I’m pretty positive the world is made up of 99.3% choads, and that number may be climbing. So it’s basically me against them, I figure. This blog is my fight to save humanity and keep cool people alive. Wanna join my fight? Well, it helps if you’re dangerously obsessed with music (I probably would’ve saved the planet and been awarded a medal of some sort by now if it weren’t for Leonard Cohen and Pavement and Steely Dan and The Velvet Underground and Brian Eno and Richard & Linda Thompson and Lee Hazlewood and…aw shit, you see what I’m dealing with here?), an artist of some sort with a day job (I’m the criminally cliched struggling writer moonlighting in an office job during the day–so daylighting???–who’s forced to stay up until the wee hours of the morning trying to get her shit together enough to write something brilliant and grand and such), pretty (I go for the attractive types, what can I say?), overly analytical (you’ll soon see what I mean…and probably get an epic headache), slightly insane (but not dangerously so…just interestingly so), and…generally rad or whatever.
Come on people, let’s save some lives.
I'm a writer, music freak, pop culture critic-at-large, natural born lover, and professional crayon drawer.
