I've even stopped using Twitter as much . . . it's all a bunch of trendy garbage. People who are not inherently cool now believe that they are cool.

There I go again.

This year it was a huge bag of Nerds, Sweet Tarts, Runts, and Laffy Taffy. So, this morning, I decided that I'd give myself a little extra boost by eating Sweet Tarts along with my strong dark coffee.

This was bad.

Individually, Sweet Tarts and coffee are luxurious. Together, it's like ingesting vomit.

Here's a re-post from the former version of the blog -- the one I wiped out completely. I'm going to start putting up some of the funnier and more interesting stuff from the old blog. What the hell.

Corey Haim, Corey Feldman, Corey Graham . . . but they never mention me because I'm not enough of a tool.

I was going to be Mr. Fancy Pants and design a big new complicated look for the re-launch of this blog, but then I said to hell with it. Simple look this time around.

At some point I'll be re-posting my Podcast M songs, just for old time's sake (ANYTHING is worth doing for old time's sake). For now, that project is on hiatus, as my duties at the Midnight Podcast have reduced my songwriting time. But I may post something new from time to time, as I am in a constant state of songwriting. I can't help it. It's like crack to me. Audible crack.