Our seven inch is at the factory being pressed to vinyl.

It'll be the first Quiet Ones to be on the original medium.
I haven't been thinking about politics much because I just assumed I would be getting a choice between Hillary and some awful awful Republican and that I would begrudgingly vote for Hillary because she would be the best choice but this recent development means a fighting chance for Obama who by the way, is dreamy. My housemate was furious- he's a Hillary fan. His complaint about Obama was this-
"He doesn't act like a politician at all"
And the problem is what? I'm dogsitting my own dog right now- that's right. Futureman is sitting on the couch peacefully licking where his balls used to be before I had them removed in a surgery. I never, never would have believed five years ago that Futureman would still be alive and kicking but he is that and more.
I had bronchitus for five days and was coughing up blood during Xmas time. But somehow we finished mixing BWTRLT the album. Now we just gotta find someone to put it out. In celebration of a new album and a new semester for David, we went down to Portland for New Year's Eve and brought it in with buddies B. Trapper. Still can't believe that those of BT that are from Salem knew John Fahey as they were growing up. Apparently he was just some homeless guy they saw at the guitar shop all the time. Crazy. Figured out that Mike from Trapper is my enabler and I smoked a cigarette with him, the first in a long long time. Probably didn't help the bronchitus recovery. On the 1st, we were groggy and we met up with Mesh but not after sitting around like our legs didn't work. Portland was cold as Chicago. Our van is doing really wierd things now. Marty introduced me to new hip hop called Edan who name checks King Crimson and samples Sabbath. Trips to Portland are never long enough, but I was glad to leave the cold. In Seattle it's warm enough to get by with a t-shirt and a hoodie.