Ok, so a good portion of my day has been spent playing "Silent Hill 4" but it's a rockin game and I'm not apologizing.

There a number of things I need to touch on so I'll get movin'

First, here are some photos from the recent photo shoot for the cover of "All Things Right and Beautiful." Fortunately, it doesn't feature me, but the Devil Pups do feature prominently as well as a couple of new folks (more on them briefly)

l to r, Eric Mell (generous gear guy), Rod (Rex Havoc guy) and Joshua Miller (Not really Vernon, but playing him on the cover guy)

da Devil Pups

All together now...

So, I met Josh a little while ago through ol' Rex and he seems a decent enough fellow. I'm tracking his blog nowadays (it's on the right side with the other neat-o thingies) and he has probably the rockinest haiku ever:
If we are robots,
Then why do I feel like shit?
(Should feel electric.)

Yeah, that's the stuff. Rawk.

New song in the works, tentatively titled "Someone, Anyone" and, as always, different than anything else. Perhaps this album will be too schizophrenic for its own good *shrugs* who knows?

The Cardinals won their 95th game of the season--who would've thunk it? I've got a little thing at the Birdhouse commemorating the event. World Championship, here we come.

And finally, how hard does the NHL lockout suck? I know, most of you could give two monkey craps about it, but I likes me the hockey. It's a blue-collar game where fighting is allowed (yea!) as is full contact on ice. But it's still got skill and finesse. Or at least it did until they locked the players out and told, like MLB before them, the fans to kiss their lillywhite asses. And it's not just the owners and the league, but the players too. C'mon guys, you've got one of the most intense and fun games out there and you're going to screw it over eternally (unless somehow you get McGwire and Sosa in ice skates trying to break Gretsky's record, or something) and then no one gets paid. Think about it. Anyway. I'm off to work a bit more on lots o' stuff before enslaving myself for the weekend. Here's to paying bills, right?

-Joe