Tomorrow, brothers and sisters, i go to find myself the love of my life.  After much thought and reflection, i've decided my life is missing a certain level of debauchery and i think i have found the perfect type of woman to help me regain that.  That's right, tomorrow is the opening bout of the Charm City Roller Girls and i know in my heart of hearts that a roller derby lady is what will give my life meaning.  i've dated freaks and misfits of various shades and degrees, but i have a feeling rollergirls can open up worlds i've only had nightmares about in the past.  i've got my VIP ticket to the event, let's see how it goes.

The wait is over at long last.  That musical genius, Petey Coronado aka James Thompson, has deigned to bring the masses the wonder of the oddbodkins theme song.

Special props to Katie Dundee Serious for the breathless, too sexy spoken word.

And really, it's all true, so have a listen.

As i make no secret of it, i am an admitted concert junkie.  Tonight's offering is Cyndi Lauper with Jill Sobule (she of "I Kissed A Girl" fame) and Sandra Bernhard (she of "I Kissed A Madonna" fame) opening.

What to expect?  i'm guessing a lot of Doc Martens and short haircuts.  And a total room IQ of power tool knowledge that rivals a Home Depot think tank.

Big ups to our sisters who love sisters.

With some gentle goading from the good folks at The Only Answer, i finally broke down and joined MySpace, though i must admit i still have no idea what it "does."  i'm assuming it has something to do with either sex and/or pr0n, as, really, that's what the innernetline is for, right?

So feel free to sign me up for all that ASAP.

Random CD recommendation of the day:  Public Enemy's "Yo! Bum Rush the Show."  Not to be confused with "Yo!  MTV Raps!"

Has anyone else noticed how the word "fuck" sounds like a racquet ball hitting a wall?  It starts out kind of squishy before going all "thwack" on your ass on the way out.  i like how that works on so many levels.

And i'm out.