that, my friends, is a ball sack. ha! ha ha ha! oh. yes. i kill myself. then i revive myself, so i can do it all over again.
so, i think we may have finally found a solution to the cd-related stupidity. maybe i don’t have to make good on my threat to destroy every copy after all. and perhaps by the week’s end i will finally be able to drop some copies of the new cd off at dr. disc for anyone who wants them, and begin the adventure that is sending cds off in the mail to all sorts of exotic places. would you believe that i have fans in brazil? of course you would. it would be a lie, but you’d believe it, because my powers of persuasion are beyond reproach.