Enuff Z'Nuff

Don't forget - we'll be at The Bamboo Room in Lake Worth tonight to do an acoustic-duo set as part of the Anti-Folk All-Stars extravaganza. Tickets are still available at The Bamboo Room box office, or through us, but they're going fast.

Now on to business.

I don't get it with some of you women and the air fresheners. I'm assuming this is the thought process:

"Hmm. It's a little stuffy in here. I know - I'll plug in two air fresheners, light five scented candles, put six of those battery-powered air freshener fans on the coffee table, put out a punchbowl of flaming potpourri, light 85 sticks of incense, and spray half a can of flowery/fruity crap all over the place and that will help with the "stuffiness"."

So now you're left with a room that smells like it must have smelled like a toilet to have warranted all of that faux-fruity/flowery chemical crap, which leaves me thinking that you don't know how to clean your house/office/car/brothel properly, so you masquerade your filth with perfumes. Don't hide your filth - either revel in it, or clean it up. Why, I myself am a proud reveler, and look at the heights I've reached! Why just a few minutes ago I was informed that I'm a damn fine secretary. I contemplated suicide for just a moment after that, but it's all good now.

I'm reminded of the 8 x 10 glossy of Chad Allen that he sent to me when I was 11 after I wrote him a letter telling him how dreamy he was on "Our House". It merely said, "Reach for the Stars!". Oh Chad. Eat a wiener.

Maggie