Storm Clouds Gathering

Good fucking Christ! Have you ever felt crushed beneath the weight of the weather? My seasonal affect disorder is kicking me in the balls today. Pittsburgh is a wonderfully bizarre city, but I could honestly do without its suicidal weather patterns.


Pictured: DJ Shadow performing; The Private Press tour (2003).

The local meteorologists love this shit too, it gets them all worked up: "It looks like early morning commuters are going to be in for quite a surprise... snow in April? I think so. Hope you didn't change out these snow tires yet. Back to you David." And while I'm rambling... I fucking hate David Johnson from WPXI (tabloid journalism disguised as nightly news). I wish somebody would slap that shit-grinning smirk off his face. He seems to absolutely adore death, disaster, and devastation: "A young boy mauled and chewed to pieces by a rabid aardvark? Stay tuned for the details to this (chuckle) and many other shocking stories." What a dick.


Pictured: DJ Shadow performing; The Private Press tour (2003).

Oh well... in unrelated, and somewhat less angry news, I was sifting through some old digi-photos tonight and found a couple cool but blurry photos I snapped during DJ Shadow's Private Press tour in 2003. That's all for now. I'm feeling very unproductive and even less creative in the writing department at the moment. Sleep tight.