Back Into the Mud

Obviously the white design wasn’t going to last. I’m too much of a pseudo-punk for that—it’s back to the dark, "back into the mud." Looks good, I think.

Today was completely relaxed. Chatted with Becca online for a while, Ana stopped by briefly, then Steffi and I headed to the V-Markt and the video rental. We came back with A Nightmare on Elm Street 3 and this revolting thing called Cannibal Holocaust—incredibly boring in stretches, but somehow still disgusting enough to sit through.

Tomorrow I’m making the trip to Kaufbeuren to finally pick up a DVD burner that’s been in for repair for over a year. About time. Tonight I’m listening through some Mike Park to figure out whether it’s worth making the pilgrimage to his show next Saturday. Also, the new iTunes dropped yesterday and through it I found Idobi Radio—alternative to modern rock, all solid, running in the background almost all day without a single track that made me want to skip. Maybe my bar is just low.