As I’m going to try and bang out more thoughts—diaries, really—here on PrettyFakes (I hope for many of them to have accompanying illustrations, once we can hurdle the 2k9/Zune:bomb errors we’re getting), I’ll likely slap the “do no read” label on them. You can read, but you won’t care. Ha! Just like a John Updike story in the latest issue of the New Yorker! Warning: I am also going through all my old records and cassettes and re-re-evaluating them.
Later this week: The Golden Palominos v. the Barenaked Ladies!