Like a once-green planet, my Xanga had gotten too polluted and miniature to support life; its brilliant blue sky was now choked with carbon dioxide, methane, and other farty smells. It was time to pack up the sub-light space ship and blast off in search of a new home.

Ladies and gentlemen, here it is. Please kick off your shoes and leave them by the door. The carpet in here is brand new and I want to keep it that way. Also, you might have noticed that the remote control is covered in Saran-Wrap. That’s a cultural thing, so if you make fun of it you’re committing a hate crime.

Feel free to have a look around. And don’t worry, you’ll find all the usual crap here, as well as all-new crap to waste your time. And remember — this is a Work-In-Progress, so if your computer explodes while viewing my site, it’s because I put an extra greater-than sign in there somewhere.

Thanks for visiting. Rock and roll forever!

- mike