This weekend, Scamper a.k.a. "The Band You Love to Hate Because Mike Mirabella Touched Your Inner Thigh Inappropriately" (Boston Phoenix, October 2004) had another round of press photos done. The other guys in the band were tired of the old photos in which the vision of beauty that is Marc Roderick made them look so hideous in comparison, so it was time to do a few shots with yours truly. Some highlights:

- We started on Saturday morning at 10am, also known as "Brendan hates the world o'clock." When he saw the grumpy pile of laundry that was me arriving at his door, Keith said to Nate, "I don't get it. He's grumpy late at night and he's grumpy in the morning? It can't be possible that he's neither a morning person nor a night person, can it?" Turns out that I'm just not an "awake person."

- As we arrived at our photographer Johnny's and his wife Nicole's place, we missed the house and had to use a neighbor's driveway to turn around. As we pulled out of her driveway, the lady who lived there came out and started yelling at us. She was really pissed. We were in her driveway for literally 2 seconds. What sort of moral high ground did she think she had? I begged Keith to pull over so I could debate this woman, but he refused. He knew I'd cut her to shreds with my rapier-like logic skills and wanted to spare her the humiliation. Either that or I'd call her a smelly haggard old cunt that smells like moldy diaper shit and looks like an elderly elephant's craphole. I'm pretty sure that's the line that Lincoln used to defeat Douglas.

- We arrived at Johnny's and Nicole's house, with a box of munchkins in tow. Keith, who has to be very careful what he eats because he's a lactose intolerant freakshow, was downing munchkins like they were tiny glaze-covered mother's milk. "These are so good," he cooed.

Concerned, I asked, "Are you allowed to eat those?"

"I don't think so," he mumbled and stuffed a few more into his face.

- As we took some indoor casual shots, Mike tried to convince us that the new rage in rock photography is having the drummer front and center in every shot. Luckily, we didn't oblige, as that would be too much sexy for you all to handle.

- For some reason, Nicole got it stuck in her head that we should re-enact a Monkees album cover. I don't know which album it is - the one where they're all hugging like a bunch of gaybos. I don't think the shot came out all that well, but I did get to be Mike Nesmith and wear the wool hat. He was my favorite.

We should see the photos soon - you guys will be the first to check me out in my splendiferous sexiness.