Morning friends,

It's getting to be that time again - advice column time. Some time this week (or maybe next, if I'm feeling ridiculously lazy), I'll sort through the letters and get a new one up. If you're interested in learning how to properly live your life, hit me at brendan@scamper.net. Again, everything's anonymous (I promise), but don't send me anything about how you're going to hurt yourself or someone else. Chances are I won't give a fuck. But seriously, don't. Not even as a joke.

My main advice to you today? Don't miss Scamper at the Middle East Upstairs this Friday. What? It's this Friday already? We're playing on a no-bullshit awesome bill with the Bon Savants, Max Heinegg and the Nervous and the (apparently debuting) Jetlagger.

In other news, I was at my parents' house this weekend watching the movie Pirates of the Caribbean on cable. My dad, who's quite frankly ancient and a little deaf, spent the first ten minutes of the movie a) asking me to turn up the volume, b) making fun of British people and c) asking me to turn up the volume again. After a few minutes of this treatment, I turned to him and said, "Maybe you wouldn't need me to turn up the volume if you quit flapping your gums for a minute," which prompted my mom to laugh uproariously for about 35 minutes. Got to love quality time with the fam.