It's getting late awful early around here. Scamper's Last Waltz at the Middle East Downstairs is a mere 8 days away. It's all starting to feel a little real now, as each one of us picks our own particular way to freak the fuck out.

To avoid the grieving process, Keith is doing what he always does in stressful situations: burying himself in his poetic analyses of Guatemalan erotic literature. He's become such a townie.

Nate and Mike have been alternating between passive aggressive Tex Mex cooking classes and irresponsible wagers on cockfighting contests. We human animals are so cliche, aren't we?

As for me, I've been trying to rechannel my energy in a positive way - punching homeless people in the junk. Don't worry - I'm only punching the female homeless. I'm no homo.

If you want to hear the barely perceptible quiver in our manly voices, be sure to check us out on WFNX 101.7 (92.1 in New Hampshire, Hogg) on New England Product this Sunday at 10pm with the wicked retahded Dave Duncan.