DRUGSTORE COWBOYS...THIRD FROM THE LEFT
Glenn Barr sent over this lovely calvacade of questionable band photos...mit german text...so I can't really tell if it's the work of one guy or not...but there is some glorious wrongness in there (did somebody say "tight yellow pants"?)...including lots of pics to send to my Grandma in NC so she can see the nice man I'm dating. (Last time we talked I told I was quite excited as my boyfriend was about to be released from prison, just in time for our love-child to be born!)

OH...MI...GAWWWWWD
The cutest.

NO NEED FOR PROZAC...
Those who are aquainted with me without having been to my home may conclude that, like my dress style (I win the monochromatic award) my house is decorated a la Gothic Martha Stewart. Actually- I've been busy lately decorating my living room into a Kenny Scharf fantasy...or rather- what I like to call "Early Nuclear Franken-Geisha", or perhaps, "PO-MO Neon Oriental Whorehouse". Lime green walls, bright fushia couch, leopard print chair, tacky red japanese lanterns and scads of fine *Lowbrow* art. It's pretty bitchen, and it's impossible to feel depressed in there. I recommend "Pad" as a guide to truly creative and el cheapo decorating ideas... Next up: the kitchen...I'm thinking Mexican Restaurant Chic circa 1967.

TROUBLE SLEEPING?
Perhaps you need to get rid of that sophmoric futon and get yourself a coffin! From the makers of "functional coffins"...who also bring you coffins for your cd's!

EAT 'EM IF YA GOT 'EM
Locals in China say "no problem" to giant locust invasion.