Poop, speak for yourself. I am fuming.


Spoon... Here's why that last one really falls flat. This is my second 4-day weekend this month. For the last week the 13 mile inner-city island I use to bike to work has been riddled with construction because they're putting up a dozen stages for an annual 3-day music festival that starts today. It averages 2,5 million attendees and is free entrance. There are 8 open-air cinemas that start this month and our shitty right-wing coalition was disbanded this month on suspicion of corruption and replaced by an expert panel pending re-election.

If you want to know how to tilt me anyway; MMM put on a masterclass recently.