A while back, Ari started a website for some friends of ours in Albuquerque. They’re a band called Bad Touch Uncle, and they all play bass. Well, all except the guy who plays drums. So we’re talking five bass players and a drummer. They do a version of NIN’s Head Like A Hole that’ll punch […]

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So I may or may not experience my first major hurricane within the next 48 hours. I didn’t particularly appreciate the forecasts yesterday that put the storm washing ashore near Port Lavaca. That’s only 150 miles south-southeast of Austin. That would have put the storm right outside my backdoor on Saturday morning. I’ve got a […]

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By far the most dramatic of my new Afghan friends was Mohammed Azeem, a huge, shambling, shaggy Pan-like mujahed who had been a hippie in Kabul before the war; he owed his gigantic beard and flowing locks to a vow he had made, not to cut either till communism was driven out of Afghanistan. He […]

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You know, when George W. asked me if I wanted to be director of the Federal Emergency Management Agency, I said, “Hell yeah, ya retard!” Well, I didn’t think he was serious. And so there I was, in charge of, like, all the emergencies in the whole entire country. That’s seriously harsh. All I really […]

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AIM IM with Ari Brown 4:35 PM

Michael Brown: ok, i’m gonna gripe since it’s what i do best
Michael Brown: i was at the store, with the kids, getting groceries, and i pick up two jars of simply jif
Michael Brown: toss em into the cart and head off to get some cashews
Michael Brown: all of a […]

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