Yellow fever

Oooh-la-la, finally a site for those of us with a fetish for asians and wooden men with no penises. Also, why would you do this?

On the offens(iv)e

I'm so very whimsical. I hope you guys have a good sense of humor. On a totally different subject, myself and a friend from a record label out in California are beginning work on a benefit CD to raise money for PROTECT. It's a great organization to help out kids and I highly recommend it to everyone who reads this that they join.

That's Armageddon!

Sit down kiddies. Mo Wiser's got a yarn to spin. As most of you know, I reside in our Nation's capital. The studio I share with my girlfriend sits on the border of Adams Morgan (the bar district) and Mt. Pleasant (the hipster district). It's far enough to warrant a metro ride to work in the morning, but close enough to allow a walk home at the end of the day. Recently a stretch of Pennsyvlania Ave. that sits in front of the White House has been opened to pedestrians. This is a pleasant cut through for me. No traffic is allowed, and since I'm usually walking through at 5:30 no one is around. Except for yesterday. Your local news may have clued you in on a Yemeni FBI informant who decided to light himself on fire on the quiet strip of Pennsyvlania Ave yesterday at 2 in the afternoon. A few hours later during my walk home past the White House I hear a cop scream, "He's over the fence!" and then a few moments later, "He's reaching for his leg!" Wow, I'm in the middle of someone trying to break his way into the front lawn. Park Police on Mountain Bikes are zipping past me; guys are appearing out of nowhere. Everyone's got their hand on a gun. I was cleared out of the area before too long so I didn't get to see any negotiations. Clearly, when I see no one around I haven't looked close enough. Okay, that's done with. I'll have a good laugh when I get home. Back to my walk. On to Connecticut Ave. and then veer right on 18th St. Why are there cops turning cars around and blocking off 18th and Kalorama? Man alive, a van's on fire! Can this walk home get anymore awesome? Every few minutes I heard a tire explode. I must have timed this just right because the fire was getting into full swing before the firefighters arrived. So, what's new?

Expanding Ever More Out of Control

Since it has become apparent that the plutocrats will maintain their control of the Target Store bicameral with their Associate Re-Education program, we will turn our attention to more significant concerns. Primarily, D Nova's new life dream, which is to play Evil Kung-Fu Genius #3 or Panicked Homophobe #2, apparently a popular career choice in eleven states of our Great Union. As Arch Psycho, it is also my pleasure to introduce Mo Wiser to the collective as our newest Cabinet member. He will assume the office of the Minister of the Remainder and extend our influence into the realm of the divided zero and other non-intergers. With luck, he will serve as a role model for our other, more lacking members of our collective. Firstly, however, he needs to provide the biometric identifying image that will be added to the roster above. New cosemtic enhancements also coming soon, as no one has anything interesting to say. Welcome Mo Wiser, you're the Charlotte Bobcats of our Ministry.