The weird thing about internet cafes is the occasional glimpse into the world of the last person to use the computer you're on. For instance: today, I sat at this rotten little desk, to find an internet explorer page open with "hung angels ladyboy escort servivces" emblazoned accross the top. Another revealed the previous user to have been investigating "wild trannies". But who am I to judge? I have just been reading, with some wild glee, about the features on hand in the all new FL Studio 7 update. NEW FRUITY LOOPS! GEDDIN! Ahem.

PS - Having bein engging with the internet purely out of neccessity of later, I have neglected my old pal Jeff Wells. Go read him being insightful about Anna and Marilyn and the Kennedys and that awful swine Sinatra here.