Heat Stroke Prediction, Plus Food and Nudity

Ha ha haaaaaa, anyone who thought that previous near-death experiences at the Austin City Limits fest would scare me from the '06 incarnation is a fool! There's only one way to get me out of Zilker Park on that weekend, and it's if Van Morrison himself stabs me in the heart with a butter knife. I don't think Morrison's got the stones to pull that one off, not when he's one of the headliners. (On any other weekend, he'd probably do it with relish.) Anyway, I've procured my 3 day pass and, mark my words, Morrison, I will be there.

I splattered salsa on my shirt today while eating lunch. That marks five shirts over the past few weeks that are now out of the rotation due to eating mishaps. From now on, I'm only eating if I'm nude or if I'm wearing a bib. What if I'm wearing a bib while otherwise nude? I suppose then I'll eat twice as much.

This is very bad news for yours truly, since all of the splotched shirts were actually presentable. Most of my t-shirts are from the "Avoid the Noid" era; I can't afford any more of these mistakes. It occurs to me now that this is just another argument for latex clothing. That has to be the ideal material for sloppy eaters who want to look futuristic while also appealing to random perverts.

Now, a final musical note. I found a pretty good band on Rhapsody called Margot and the Nuclear So and So's. I like the name, I like the music, and I order everyone to check them out.