Outta Town
I’m not here. I am here, on the computer, I’m just not here in Los Angeles. Chances are, you are not either. So none of us are here. Technically.
I have been meaning to write about the worst Prince expeience ever, but not being here, I haven’t had the time. Soon, goblins. Hold your breath!
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April 2nd, 2009 at 7:46 pm
What magical, fun-filled location are you in this time? Might it be our old stomping grounds? Give everyone hugs!
April 5th, 2009 at 12:04 pm
an Open Letter from Jeffrey’s Super-Ego
The “can’t blog since I’m on vaycay” excuse doesn’t hold much water in this age of ubiquitous mobile computing.
To be honest, it’s almost counter-intuitive. I’d imagine the ruminative farts of fancy you’re concocting whilst jetsetting from Munchkinland to Mumbai outshine any inspirational lightning bolts you receive when dowloading porn in that shoebox you call an office.
It’s been 10 days, for crissake. Man up, launch that WordPress for iPhone app, and regale us with tales of “the worst Prince experience ever.” (Though I’d argue the title belongs to Franz Ferdinand’s assassination at the hands of Serbian nationalists.)
April 6th, 2009 at 9:10 am
I just lost an hour of work time for you, Shea. That’s how much your love means to me.