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So the Sleater Kinney show last night at the Fonda was fun, in spite of former SG member buttonbutton making fun of my infirmity. She does a pretty good impersonation of Burgess Meredith as the Penguin, though.

I have been to numerous concerts in my lifetime, rubbing shoulders with all sorts of people, male and female alike, and up until last night, I had never been in the presence of someone who did not have control over his/her bowels. Last night, however, I must have been down-wind of 5 or 6 toxic farts. I'm not talking about dry, discreet ones. I'm talking about wet, stinky ones that make you gag and sink behind the collar of your unwashed hoodie. Zut alors!

I want to develop a Carrie Brownstein-esque swagger.


Montreal or bust.