Yes, indeed, it was Cole Porter. I was bopping to Sarah Vaughan singing several Cole Porter tunes at work today.

Reminds me of the Ellison story (and subsequent Twilight Zone episode) "Paladin of the Lost Hour," which is about an hour that was lost and the guardian of that hour. Well worth a read (in the Angry Candy collection).

My dreams seem to be rarely effected by what I eat. Lots of people have told me that what they eat before bed makes them dream different things, but that is not the case with me. In some ways I wish it was. Then I could have freaky dreams whenever I wanted. But, alas, no. My dreams seem chosen by some force other than my stomach.

I just remember that Atom and His Package has a pretty cool song about black metal bands called "My Black Metal Friends."

I'd say go for the CEO job. Well, first you've got to create a vacancy. But a little wetwork won't stop you, now will it? And it'll show the board of directors that you're the type of guy who gets things done. Like Joe Pesci. Use a baseball bat.

One must stay close to the porn. And keep the monkey love going.