Message to Bridgie: Man, I'm sorry I didn't read your comment until just now. This is the first time I haven't checked that every day, believe me. I just haven't been in houses with internet access. I wrote the last two messages in the Evergreen library, which wasn't open when I was typically awake anyway. It would have been really cool to hang out.

Also, this must mean I have more readers than I thought. How did this happen? I suppose there's just that much boredom in the world that my blog is considered readible. Perhaps there are millions reading my blog! If so, I'm really sorry there isn't more content. I'll start trying to lead you all, soon, and maybe we can create something really cool; like a geodesic dome, or a preservation chamber for people like Billy Corgan and Robert Smith so we can have them in their fallen, awesome state forEVer.

So, I'd just like to give a shout out to Bob Dylan, who, for all I know, has been reading this thing for over a year. You're really cool, Bob, and it will be a sad day when you die. I will morn Jewish style, only instead of a year and a day, I'll just found Highway 61 again and bum up and down it for the rest of my life, screaming to passerby about your genius. And I'll start a tribute band called The Whining Poets, which will include Morrissey, John Darnielle, and Stephen Malkmus, and we will rock your songs to massive bar gig success. It will not be fitting tribute, either option, but then there is could be no fitting tribute. So please don't die.