In case this archiving thing falls through

I can be a dryer repairman.

This is the second time I have repaired our dryer.  This is what I pulled out of it, in the vent between the screen and the fan that drives the air:

That stuff under the spoon is like mud.  And yes, those legs are quite sexy.

Then my assistant dropped a screw down the vent and I had to take the whole thing apart again.  I fired her.  Then I re-hired her with a pay raise when I realized that there was even more lint trapped up in there:

Now the dryer dries like a dream.  If you have problems with yours, give me a call, I’m an expert.

What’s with all the handsome grandsons in these rock band magazines?

The Silver Jews show is tonight and I haven’t been this excited about a show since Tom Waits.

I sure hope it’s good. I have a feeling David Berman will just be a shell of a man after the crack smokin’ suicide period, but the new album Lookout Mountain, Lookout Sea has managed to stay in my playlist pretty consistently since I got it.