Slayer kicked tons of ass tonight. Unfortunately, the show started earlier than I'd expected, and I didn't get the chance to see Mastodon, who I really wanted to see live. Slayer's "wall of blood" effect wasn't used, either, which kinda sucked, but hardly ruined the show.

Andy sent me a link to an out-of-print book about L. Ron Hubbard, Bare-Faced Messiah, that's been released online. It promises to be quite interesting, and worth the inevitable eye strain. Speaking of reading, I really need to do more. I'm working on a couple books, but without much dedication. Just another sign of my recent, and not entirely unpleasant, mental torpor.