EAD (Ever After Disaster) has been taking my free-time. By taking, I mean stealing. And by stealing, I mean… well, I mean I’ve been allowing myself the time to sit in front of my computer and make new music.

Ever After Disaster (EAD) aka an anagram Erin came up with (Eat a Dick) or rather, popularized, as well as the new tattoo on my right arm (Bickley, black ink, $32.00) has become the name of my so-called band (if it can so be called(?))

I’ve finished with a short project entitled “Martyr for a day”, a concept album which basically sits you, the listener, in front of a television with ever ’song’ being a commercial. There are actually lyrics to the songs (except for ‘Nihilism’ and …. I feel like an asshole because I can’t remember the name of the other song that doesn’t have lyrics…)

The project to which I’m devoting my time now is entitled “Phlebotomy” (for you people out there who don’t know, a phlebotomist is a person who takes blood - the act or practice of opening a vein; blood-letting). I thought it was nifty.

That ‘album’ will feature 18 new tracks (of Ween proportions… as in Not a suicide note so much as a fucking death-wish didn’t sound like Learn to drown as Learn to drown didn’t sound like anything else I’ve done…)

These two new albums (upon the second albums completion) will be available for download (donations optional of course).

In other non-related yet relateable news, I’ve been working at Wendy’s in Maumelle for the past two and a half weeks. So cheers all around - I’m not just worthless anymore. I’m worthless with steady employment… and that’s gotta count for something.

Lucian’s still doing well, Erin is fine, Devin never wrote anything so he was never really part of the team anyway and Heather’s still somewhere in Morgan.

All in all, the universe (for now) is as it should be.