David Bowie's new CD sucks. There are one or two good songs, but it is mostly a useless exercise in trying to sound like the David Bowie of yesterday. The man can be such a genius and such a moron.
When black flakes start coming out of your Jacuzzi brand whirlpool bath, you haven't been taking good care of it.
Neil Gaiman is one hell of a writer. I am reading American Gods now.
I just took a muscle relaxant, see you tomorrow.