People,

So, as many of you have commented "enough of this death and politics BS, get back to what's important." Fair enough...

As most people know, 12-Gauge and I are the OCD cases in the band. When we find something we like, we do it to absolute death until, like a rusty '72 Impala, it has been driven into the ground and is no longer interesting. We've burned through Monster Truck Madness on Nintendo, Ghost Recon on XBox, Scrabble, bike riding, band stickering and your mother (not really).

Anyway, the new obsession is poker. We've been eating, sleeping, dreaming poker for a couple weeks now. For instance, yesterday I got off work early and headed home. When I got there Pete and I played online poker for five and a half hours. Then we had band rehearsal. You'd think we'd be burned out, but we headed right back upstairs for another few rounds. We were so wrapped up in the game that we forgot to eat dinner and went to bed hungry. Also, and I'm not proud of this, at one point I really needed to go to the bathroom but I was in the middle of a tournament. Luckily a solution came along. We have wireless internet access at the rock house and, well, you guessed it. Ewwwwwwww.

It's an illness, folks.