Like General Zod, our cat has been banished to eternity in a two dimensional plane. Unlike General Zod, he is locked forever inside a computer rather than a space mirror. Space mirrors are prone to breakage. Come to think of it so are computers! THAT’S Windows Vista! Oh noes!

In reality, we sent him to live in the country at Gina’s farm. NOT a euphemism for euthanasia! We sent him out there for reals. Much happier killing things in the barn I’m told.

You ever notice that David Letterman, the smug TV c*nt, is a vastly overpaid jerk? A mere super-rumenerated heckler?

Here he is in 1987 interviewing Crispin Glover

And again a couple days ago, interviewing Joaquin Phoenix.

I know who I’d invite over to dinner. And it sure ain’t that buck toothed f*ckface.

Of course it’s all PR.

When I was about 12 years old radio was moribund, (ELO, Queen, Journey and the ilk). Much Music didn’t exist yet nor did MTV. I used to watch a show called, “The New Music” which used to air on City TV in the metro Toronto area. It was pretty much my only source for fresh, weird stuff.

One episode is burned into my mind forever. It had Sid and Nancy nodding out in some squalid flat somewhere, and some Pistols out takes. I thought, man, this is pretty freakin’ cool. I liked metal and hard rock but this was angry too, snide, bitter. I could tell my parents would really, really hate it. The other thing I loved (and still do) was monster movies, Sci-Fi. That was when it happened. The video for Garbageman by the Cramps.

I was like, WHAT THE F*CK IS THIS????????? WHAT???????

I couldn’t move. I was lost right then and there. Monsters, rock and roll, sex, drugs, the whole shebang. It’s all there. In that video.

Thanks for that. Can you ever know how your art made me feel? It made me want to do things. That was the real junk, pure and simple. Straight into the eyeball.

R.I.P Lux Interior