Nuclear Winter

While being trapped in the studio during a blinding snow blizzard, I slowly churned out this dirgelike hymn of isolated despair. In the days leading up to this recording, I had become increasingly more disconnected than usual from those around me and began to retreat further inward. The manifestation of that exploration is what I now reluctantly share with you.

There's a fungus among us!

Ok, if we can get past the phallic jokes for a minute, I'd like to share this picture of some unusual fungus growth that I spotted one morning at the new FFS.  Sure, FFS is "located within the shadows of the Limerick Nuclear Power Plant" but, come on, that's just not right.  By nightfall, it had shriveled up (cue more phallic jokes) and died but it does make one wonder...