The Good, The Bad and the Undead are back (so is hockey)

So, basically, if I tried to write anything sensical about the lockout being over I would fail.  It would just be SKDLJGLHLKSHJAGHJA;GKARGLEBARGLEARGHHOCKEY for like 5 pages.

So instead it'll be a goth post.

When Annie and I went to Barnes and Noble the other day to buy Down Goes Brown's book, I ended up in the periodicals section skimming the latest Gothic Beauty.  I miss my subscription-- the music reviews alone are worth it, but I went for the Hockey News instead this year.  My 13 year old self is rolling her eyes at me SO HARD.  Shut up, wee-self, I'm a sports fan now.

Anyway, they had a whole feature on The 69 Eyes' latest album and how could I possibly resist a band touted as "Helsinki vampires"?  They were basically my new favorite band before I'd even tried them out.

Hint: I can't. Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinns. My not-so-secret weakness.

Hair Dye! Black hair at last.

I thought of about eighteen puns for the title of this post, but decided to spare you all.

Speaking of "you all", my imaginary audience, I have decided to stop procrastinating and start blogging.  There will never be a perfect first entry.  Waiting for it is like waiting for Santa Claus or the Green Line-- it will never come and by the time you stop waiting you will have wasted many precious years you cannot recover and be a bitter jaded shadow of your former self.

Yes Virginia, there is an E line.