Apparently I'm an unenthusiastic, poorly equipped buggerer.

Each thing I do I rush through so I can do
something else. In such a way do the days pass -
a blend of stock car racing and the never
ending building of a gothic cathedral.
Through the windows of my speeding car, I see
all that I love falling away: books unread,
jokes untold, landscapes unvisited. And why?
What treasure do I expect in my future?
Rather it is the confusion of childhood
loping behind me, the chaos in the mind,
the failure chipping away at each success.
Glancing over my shoulder I… Continue

*sigh*

Alas, I have been lost and forlorn, missing my favorite aging alternative icon and his hoppin', boppin' and poppin' all over this big, blue Mardi Gras fun ball of ours. I miss post-show barrage on our little board and on flikr.com and youtube.com updates from fans all over the world. I miss the show reviews, the blog posts, the subterranean chatter about a relationship with Janeane Garofalo (but of course that kind of gossip is beneath us all here at Team Rollins.)

Lately it's mostly be… Continue

I find It sad and sweet that Henry feels the need to apologize for being just a guy once in a while. When he doesn't do something AMAZING or EXCITING in his week and just hits the office to work on things, does interviews (where interviewers invariably ask him the same damn questions for the bazillionth time), does house chores and just kinda does the "Average American" thing, he seems to think he's let "us" down. I'm pretty clear on the fact that he has high standards for himself and his life s… Continue