As if Smallville isn't great as it is, last night they played this during the last scene, bloody wondrous...

Ail was saying I should slide down the escalator handrail at the Terrace one last time on Thursday, and I'm screwed up for even considering it... if you've seen me do it, then you'll know how bloody high that escalator is. If you haven't it, well, it's high, and it was alot easier to slide down that thing than walk down those stairs... but ehh, I'd probably be too bloody scared to do it now (I DID fall a couple times, head first at that, so it's a wonder I never broke myself... except for that one time where I pulled my crotch area, that kinda hurt...).

I can't get enough of this Richard Ashcroft bootleg of when he played at The Opera House last year. It's so un-fucking-believably good, err scratch that, he's so un-fucking-believably good. At this point he's the only artist left I haven't seen that I care to (TBG & DAI don't count, since it's not feasible anyway), which I hope to change next time he comes around (get ready Ail, and anyone and everyone who wants to see a real show with soul). Hopefully his next visit's a solo acoustic show again, but whatever, just come here damnit...