Oh, and the Blazers just handled the Lakers. As it turns out, today was a good day. That was one of the better basketball games I've seen, essentially tied the whole game until the end when the Lakers got closed out. t3h awesome. Now I have to figure out some way to get the footprints out of my couch.

I'm working on finishing up Callisto this evening and tomorrow. Depending on how Elle feels, it'll go on sale some time this weekend or early next week.

Or not. If I had actually done that, I would probably be pushing paper in some office building in NYC, instead of spending 20-odd years doing whacky, albeit fun on the whole, shit.

We have an accountant in Chicago for the businesses, and one in Oregon for our personal taxes, and basically it's just this sort of controlled confusion, where we throw numbers at them until they say stop, then they send us papers to sign and tell us to whom and how much to write checks. The fiscal gods would not smile upon us if we had to do this shit ourselves, I'll say that much. Numbers and me don't get along in the slightest, and the mere thought of double-entry accounting gives me night sweats.

Such are the travails of being a mini mogul, I guess.

1. Released a new product for Audio Damage. Pays the bills, and that's a fact, but it takes a lot of my time away from making music.

2. Went snowboarding yesterday (to give lie to statement above.) Was as near a perfect day as you could ask for. 150" base, 47 degrees, bluebird sunny. I was working on my speed skillz, and jammed my thumb on my right hand a bit while I was carving a turn at some ludicrous tempo. Aside from that, seven different kinds of awesome.

3. Refinanced the Nitro, which will no doubt thrill you to hear. Chairman Bernake is my friend right now. He was not earlier while I watched my e-trade account take a nosedive. This almost makes up for it.

4. Figured out that I didn't pay enough in estimated taxes last year, so the IRS is gonna have my balls in a sling here in a couple weeks. Fucking prick motherfuckers.

5. There is no 5, but it's a nice number to finish on.

I forgot I took pictures of our snow day. What you see in the pic is roughly an hour of snowfall; I can't believe it was coming down so fast, and I've lived in many places that got Snow. (As opposed to here, where we hardly ever get the white stuff.) It's all gone now, of course, but it was fun for a minute.

This Scan record will be a bit different than the last one, because we're going to single-handedly create a new genre of electronic music. In my head, I'm calling it Powerhouse, but I'm sure there's a better name out there. Post your ideas for what a genre that consists of glitchy, noisy, distorted house music would be called. The winner gets a free copy of the album when it is completed to go with ever-lasting fame and fortune for coining a new term. Of course, if your entries all suck, we'll stick with Powerhouse and the fame and fortune will be mine, all mine. MUHAAHAHAHAAHA!!!11!

To wit: Democratic turnout has been much, much higher than Republican turnout in all the caucuses and primaries that have already occurred. In actual votes cast, in all cases except Florida and Michigan (which don't count because the Democrats were voting for nothing, essentially) the first place Republican has received less votes than the third place Democrat.

This is a good indication that the momentum is with the Democrats, and unless he/she is found in a closet ramming a cigar up an intern's ass while chewing on a burger made out of babies, the winner of the Democratic primary will be the de facto winner of the presidency.

This is doubly exciting, because neither candidate will be a clear winner today (I think/hope) and thus we'll get a floor fight at the Democratic convention for the first time in my lifetime. The pundits will all feel like it's the first time ever, because they only remember as far back as, like, last week, but we should recall that the third President (Thomas Jefferson) took the office after a _lengthy_ House Of Reps voting process, because neither he nor Aaron Burr (the great traitor) had a clear majority. We have a long history of this sort of thing, which will no doubt confuse the rest of the world (and most of us), but hey, that's politics.

In any event, our living room gets turned in to something akin to the research room of any large polling organization on days like today, with like 4 computers, 2 TVs, and a big bowl of chips. It'll be fun.

But, of course, Mom is different.

So I find myself loading mountains of shit in to the back of a 26' box truck today. Tomorrow, inexplicably, I will find myself driving to central Idaho and unloading the same mountains of shit. Whereupon I will drive that box truck back here. What with the weather Event we're having, it should be a real fuckin' hoot. And a half. Sure.

So, obviously, all this by way of saying that I will drop off the planet for the next three days. At least. Assuming the Weather Gods aren't conspiring against me along with all the other Gods. This whole week has been one big fat force majeure, and make no mistake.

My question is thus: (or my answer, maybe?) How the fuck do half those people make it past the pre-screening? That shit is fuckin' HARD. And you have like 15 seconds to figure out the question and type it. For half the ones I did know, I couldn't type the damn thing fast enough. Out of the 50 questions, I'd estimate that I got maybe 10 right for sure, and another 10 that are probable. There is absolutely no way I got more than half right.

So, yeah, that's not gonna happen. Unless they have really low standards.