OK, sorry everybody that I haven't updated in a while. I suck. I'm a douche, I know. Oh, by the way, my guestbook is back up, click here if you want to sign it. Anyway, Animals From the Future is going well. We had two very successful shows and are gearing up to write the third. Tomorrow is my birthday, I turn 29. Crazy, huh? I've decided to have it be a little more low-key than it's been in the past. No 40 person clusterfuck at the outback steakhouse this year. Partly it's because Pickles is out of town, he usually plans this bullshit for me. But it's also because I no longer feel such a rabid need for validation that I'm popular. If only a few people show up, that's fine. No it isn't. You guys better show up. Just kidding. Anyway, last night I had dinner with the other Animals From the Future because Bill and Mel will be out of town this week. We're really excited to do another show. We've decided it will probably be another backyard event. Yes, I know I told everyone we'd be moving on to a real theater, but we decided we probably shouldn't mess with success. People like the backyard party vibe, why piss them off? Supposedly some random person was wearing one of our shirts at a bar the other night. We heard this third hand or something. Add that to the time I was walking down the street and a car yelled "Animals From the Future!" as it drove by and I'd say you've got the makings of some underground buzz. Please sign up to be a friendster or myspace buddy for us by searching for animalsfromthefuture@yahoo.com. That would be rad. Oh, my brother keeps telling me to go see Napoleon Dynamite because he says the main character is very similiar to Ruprekt, the kid who shot me in the eye with an arrow. We'll see. Anyways, I hope to see you guys tomorrow at my bday celebration, gimme a call if you need the info.
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