Oh man, it’s a bad Good Friday…I keep having these terrible dreams about Sigourney Weaver. And she, like, totally keeps teasing me and getting me to take my clothes off and then laughing at me. Only last night I had a dream that I was Pontius Pilate #eccehomo and in that dream I had a dream where I met a Galilean, a most amazing man, and when I asked him to speak he said, “Lo-The Indie scene and the Indie ethic will KILL everything you and I find awesome about rock n roll… Anyone who has ears had better listen.” When I woke up my hands were freshly washed and Sigourney Weaver was yelling at me, “Who are you and how the hell did you get into my house?”