So an acquaintance of mine (and his band) is playing at the Boro tonight starting at 9:00.
Anyone who is either eighteen or knows where their back door is wanna come??   [Nevermind -- the event was cancelled.  They're at RCKTWN or however you spell it sans vowels.  I'm not about to drive through Nashville, so there.]

All dressed up and nowhere to go.

Angry Chihuahuas Attack Police Officer

Eep!  I went to a pro-anorexia site.  (Relax, it's just curiousity, and if I was serious do you really think I'd put it up here??)  That is some sick stuff they're pulling, seriously.  Above and beyond their striking resemblence to Holocaust victims.  There is a cult mentality which permeates "Ana's Underground Grotto" that steeps its power in a potent brew of belittling Pervy Hobbit-Fanciers and delusional statements.  Some of the highlights include, but are not limited to: excuses not to eat (and there are some very plausible ones), comparisons of foods with the least amount of calories (clear chicken broth is 20 calories per serving; bullion cubes a mere 5), comparisons to pork products in the live state, ravings on their "power" through the control exerted, and that the government is quashing pro-anorexia websites because they're afraid of what anorexics would do if word got out: taking over the government, etc.  The latter-most is a personal favourite.  What an utter disservice to the XX-chromosome sect.

So, without further ado, I'm off to dinner.  Ha!  Take that!