I'm listening to the Death.FM station on iTunes, and I am embarrassed at how much I'm enjoying its "...Brutal & Beautiful Blend of Black, Death, Goth, Gore & Grind w/Requests." Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I'd thrown in more with my headbanger friends back in high school, grown out my hair, bought a denim jacket and covered it with Iron Maiden and Slayer patches, and baked out my brains with skunk weed.

Nah, I just can't imagine myself doing windmills with my butt-length hair.