Yesterday, I left the confines of my manufactured womb to see Henry Rollins. I don't get out much and I pretty much selected to go see this guy at random.

Knowing little about Mr. Rollins, my wife and I sat down to a three hour rant. We loved it. That guy is funny, and his Christopher Walken impression made life worth living for a little while longer. His plan for global jihad against humans using carnivores dropped from planes was a refreshing perspective as well.

I noticed a strange phenomenon occurring as I looked at him. There were sometimes 3 or 4 of him on stage. At times there seemed to be a beam of light coming out of the top of his head. So... yeah... I'm pretty sure I need glasses... or he's an incarnation of Brahma. Take your pick.

_NEil