I can't remember what I played last night and left the set list in the booth. Oh well, it happens.

Anyhow, please recall how I've been bitching about this sunburn I acquired at Warped Tour. This is what the burn, which has actually faded a lot, looks like.



Note the significant line between my normally pale, flabby arm and the burned-yet-still-flabby portion. This is what is known as a farmer's tan, except that it's not a tan. I've been wearing long sleeves most of the week but yesterday was so damn hot that I just couldn't do it.

Balthazar Monsoon and Daniel showed up to party in WeHo. Daniel insisted that Balth take his picture while attempting to shimmy up a lightpole or something like that.



Shortly after this photo was taken, Daniel was pick-pocketed. The perp was so stoned, though, that he dropped Daniel's wallet, with all of the contents still carried within, as he started to rush off into the distance.

Finally, we met Norman from Real World 1, which was one of very few seasons that I actually sat down and watched. (I haven't seen anything past Season 4.)





As you can probably tell, I'm not a natural in front of a camera. Also, I have no chin.

So, yeah, we definitely had a good time.