I just got out of the shower. I dried myself with a towel that turned out to be covered in cat hair. Now I feel clean and dirty at the same time.

There are a couple of Swordfight shows going down at the Seahorse this weekend. Tonight Colour TV will be opening for the Heelwalkers. Show starts around 11. I am going to rock my face off and then get drunk and stand up front and watch the Heelwalkers with one foot up on the stage.

It’s also planned as a late birthday outing for Claudette just in case you weren’t in on the weeknight revelry.

The name “Colour TV” was originally inspired by a Heelwalkers song, or rather by a song the Heelwalkers used to cover: “TNT” by AC/DC. “See me ride out of the sunset, on your colour TV screen.”

Sometimes a phrase will just jump out at you and go, “Hi dude, I’m a totally wicked band name!”

I also like the song for the line, “Women to the left of me, women to the right.”

Then on Sunday it’s the NASCAD(tm) grad party, which is free and open to the public, starting at 8pm. I will be performing as A/V along with a couple of DJs.

I love the art kids. They’re an awesome crowd to play for. Skirt over pants… sure can dance.

Looks like Saturday will be a good night at the ‘Horse as well, Contrived and The Hold are playing, I believe? I have to mix the Urban Surf Kings upstairs at the Marquee on Saturday. However, I might place my brain inside a little homunculus and send it down to the Seahorse to party in my place.

Some would say the homunculus is just a smaller version of me, and then there are those who see it for what it really is–infinite.

Did I mention that I hate springtime? It is the worst season. I get afflicted with all this hay fever bullshit, right now my eyes are watering and I can’t stop sneezing and my nose is running like a faucet. I just know I’m gonna wind up dribbling mucus all over the pussies of the intelligentsia and I’ll be forced to change the name of my blog to Snot Action.

In the spring, people say things like “Ooh you won’t need a sweater, it’s so beautiful out” and later that night I’ll be biking home shivering, come to find out it’s three degrees Celsius.

Or else people will say “Philip I thought you’d love the spring, everyone is so horny all over the place” and I’m thinking “You know what, you’re all a bunch of amateurs. I don’t need a change in seasons in order to have a friggin’ sex drive.”