The inescapable clutches of synchronicity

I at some point wrote some post bitching about Greg Dulli. Go dig for it if you want, I could care less. Basically I bitched about how the Twighlight Singers kinda started sucking. I still haven't heard their new album, but they're not what I'm talking about right now...

HOLY FUCKING SHIT THE AFGHAN WHIGS ARE REUNITING...!

I eat my shoe. And food. And my entire goddam leg. This excites my whee little parts to no end.

Odd bit... I was wearing my vintage Gentlemen-era Aussie tour t-shirt today that I bought a few years ago for too much on eBay.

I must be some psychic type of superfan.

Or Mr. Superlove.

Yeah.