Man, I’m really digging this Death cab for Cutie album Plans, but holy crap is it ever sad. I can’t listen to it more than once a day without wanting to go hug an old girlfriend and have a baby with her or something. Jesus.

Stop being so sad, Death Cab!

Inspiring record, though.

This is my shit kit.

I am working out of a rehearsal studio in the heart of Atlanta, near Freedom Parkway. The musicians who rehearse here are apparently a wild bunch, and are given to flights of fancy such as throwing hand soap dispensers in the toilet. Nice one, gents!

When they do this, the management takes their hand soap away. I mean, what else are you going to do? Spend all week sopping up toilet water?

I have spoken with the powers that be, and because I am a trusted associate, I have constructed with management’s permission a Shit Kit. As you can see, it contains hand soap, some toilet paper, and some hand towels. All of these are highly necessary. I like my hands to be clean.

As you can see, it’s all nicely contained in this watertight pelican case. It’s nifty!