DFA usually holds off on any preemptive bad-day assessments until he finds 13 goat heads in a circle of black candles on his front stoop, and a pentagram drawn in blood on the front door. Even two out of three is usually not enough to warrant staying home, although tripping over a pile of goat heads and spilling your morning coffee is a real bitch.
Why has Pat Robertson not yet called on God to strike this liar dead with a hurricane?
George W. Bush is a fucking idiot, any way you slice it. At the very least, he should be in jail, perhaps sharing a cell with his pal Saddam.
How about that Ron Kauk new-age nature-fluff bit in the middle of Dosage Vol. 3? Definitely not what you want in the middle of a showcase of cutting edge climbing sickness.