There are the Ps, now here are the Qs:
- When you start to fall off bar stools and struggle on the floor like a turtle on its back, is it time to quit drinking, quit drinking for the night, or should you dive straight back into your natural habitat and keep on swimming?
- Does How to Destroy Angles’ debut represent as big a step back for Trent Reznor as I think it does, or am I just not hearing it right?
- Did Saturn prefer his children with or without sauce?
- When will I get back into creative writing and start outputting something more than a few half drunken sentences that deserve nothing more than burning?
- What are the odds that when I leave for Europe in a few days, I’ll wind up having a panic attack on the plane and need sedating, because it’s just not natural for human beings to be in the air and God will surely reap his revenge for acts against nature and strike us out of the sky at any moment now, now, now, NOW?


