Well maybe it won't cure the cold I have (or whatever bug it is), but a little Hamster on a Piano will always improve my mood.

Too often the general media has a hate affair with motorcycling and motorcyclists -- often labeled as crazy hooligans or worse. Sure, the gas crisis did wonders for enticing a whole new group of people to discover the power good fuel economy 2-wheels offer, but the general public still seems to hold some stigma towards motorcyclist, regardless of the type of rider or motorcycle. Suffice to say it's always nice to see a main stream rag like SFGate write something about the whole reason people dig motorcycling and stay away from the negative cliches.

Today was a solemn day visiting the national cemetery and the site of my father-in-law. Here's to you Matthew – and Uncle Keith – and all the generations of fine men and women who have served.

Inspired by the character Kyle Grubbin, from Dance of the Dead, I whipped together a fairly lame costume this year -- wasn't the plan. I tended to the trick-or-treaters this year, as Nee was under the weather. Rain kept the doorbell rings to a minimum, but with Lustmord cranked up in the background, I think I worried some the little goblins as I gave 'em some punkitude. Oy!