I have been too busy dealing with the nuances of fridge repair to work up a proper post for today, so please accept this relevant arctic blast from Armagideon Time’s past in lieu of fresh content…

I was looking for some mustard......but instead discovered......a profound ontological dilemma wedged in behind a rusty head of lettuce.

Recommended listening: electric eels – Refrigerator (from God Says Fuck You, 1992)

Raw, ragged proto-punk out of early 1970’s Cleveland. The song kept repeating in my head as I was cleaning the fridge that morning in August 2007 (and again today in anticipation of the repairman’s arrival), thus spawning this exercise in repeat laziness.