Well, it may have impended, but it didn't came, not yet at least. I'm a storm-liker. One thing I miss here in mild-mannered Norfolk is those rip-roaring thunderstorms that scare the bejeebers out of you in the Midwest. I believe I'm on solid ground using the term "rip-roaring", because I heard a guy with a ponytail use it yesterday at that gallery opening. So even though it sounds old-fogeyish, it's possible that Henry Rollins dropped it in some spoken-word event. I'm going out on a limb with "bejeebers", though. In fact I might have last heard it spoken on "Hee-Haw," which doesn't exactly give it the imprimatur of avant-garde coolness. You know what, though? I liked Junior Samples, dammit, and I don't care who knows it!