I really want to talk about The Faint concert last night, and put up pics of the after party where we talked to Todd and Jacob, and Nick and Pete of Shy Child. And I really want to talk about the wonderful designers’ forum we had today with the Rob and Georgia Buchert, aka the phenominal Tryst Press.

But seriously, I cannot stop thinking about this story: Bus passenger beheaded seat mate. It’s such a weird thing to dwell on; it’s not like I knew anyone on the bus or whatever, but it really has me troubled. My mind keeps wandering back to it. It’s sick and horrible and awful and horrifying and I just can’t get it out of my head.

I mean, I am just speechless.