I don't know how I am going to control myself when I meet him

"It occurs to me that blogging is really good at capturing some emotions, and not quite as good at capturing others. Joy is one of the ones it’s harder to pin down afterwards – it’s like sticking a pin through a captive butterfly and wondering why it isn’t as beautiful as when it was fluttering crookedly in the sunlight."

I love that man so verri verri much.

And yes, Tom Waits does sound like a wolf. An old, jaded, bitter, wry chain-smoking wolf to be precise. I'm sure he hides in walls now and then.