Sorry for the radio silence, everyone — needed to lay low over the weekend and that meant no blogging. So what’s going on? It’s Brooke‘s birthday tomorrow, and we’re gonna go out to dinner. Also looking forward to the in-laws coming up to visit — they like to eat and drink, too, which fits right into our normal agenda.
What else? I really need to get my shit together on this record of mine, but the least interesting part of the process for me is putting it "out" for people to "hear." But since I talked myself up to the edge of the cliff, I might as well take the swan dive.
And what of our other contributors? Is Jebson back in the US yet? And if he is, can he drop a damn line? Is James‘ honeymoon proceeding apace? When will the video be leaked on the internets?
Have you ever eaten four boxes of frozen pierogies while watching "Mad Men?" I highly recommend it.
I need to get blood work done, but I keep putting it off. Am I afraid of what I might find out? Maybe. Am I just lazy? Absolutely.
I drafted a major communications plan today. I feel as victorious as Metallica on the eve of their new album’s release. Well, not really. Those guys can afford therapy — all I have is this dumb blog.
Fuck it — it’s a slow news day. Check out this clip of ‘Talicker playing a new song from the upcoming Death Magnetic. It might suck ever-so-slightly less than their last 15+ years of music. But only slightly. Hey, at least there’s guitar solos!
When I get home, I’m gonna go to the meditation room and breathe. After that, I’ll watch the new episode of "Tim and Eric Awesome Show, Great Job." Can’t eat pierogies though — there’s none left.
If you’re one of the people who have called me lately, forgive me for not hollering back. I’ve been busy watching TV and eating pierogies. Doesn’t mean I don’t love you. That is, unless I don’t. If you send me money or treats (or leave flattering comments) it vastly improves your chances of hearing my voice over the wire(less). Well, probably not. But it can’t hurt!