I do believe that my blog, in fact, has red hair.
Like any red-haired child, full with the orange cheek stains of poorly-guided spoonfuls of Boyardee lunches, my blog has been, once again, completely neglected. Luckily enough for me, neglecting an internet based cornucopia of my brilliant musings doesn’t come with shrieking cries about something to do with a forgotten birthday. And that is why daddy comes back to feed the blog once in a while, usually about once a month.
Ready for it;
“Awwwwww…. “
Ha ha ha! That was terrible! But sometimes a few bmx bicycles have to get run over in the pursuit of cheap laughs so I don’t feel too bad about it. The owners of those bikes are probably responsible for more than an acceptable amount of vandalism so they deserve it anyway. Sigh, those were the days…. I remember one of the best laughs of my childhood was induced by some brilliant artist who decided to draw a huge cartoon penis on the street in front of my elementary school. If the perpetrator of that crime had the stones to come forward and take credit for his/her (let’s be honest, it was a boy) masterpiece, then they would have been regarded as a legend. Nay, even a hero. Probably the only kid in school to get a hand-job before the end of grade 5… I’m sure I would have hated the bastard after a while, but all would have been forgiven each time I saw that hilarious wang saying hello to all the students as they poured out of those wretched yellow buses.
I am spending way too much time thinking about a dick drawing.
Or was I not spending enough time thinking about dick drawings before this moment?
And that, my friends, is a quandary.
It’s bloody cold outside. Cold enough that my testicles are renting that spare room right below my left lung, refusing to come out until their summer home thaws out a bit. I was wondering why my underpants were fitting so well… No matter, it’s time to actually write about something. Speaking of which, I’ve been spending a lot of time over the last week writing with the guys in the band. It’s been a writing-heavy last couple months, but it has definitely started to shift into a higher gear as of late. Some of the material is really cool and rather different then much of our older songs. The last 24 hours have yielded a crazy Motorhead-style rocker as well as an almost creepy, bluesy number with a whole apartment complex full of testicles. They are still rough and unfinished, but there is a really cool energy about them and we are pretty excited to shape them into finished ideas. It’s definitely nice to spend the cold parts of the year writing and recording in our little bunker, as opposed to driving all over the country and freezing our butts into singular islands of cheek. That just isn’t fun for anybody. Anyway, I’m going to finish up there since I’m hungry and I’m going to need all of my cerebral focus to heat up a can of cow-flavoured chunky soup.
Word.
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