| Sunday, August 13, 2006 |
| In love with a Strict Machine. |
Firstly, I was mildly alarmed, then strangely titillated to find that my mother has taken to listening to the Ditty Bops. It strikes me as very amusing, and she has caught the bug fairly readily. I may introduce to her other like minded artists and see how it goes.
I also found that the mainstream papers down here covered the release of a new Mountain Goats CD, which was a pleasant surprise whilst flipping through them at the beach yesterday. In between bouts of slathering sunscreen on my poor, pasty frame and averting my eyes from the plethora of banana-hammock girded Germans who were at field 5 of Jones beach, I read a very passable article attempting to explain the music. It was as though there was a bizzare Teutonic invasion, all harsh accent and waxed, barely cald blondes jumping around and frolicing as I scowled into my paper, and attempted to build a slight tan, so I might look healthy.
This morning, I woke at seven and pulled up two stumps in the backyard. It needed to be done, in a big way, and then I mowed the lawn and took care of pool related issues. When done, I came in and saw for the second time on TV Alison Goldfrapp hawking a new phone for Verizon. It was odd to hear the music in only a chunk, but I am guessing that they are well on their way to more populatiry and so on and so forth. Yay for that, because of the quality and enjoyment that is provided by the tunes which the group collectively issue.
Thats about it for now. |
spouted by Johnny @ 4:20 PM  |
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| Sunday, August 06, 2006 |
| summer time...and the livin's easy... |
Not exactly.
I've an interminable headache from the humidity, to say nothing of the horrible things occuring with my poor booty, and my undergarmets sudden compulsion to be intimately acquainted with it.
But I digress. I was struck by the oddity of the pool this afternoon. A mass of water so chemically treated that I fear to actually submerge myself in it, thereby denying it the realiztion of its platonic form, and thusy negating its meaning and existance in my frame of refrence.
That was a joke, see.
Anyway, after this weeks past heat wave, I was amazed to find the temperature in the pool was about 92 degrees. This meant jumping in was a curious exercise, where one did not feel refreshed so much as wet, and still somewhat warm. Unacceptable.
So I did what any sane and reasonable fellow would do. Purchased approximately 20 pounds of ice and dumped it in the pool.
It worked.
American ingenuity, biatch!
keep cool in the heartland, babe. |
| spouted by Johnny @ 10:47 PM |
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| Thursday, August 03, 2006 |
| Creeeeeeak..... |
Slowly the knob turned. And the door opened...
Turn this knob, bitches.
So, if there is anyone that gives a rip who did not know already, I am back down in NYC. There's your update on my location, bitches. And if you didn't care...why would you be here? Random blog jumping? Shit, get a life. It's beautiful out.
You'd best enjoy life before the rapture comes and we're all boned, anyway.
I mean, unless you are one of the lucky hundred thousand or so who ascends to a cloudy, wonderful place, where you meet everyone you ever liked, and there are gumdrop pillows and candy-floss pillows.
pfft. Fuck THAT.
When the end comes, I'd far rather be smack dab in the middle of it, bat in one hand and a bigass bottle of gin in other. If Death or the Antichrist want to take a crack at me, they better be packing, and ready for the fact that I'm gonna take at least a nipple as a trophy before I drop.
My convictions are that strong, motherfuckers.
And if I am wrong? What if an all merciful god that I never really believed in me picks me up, puts me in the palm of his hand and tells me I'm forgiven? I'll unzip right there, piss in his palm, spit and demand to know his excuse. For all the shit. Then I'll jump the hell off and come rarin' back down.
Yours with a great and furious anger. |
| spouted by Johnny @ 8:11 PM |
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