POWerpaloma

1. birds and obligatory self-effacement

or maybe sooner than you thought, sultan! maybe i’m back in this blogging game for keeps! blogging! blogging!

i think i want to sit around and not do anything today. i’m out of money and coffee and it’s so warm in here and the weather is shite. so i’ll just hang out with arthur the bird and blog my knife away.

arthur the bird is a dove that jordan and i found by the river and are taking care of (he’s not hurt, don’t worry) until we call the humane society. which maybe i should do today.

2. no country for bill murray’s jaw

bill murray as hunter thompson is amazing, like if robert altman’s MASH had been a drug movie instead and wasn’t set in the korean war and bla bla bla my point is, murray is in the canon for me of the ilk of donald sutherland and of course, everybody’s favorite mug

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it’s that seventies style of acting that i maybe can’t describe so well, but that i love nonetheless.

and bill murray’s hunter thompson has this strange quality of tenderness to it, as though he is but a child playing a game. hrm! excellent! (the bird just knocked something over).

i always thought johnny depp’s h.s.t. was a little heavy handed with the affectations. but, fear and loathing in las vegas is a very well made movie.

3. illegal ghost bikes

take a gander at this one, sucker! comic buke dude’s like dada. i think this is the best one he’s done in a while, and he’s been doin some pretty good ones.

[oh shit, why's the dove rustling like that. can't get out of bed. i hope he's eating.]

oh wow hi i haven’t come back to this in a while. blogging! so let’s fucking get to this!

joanfrc is kicking my ass right now, here in my new apartment. i’ve got the computer hooked up to the stereo, with nine of their albums on shuffle. it’s some shit, sons.

it’s nice, living behind the wow hall with friend and bandmate jordan thompson. he’s a fool, been taking guitar lessons from a certain luminary for years, now. so that means he has a nice amp. (and sunglasses, but he can’t find those; he’s bald, now).

looking forward to wednesday, playing rock in my rock band at andrew’s birthday. ’sgonna be some fun, gonna be good.

saw the squids last night, which was of course excellent. missed some of the set, though, not knowing about dan’s 7:00 rock policy.  the addition of the keys dude. the trains also have keys, now. fashion virtuoso and ex last trains bass player garrett brown is back in the band, holding it down from on electric piano, now. it’s good. real good. can’t wait to see’em on wed.

hey, guess what? remember that old punk band, face eater? i’ve been notified that we’re to reunite for a bit, to rerecord some old songs and maybe even do a show. shit! i’ve been feeling the old hardcore vibes again, these days. was thinking even of tryn to start a punk band. now i don’t have to! great! that should be . . . well, we’ll see, i guess. i mean, everyone know that reunions are, as a rule, the greatest. hmm.

ok, shitdogs. i guess that’s it for now. see you in four months!