My Emperor! Thank god you're back. You won't believe what the kids have been up to in your absence. Great entry.
Questions:
1.) You talk of "Wild coyotes." Are there domesticated ones? Do you mean to say that there's a puppymill out there somewhere in your desert selling coyotes? If so, sweet.
2.) There's a magazine somewhere out there and it's very much in need of your gig-reviewing skills. I can't hardly stand most concert write-ups, but you've got a talent for it. (So that wasn't a question, was it?) Now it is.
3.) Still just bustin' your balls, but you realize that a dessicated mens' room would actually be a once in a million find, right?
Ha. Yeah, I'm with you w/r/t palette inferiority (or honesty, quite probably.) I don't buy it at all. My friend told me that there is truly a difference between good and great wines, but that just about everyone tastes a different component, or at least takes note of a different component when tasting wine. So what ends up happening is everyone just trusts certain importer names because they've proven themselves to be good finders of tastey drinks, but nobody pays much attention to what they write specifically about the flavor. Which affirms my own belief, which is that I know a really delicious wine when I taste it, but there's no reason to talk about it unless you're selling it, so shut the fuck up already and enjoy.
I'd prefer Guinness to most of the crazy-expensive wines I slurped tonight.
First of all, it's great that somehow an economically significant number of people are managing to smash their windshields. I've driven hundreds of thousands of miles on several continents, and I've never had one go bad. Is there a style of driving that's somehow harder on your automotive glass? Second, I can't lie: Awesome. Just awsome. If McDonalds gave out Gila Monsters with Big Macs I'd quit this vegetarian racket in a heartbeat. I'd buy nuclear waste if it came with a Gila Monster. I'd pay to see Morbit if a G-Mo sat next to me in the theater.
And you're spot on. Rolling Stone mocks monthly the ghost of Rolling Stone dead (and good.) Parse that one, mofo.
No worries at all about the book message... I can completely dig that. You put yourself out there even by admitting the ambition, let alone the fact of a certain number of pages written. Most 'writers' are more like me: the owners of notebooks, pens, and attitude. No product to be found. I like the idea of a screenplay. At the least it'd be a great way to experiment in a new form.
ah yes, my pitcher of beer i wanted to go to that show too, i don't remember what i was doing then - that might have been while i was out of town. you should head to jupes again!
Thanks for the condolences. This is going to sound awful but when thinking about things after the funeral, I found myself wondering if my dad's change in music taste could be blamed on his dementia. Of course, it could be that he liked that sort of music all along but that I have chosen not to remember it.
i wanted to go to that show too, i don't remember what i was doing then - that might have been while i was out of town. you should head to jupes again!
Questions:
1.) You talk of "Wild coyotes." Are there domesticated ones? Do you mean to say that there's a puppymill out there somewhere in your desert selling coyotes? If so, sweet.
2.) There's a magazine somewhere out there and it's very much in need of your gig-reviewing skills. I can't hardly stand most concert write-ups, but you've got a talent for it. (So that wasn't a question, was it?) Now it is.
3.) Still just bustin' your balls, but you realize that a dessicated mens' room would actually be a once in a million find, right?
4.) How's your book coming along?