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I know I’ve posted this before, but damme, it comes up on the iTunes and JUST SOUNDS SO FUCKING GOOD….
Milwaukee Band Citizen King, (Wild Kingdom when they were doing ska-punk), and long defunct due to egos and Warner Brothers douchebaggery. Turn it up loud. Dance around. I did.
Empire Of The Senseless 
Ugh, my stomach still flips remembering ripping out my… given the blood, sweat, and tears I have expended into my house, heavy on the blood, I intend to either tell potential buyers to suck it and make their own damn alterations, or dying there.
Having said that, we have been able to have contractors do some of the serious work lately (including anti-skwirl efforts, thundra) and it is kind of a hoot to let someone else expend the sweat and blood.
You’re killing off commenters faster than you’re starting new blogs!
You’re killing off commenters faster than you’re starting new blogs!
It’s like a zombie movie.
THE BLOGGING IS COMING FROM INSIDE THE BASEMENT, JENNIFER!
Grizzled is sick of fixing things… and curses the fact that he is usually so good at it, that people rely on him to fix things… and then he comes home and has to fix things. I suggested him letting someone else fix something for once, but it seems it’s a hard habit to break.
Perhaps if I use some of his adhesives and stick him to the wall… he’ll have to take a break.
THE BLOGGING IS COMING FROM INSIDE THE BASEMENT, JENNIFER!
If it’s my basement… it must be fish.
Bwahahaahaaa!!!
BG- our lovely, mature, and over-grown lilacs were recently ripped out to make room for the swale. 😦 I did not feel swale when I saw it.
THE BLOGGING IS COMING FROM INSIDE THE BASEMENT, JENNIFER!
If it’s your basement, it must be a zombie squirrel.
Nicely played, Jennifer. Fish is probable off pooping in some gimmick beer somewhere.
Why is my comment awaiting moderation?? Because I used a rodential term?
My therapist recommended it, Jennifer.
Ha! I love the moderation aspects of WordPress!
THE BLOGGING IS COMING FROM INSIDE THE BASEMENT, JENNIFER!
If it’s your basement, it must be a zombie Eichhörnchen.
Fine… I’ll see if German will fly…
And it did!
DAMN YOU JENNIFER, DAMN YOU AND YOUR BAD GERMAN BRAIN!!!
Fine… I’ll see if German will fly…
They fly just fine, Jennifer….
This is comment 100? wow-fucking-wee!
Dusty, a backchannel email that warmed my rotting heart a bit said:
Sometimes we do rattle on. And sometimes we get drunk and fight too.
The C&L piece about the scavengers and foreclosed homes is part of my show this week ZRM. I plan on bitching about the banksters for a bit as per my usual.
I really needed something to take my litle mind offf the family feud shit, so I went to 90 minutes and been researching shit for da show all week.
Today..I want a glass or two of chardonnay..where in the blue hell IS the Ball n Chain with my wine? Fucker keeps me waiting..he can have leftie-overs for dinner now. 😉
Sometimes we do rattle on. And sometimes we get drunk and fight too. Don’t remind me. I know I am new round these parts but I saw enough of that shit on that one post I read on the air.
Speaking of which where is your buddy Mikey? AWOL? Locked in the local looney ward? Running around the cuntry as the Old Guy Bank Robber?
Speaking of which where is your buddy Mikey?
Dunno. Based on other communications, either I am not properly responsive, or blog improperly, or am a poor and unclear writer, or am not arguing with conservatives enough….
I am impure in some way, it is obvious. I am weary, and am blamed for my silence; I should change and grow; but the war’s still going on, and there’s no end that I know. I can’t say if I’m ever going to be free….
I miss his input and his point of view, as I miss others who have decided not to stop by anymore; but this is my voice; this is my home. It is ungainly, true; homely and unkempt and not conventionally attractive. What I do is what I do; I wish I could do more, but I am limited, in O so many ways. I am filled with regret for what I cannot do. Isn’t that weird? Why should I regret what I can’t do?
Writing is a cudgel for me. I will never be able to write as with a scalpel; but give me a marker or a pencil or some kind of drawing, painting or drafting instrument, and I make it sing. Or smudge. Something. It’s usually messy, regardless, but so is life.
I had some associates, at one point, who did some nice, soft colored pencil and watercolor presentation drawings. There were nice, undoubtedly; skilled. But I didn’t see the life in them that I try to bring to my drawings; vitality. I try to draw life; not walls.
I am not a guy that traffics in subtlety is what it basically comes down to.
Writing is a cudgel for me
Don’t get me started on how I use guitars….
I am not a guy that traffics in subtlety is what it basically comes down to. And the same goes for me, ‘cept I am a female of course.
I miss a few folks that used to come by ye olde blog, they were kinda like Mikey on the political front too. Ah well…such is life eh? Fark em. I ain’t gonna change and neither are you, right?
You love yer guitars much more than writing, am I correct on that? 😉
I love them and abuse them like I am trailer trash.
They deserve better than me.
They deserve better than me. I don’t buy that for a second. They are created to be used and abused…whilst being loved at the same time.
I don’t buy that for a second.
You haven’t seen the big chip I put into my Telecaster like two days after I got it.
I did spend 100 bucks on my acoustic, though, a half-cheap knock off, to get it adjusted so the action was decent.
Also, if I ever make money again, we have on of the premier luthiers in the country in our crappy lil city:
http://www.rauenguitars.com/