These are the posts that will go in the slider.
I wrote on the social networks this morning…
This is a very common thing apparently for people with sensory processing disorder. So I threw it up wondering if I was the only one of my friends and readers. I don’t think loving the feeling of heavy weighted aprons full of lead on my chest is weird – I mean I’m not Temple Grandin squatting in that hug machine she built. That chick’s nuts!
Here’s a few tracks recorded very poorly from our show last weekend. As you listen please try to remember that we try to use our eyes to make love to the audience, which doesn’t come through in the recordings.
We also use our genitals to make love to the audience, but that’s for after the show. Zing!
In the last post I wrote about how my girlfriend flew in and I showed up at the wrong airport. Our band was scheduled to go on stage soon after that, and she had to take the subway with her luggage to the club. Very romantic.
Last year I bought a Rivera amp from the 80s. I always wanted an amp that I would never need to replace. This was an expensive purchase. Next to my car it’s probably the most valuable thing I own.
Last Friday, reader-turned-girlfriend Jessica flew in from Atlanta to spend the weekend. No, she’s not super keen on President’s Day; she does love herself some Rutherford B. Hayes, however.
I would like to formally announce that is my first semicolon ever used on this website. It makes me happy to show off.
A funny thing happened to me today in therapy.
I arrived at the office prepared to talk (read: complain) about what’s going on in my life. I do this every Tuesday at 10:15am. I started in about something, probably how I’m too amazing even for myself, and how hard it is to just be me. You know, my problems.
The fantastic and funny AimingLow published one of my stories that I rewrote and polished.
A few weeks back I showed photos of my shameful feet. My toes, specifically. Actually one toe.
The big monster spear toe. The second one from the inside.
If you didn’t read that post – click here and prepare to get fouled out.
While Jessica The Reader (aka Jessica) was in town this weekend, she forced me to get a pedicure.
Well… sort of.
One of my first readers, Karen, became very special to me when I started writing regularly. The reason?
She made me feel like I was doing something good for our county.
Karen is in the Air Guard and over in Afghanistan doing the things that troops do during a war. She works on planes and wrenches most of the day. I was sort of disappointed that she didn’t control predator drones dropping bombs on people she disliked, but whatever.
This weekend Jessica aka Jessica The Reader is coming for a visit.
If you’re new to the site, you may want to read the back story of how we met.
I’d like to mention a golden move she made in preparation of this trip.
Hey, since I haven’t yet met all your friends, let’s throw a dinner party at your place!
I'll never give this child another cigarette, pinky swears!
