It's an old story. A bearded man finds love, a career, owls and fifteen hundred books in a part of the country he'd previously never anticipated even visiting. He learns to stop apologizing for his very pointed interest in the darkest aspects of life and comes to terms with his spirituality, which could be classified as "probably voodoo." He shares his home with a homonculus, an ocelot and a semi-feral catling and regularly interacts with federally protected birds.You know, that tired hat.
Sunday, January 02, 2005
Oh, and just so you know...
If there's a blue underlined thing in any of my blogs, that's a hyperlink. Click it.
Is anyone out there yet?
Well hey now. Honestly, I've laid off of checking back at your blog for several reasons; the chiefest of which is my post 2004/pre 2005 dance with the unamed devils in green bottles. Well... some were clear.
Anywho...
I wish you were closer. At the very least IM-able on a more regular basis. The ocean adventure is something after my own heart though with much less violence. Imagine the grand acts of baffonery!... plus I'd finally have a friend [who wasn't trying to nail me] in this bastianless concrete abomination. The beer and unfathomable amount of hot man-ends makes it just about ok here for a lonely geek rockstar. All I need now is a fifth of gin and a record deal. [wishful]
I'm digging the blog, my friend. Hope all starts and ends well for you in this new year. Oh yeah, and that Jack Timber bobblehead thing is friggin' choice :). Take care.
3 comments:
nope, no one there in that farm house!
Well hey now. Honestly, I've laid off of checking back at your blog for several reasons; the chiefest of which is my post 2004/pre 2005 dance with the unamed devils in green bottles. Well... some were clear.
Anywho...
I wish you were closer. At the very least IM-able on a more regular basis. The ocean adventure is something after my own heart though with much less violence. Imagine the grand acts of baffonery!... plus I'd finally have a friend [who wasn't trying to nail me] in this bastianless concrete abomination. The beer and unfathomable amount of hot man-ends makes it just about ok here for a lonely geek rockstar. All I need now is a fifth of gin and a record deal. [wishful]
I'm digging the blog, my friend. Hope all starts and ends well for you in this new year. Oh yeah, and that Jack Timber bobblehead thing is friggin' choice :). Take care.
Drew
:)
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