dig that popehole deep, REAL deep
Fu-fuh-fuh-fuh-fu-fuck me with a car door, it’s Friday!!! Whooopie! And I don’t even care that it was cold and rainy and took me an hour and a half to get to work this morning.
Michael says, “Brrrr! It’s cold outside!”
Who cares! Rain-shmane. No work tomorrow, and that’s all that matters. The weekend’s forecast is oh-so sunny and I will be outdoors enjoying it with a cold one in my hand, no doubt. Blacksmith Bill has kindly invited the whole camp up to his 12-acre compound for a little barbequed party plannin’ extravaganza in which we will raise a gigantic-jumbo tent that will house the whole crew this summer at Burning Man. Ahhhhh, yes! Burning Man season has officially begun. I can now speak freely about the event without looking like a total whackjob who does nothing but anticipate the week-long summer’s end event. This summer, I will test my bartender skills.
The buried the damn Pope today, so I can finally get back to reading the Chronicle, or as I like to call it the “who died newspaper.” I do really like the Don Asmussen comic “Bad Reporter,” featured in the Datebook section of the print edition on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. You can find it online here.
Today I am listening to OM Lounge 5, a compilation of very sultry downtempo that goes quite well with sips of martini on a velvet couch or moonlit makeout session or daytime nap on a soft patch of green grass, any of which I’d rather be doing than combing the internet for program funding. Om Records is a San Francisco-based (yay!) label that produces some damn good electronica artists. You can’t go wrong with any of the OM Lounge compilation discs. True mood music if ever there were such a thing. Perhaps I will make my weekly culturepool selection from this album. Does anyone else have an album they are loving right now? If so, post suggestions, my friends.
Michael says, “Brrrr! It’s cold outside!”
Who cares! Rain-shmane. No work tomorrow, and that’s all that matters. The weekend’s forecast is oh-so sunny and I will be outdoors enjoying it with a cold one in my hand, no doubt. Blacksmith Bill has kindly invited the whole camp up to his 12-acre compound for a little barbequed party plannin’ extravaganza in which we will raise a gigantic-jumbo tent that will house the whole crew this summer at Burning Man. Ahhhhh, yes! Burning Man season has officially begun. I can now speak freely about the event without looking like a total whackjob who does nothing but anticipate the week-long summer’s end event. This summer, I will test my bartender skills.
The buried the damn Pope today, so I can finally get back to reading the Chronicle, or as I like to call it the “who died newspaper.” I do really like the Don Asmussen comic “Bad Reporter,” featured in the Datebook section of the print edition on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. You can find it online here.
Today I am listening to OM Lounge 5, a compilation of very sultry downtempo that goes quite well with sips of martini on a velvet couch or moonlit makeout session or daytime nap on a soft patch of green grass, any of which I’d rather be doing than combing the internet for program funding. Om Records is a San Francisco-based (yay!) label that produces some damn good electronica artists. You can’t go wrong with any of the OM Lounge compilation discs. True mood music if ever there were such a thing. Perhaps I will make my weekly culturepool selection from this album. Does anyone else have an album they are loving right now? If so, post suggestions, my friends.
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