Thursday, August 30, 2007
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Monday, August 27, 2007
I miss this landmark day of school days past...
remember this? I don't remember it being quite as surreal, but memories fade sometimes.
note: The fellow with the hat makes me very uncomfortable. he keeps glancing at me as if he knows me or knows something I don't. What's his deal? He's a charlatan that's what. This product has no mascot. It robbed teeth of fillings and slipped out of hands too quickly and gathered hair and gravel instantly! And that's why we loved it. Not for him... not for him...
note: The fellow with the hat makes me very uncomfortable. he keeps glancing at me as if he knows me or knows something I don't. What's his deal? He's a charlatan that's what. This product has no mascot. It robbed teeth of fillings and slipped out of hands too quickly and gathered hair and gravel instantly! And that's why we loved it. Not for him... not for him...
the gentleman
Friday, August 24, 2007
Working Together Part 1
We knew they had buried the money here. That's why we rented the house. That's why mysterious gas leaks were reported in the house. It's not safe with the baby coming and all... Yesterday, just as we imagined, the Deere showed up. The contractor got the repairs started, and like we imagined, it was going to take a couple days, "what with the rain and all". Perfect.
All I had to do was scoop a little off the top to the right of the gas line, and Winston could pick up the trail.
Working Together Part 2
Working Together Part 3
Once Winston saw exactly where the goods were, he took the helm. His keen sense of touch and smell allowed the 'transaction' to take place with precision.
I taught Winston how to wipe the joint down so his pad prints wouldn't be detected. I had him go ahead and wipe mine down too.
Today, first thing, the contractor was back to finish the job and finalize our cover.
cha ching.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
hmm
uh, some days you don't have words for. I know my fingers and shoe smell like rotten trash, for I threw away someone's littered real fruit beverage. It was open and unfinished. The fermented rot spilled all over my hand and shoe. One should check and see if the litter one is disposing of is empty of course. It's one of those days where I can't get out of the cycle of thoughts in my own head, so this funk is a wake up aroma. It says,"wake up. you stink. you are loved nonetheless".
I am glad people that litter are drinking healthier beverages. That's a positive thing.
Did I mention I picked up someone's littered rotten fruit beverage and spilled it on my hand and shoe? Ah yes. I did. Oh the troubles we have as Americans...
Thursday, August 16, 2007
today's rough cut
Here's a little tune we done did last night. Go easy on us: we're new to the KC scene. More to come. Tempo and relaxation to follow...
http://www.virb.com/grk/videos/22554
http://www.virb.com/grk/videos/22554
in addition
This one fella was sitting next to me last night with a long white beard and pony tail to match, commenting on various aspects of life.
He vowed never again to cut his beard or his hair.
He traveled in 19 National Parks picking up trash back in the 50's.
He is less expensive than the Iraq War.
He wrote a little plea on paper to me and God and to the american people in hopes that we have a benevolent God, and otherwise we have a lot of making up to do for how we trashed the earth(fair enough).
He cracked off a soundtrack quality fart as he was getting up to leave.
All I saw was his faded overalled old man slightly round or anti butt butt in my face as he gassed a lovely melody. Sarah and I were equally impressed. Bravo to you, Sr. Farting Man.
He vowed never again to cut his beard or his hair.
He traveled in 19 National Parks picking up trash back in the 50's.
He is less expensive than the Iraq War.
He wrote a little plea on paper to me and God and to the american people in hopes that we have a benevolent God, and otherwise we have a lot of making up to do for how we trashed the earth(fair enough).
He cracked off a soundtrack quality fart as he was getting up to leave.
All I saw was his faded overalled old man slightly round or anti butt butt in my face as he gassed a lovely melody. Sarah and I were equally impressed. Bravo to you, Sr. Farting Man.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
today's scenes
Monday, August 13, 2007
largo bridwell spoof
Friday, August 10, 2007
Thursday, August 9, 2007
bellisimo
check out the basses for those of you who are in to such things...
http://www.makassar.it/makassar_it.html
http://www.makassar.it/makassar_it.html
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
richy
So, yesterday, I was walking Winston in the morning, and in my american haughtiness, I was like, "man, why do these dudes root through the recycling and the trash every week?" Then I thought, "well, at least they are using what we consider trash. I could take a lesson from that." Either way, it's somewhat disconcerting in our american haughtiness to see one rooting through the trash. I guess it reminds us of the ugly truth that lives in need outside our happy wealthy lives. Anyway, long story short: last night when walking winston, I picked up a sweet piece of wood from an old entertainment center sitting by the side of the street. I got me a fine pedal board now. Ahh, sweet irony...
Sunday, August 5, 2007
Friday, August 3, 2007
today's must see
this is a bit sacralicious, being Kanye West, but wow; what a portrait. This tickles me, and I hope it tickles you too. [possible language for kids in earshot]
http://www.kanyewest.com/?content=video_cant_tell_alt
http://www.kanyewest.com/?content=video_cant_tell_alt
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