Friday, February 25, 2011

ice cold ice cold ice...

I feel bad for my fellow peons who were on their way to work or already there before the powers that be decided to close down for the day. I woke up to my bed shaking and the house shaking, hoping that since it's a hundred years old it's been through these kind of things before.

The salt of the earth people don't get days off like this, the trucking company next door is busy, my dad is still working and so is my kind-of-dad-in-law, while yours truly is chilling at home drinking tea and listening to music.

I could rant about the idiocy in my country and the world right now but I think I'm going to get some things cleaned up, get my paints out, and use this day more wisely since I've already slept away the morning. Noisy guitars, dreamy vocals, and hopefully some beauty created as a result...

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

pardon the intro advert
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v27TRan1SBI&feature=related

Randal Graves said...

They were kind enough to send out three Snowpocalypse robocalls *and* five whole emails. They really really like us.

thatgirl said...

@dmf,
haven't checked out their albums but they were a great opener for STP this past summer.

@Randal,
haha, my word verification is "Unite" for "Unite in Duh." They must think we all have swanky phones that order pizzas and check email and have room for 1300 contacts.