I am eternally grateful for the sustaining caffeination provided by my fellow peons on days like this with late nights and early mornings, the never-ending production of strange discourse that bemuses the masses, and the liquid brew in the now relicked Mug of Madness to wake me up and soothe my barking-seal-sounding throat, which has raised some concern as far as Her Majesty goes.
While I didn't get tickets in time to see Henry Rollins tonight, and despite being arty and barely creative not being much of a film festival person (I can't remember the last movie I saw in the theater, it's been years), but looking forward to seeing the cousins and other relatives where there will be the usual goodness that comes from music-playing, heated political/cultural discourse, and just being around each other. And, of course, cathartic and gorgeous music. Yay.
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was it rollins band or henry talking out of his behind?
http://www.kcrw.com/music/programs/hr
Her Majesty suggested an image of Froggy could perhaps be added to the Peonage crest in light of such developments.
dmf,
it was the spoken word bit but I've seen him twice already and spent a lovely evening with the family, listening to Stones records and watching basketball with my dad.
Randal,
poor kid! but pyramids and frogs should figure in somehow and I've got some methhead robitussin now.
http://www.buzzfeed.com/tiad/amazing-etch-a-sketch-art
http://www.graffiti.org/
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