I’m always late to the party. The Roots’s Phrenology is mighty. It kicks my ass. I cannot wait to get more cash to buy more albums from these guys. I also want to put a form of punctuation into my name like the group’s drummer, ?uestlove. Too bad the ampersat’s been used to death, or I could be @um. That would rock.
So, I’ve started a new gig, and I’m going to be a rebel and commute via public transit.
Yes, I know, I know, I live in Los Angeles, there’s no such thing as public transit, it’s going to take forever, I’m a fool, I’m a moron, I’m a hippy freak, why don’t I just get a car like everyone else…blah, blah, blah. Hey, man, cars are for the weak. Only the mighty take the bus.
Fry & Laurie (”The Queen of the Adriatic…” “…is one of the many things you’ve been called.”)
Kila
Julian Lennon
Minus 5
The Wedding Present
…and I’m tempted to put the Beatles’ Revolution on infinite repeat until I finish this damn thing.
Why is it so easy to crank out stuff here when I’m banging my head on the keyboard trying to figure out how to wrap up the adventures of two teenage sex toy merchants in mid-21st Century Irvine?
It’s not that I don’t love it. I can’t imagine doing anything else. And I know I can’t blame my muse; he could be down at the OBT, but, instead, he’s here at my desk whopping me upside the head and saying, “Ain’t you listenin to a woid I said?” I’m trying, dammit, I really am…
The goal was to finish three stories and submit one. I have one finished, polished, and out, and I’m working on this one, and I have a bunch of ideas for others. But I must wrap this one up first. I can do this. I will do this. Okay, you sonuvbitch, I’m listening…
I’ve been making an effort to save expletives because I think they’re overused. Emotional outbursts with powerful language lose their oomph if they’re part of everyday speech.
That said, Terry Davis and the crew at Tri-California Events are the biggest bunch of fuckwits I have encountered in my short time as a triathlete.
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