Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Sweet weeping eyeballs of joy
The Residents' bog announced an upcoming live performance in NYC this upcoming October. Color me excited.
"The Bunny Boy." New album? Don't know. However, Big Brother was nice enough to confirm that a tour is in the works, and Boston is being looked at, though no booking had been made as of yet.
Shit, I'll host a show in my back yard if need be. Seriously!
"The Bunny Boy." New album? Don't know. However, Big Brother was nice enough to confirm that a tour is in the works, and Boston is being looked at, though no booking had been made as of yet.
Shit, I'll host a show in my back yard if need be. Seriously!
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Toy of the week
Friday, May 09, 2008
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
I got game
Thanks to the economic fellatio rebate, we've upgraded to an XBox 360. I just got back from Target with the Go Pro version (20GB external hard drive) and Lego Star Wars Saga. I'm on my way upstairs to hook this bad boy up.
Monday, May 05, 2008
What the.....?
Tonight, as I got Izzy ready for bed, I read her the Little Critter book "I Just Forgot." At one point, he is stating how he remembered to wash behind his ears in the tub, but he didn't forget to use soap. He just doesn't like it. Judging by the illustration, he also forgot his modesty:
Next time someone tells you you're hung like a critter, take it as a compliment.
Next time someone tells you you're hung like a critter, take it as a compliment.
Friday, May 02, 2008
Thursday, May 01, 2008
Tomorrow Never Knows
RIP Albert Hofmann.
Turn off your mind, relax and float down stream,
It is not dying, it is not dying
Lay down all thought, surrender to the void,
Is it shining? Is it shining?
That you may see the meaning of within
It is being, it is being
Love is all and love is everyone
Is it knowing? Is it knowing?
That ignorance and hate may mourn the dead
It is believing, it is believing
But listen to the colour of your dreams
Is it not living, is it not living
Or play the game "Existence" to the end
Of the beginning, of the beginning
Turn off your mind, relax and float down stream,
It is not dying, it is not dying
Lay down all thought, surrender to the void,
Is it shining? Is it shining?
That you may see the meaning of within
It is being, it is being
Love is all and love is everyone
Is it knowing? Is it knowing?
That ignorance and hate may mourn the dead
It is believing, it is believing
But listen to the colour of your dreams
Is it not living, is it not living
Or play the game "Existence" to the end
Of the beginning, of the beginning
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