My Glassblowing Studio

Meatwad make the money, see.
Meatwad get the honeys, see.

Merry Fucking Turkey Face

Yes, I finally figured out that my digital camera shoots movies - WITH SOUND! And I've had the damn thing for about four years. Geesh.

Incidentally, I am now a Vlogger. My Thanksgiving test video / pre-yule tide greeting to you and yours, from Gumby, The Minnesota Vikings, Bobby Orr's Autographed picture, and Classic Disco.

Saturday Night Live Blogging - Brought to you by the music of Rita Coolidge

The perfect combination of Saturday, night, and Energy Drink/Quality Gin Martini mayhem.

The Furious Sapphire Martini.

Drink a few of those, however, and the next thing you know you're on Itunes, downloading Rita Coolidge's "We're All Alone."






"Close... the Window
calm the light...
And it will be alright..
No need to worry now..
Let it out.. Let it all begin...
Learn how to pretend..."




Although the reason could have been that I perchanced to partake of one of the several items within the lampstand's marsupial-esque pouch entity, the inner chamber....


.. Where I learned the value of choice, through weighing the pros and cons of hookahs, pipes, mini-bongs, steamrollers...




.. Which, spurring on my intellect, led me to download the sheet music to the aforementioned symphony of aural intoxication..














.. And try to learn it on Piano.


Fellow connosieurs of greatness, knowest thou the magazine contained in the bookendish rag holder to the left of The Piano?

Yes, it be the Playboy collection.

Barest, I cannot, to jettison the elder members of said publications family, despite the amount of time it may have spent on the bathroom floor.

I could probably cure cancer with what's on my bathroom floor.

Or cause it.




Currently, I am sitting in front of the computer, writing this.

CHECK IN FOR LIVE SATURDAY NIGHT UPDATES - ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT!!

If you have something better to do, stay in.

Really.

Everything you know will be changed - Sky's the limit and you know that you can have what you want, be what you want. Sky is the limit and you know that you keep pressing on.

Like they told you on Classic Disco - but only when they're not playing Old School Rap.


**** UPDATE **** 11:09 pm, PST

I was just walking around the house listening to the aforementioned Rita Coolidge masterpiece at max volume on the Ipod, and I was thinking - It's so loud I can't really hear anything else in case anything crazy happened, like somebody jumping through my window and trying to go like the guy in Manhunter when "Inna-gadda-da-vida" comes on, only Grissom from CSI guns his ass down.

Grissom ruled in that movie.

Damn, has it been a month?

Hey Y'all -

My bad in the not posting for a month thing. My bro called me up and said "Dude, I've seen the UConn women's basketball preview up for a month now..."

Yeah, well, I had to be sure everyone knew what was going to happen in the world of Big East women's hoops.

Then I get an admonishing message from Mr. Redfoot, and, well, it's on.

So, today will of course be brief, as alas, I have what is known as SHIT to do, but here's a little tale to whet your whistles-

I had this crazy dream the other day, involving two key personnages from our collective social history.

Protagonist #1:


Rudy Fucking Huxtable.



For some reason, she was there, with a younger, but still successful version of..

Protagonist #2:




T. Eldrick Woods.











Truthfully, I forget what the dream was about, but I'm sure it involved some sort of US Weekly pairing off/breeding the super child prodigy, as they have both been, well, prodigious in their youth, with only Tiger truly capping off that youthful exuberance with professional success. But if your focus was only concerned with child prodigies, and african-american ones at that, that's you combo.

And you wonder why I've been away so long.

Like a fine wine, peoples. Like a fine wine.