Friday, September 25, 2009

Make Me Fries!



Oh my, I am dying.

Live a little, laugh a lot.

Let us hope.

The American Self-Loafer

Sunnydazz writes: 2 of 5 Stars

Eddie Vedder the American Self-Loather will be blaming Bush and Corporate America when this CD tanks........

September 23, 2009 10:08 PM EST


"Bitter, table for one..."

Man, laughed my ass off when I read this. "American Self-Loather!" That's awesome dude! I found that little gem underneath a Rolling Stone review of Backspacer, PJ's new album. I don't normally go for reviews of any sort-especially before I read, view or buy reviewed product, but generally when I am blown away by something I do have to turn to the "experts" to see why.

It took me a while to dig it. I haven't shed any tears on this one yet, as some have, but after about five good listens to it over two or three days I have plunged full-on in love with this album. It is heavy, a little hard to listen to, but I've listened to it about ten times since yesterday-I can't stop.

Why does Eddie Vedder write so many songs about me?

"Vainglorious, table for two..."

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Second Chances

Man, I was really trying to wait a whole month, but I just missed it too much. Hah! I am not really sure why, but I began to loathe the posting, but thanks for reading just the same.

Maybe it had to do with my ability to follow through with much of anything-for very long anyway.

Maybe it is because I quit taking my crazy pills and fell into a mire-which happened the minute I started this renovation stuff. I never thought I'd be that person, it wasn't because I thought I was fine, the stuff was stored in the room the where the renovation began, and I just got out of the habit. It was reassuring to confirm I am still full of hate and anger, depressed and that I am still ready for it to all be over.

Maybe it's just not worth recording.

Anyway, I am back on the crazy pills and posting on the blog.

Alas, we are born anew every day. Isn't it nice.

It reminds me of this fellow named Donald I used to work at at the Burton. He was trying to drill a hole in a lid for me so I could run a siphon into a jug of poison, and he drilled it too big and the siphon was all wonky. He was bummed about it and I said "Here, I have another one," and he replied "Oh goody, I love second chances."

As do I Donald, as do I.

Fare well.