Tuesday, September 4, 2007

9/4 The Fletcher Memorial Home For Incurable Tyrants And Kings

Is everyone in? Are you having... a nice... time? Now, the final solution can be applied...

Oh lord. Icicles are forming on Lucifer's hairy-red nutsack-- my brother got a blog. "The Angry (Dr.) Scientician" who I have modeled my life and elementary-school mullet after has joined the rest of us self-indulgent indie-elitist folk-fucks pissing into the mighty wind of cyberspace. For any of you twats and douche-melons who don't know my brother, he is by far a wittier, brighter, hairier version of myself, with none of the alcoholism and commitment issues. Yes, that does make him more boring, but that also means his blog might have some real content. So favorite it, bookmark it, send it to your grandma dying in her shitty nursing home. Do what you gotta do. Homie needs to be famous.

On this day off I got a rockin' postcard and a sweet Magnetic Fields cover, and started a new collection of short fiction centering around various aspects of culture shock. And I wrote a little bit, and drank a lot bit. One week until I see Steely Dan in the flesh.... Rikki, don't lose that number!

Drink Count: 6

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