i know, i'm a slacker

not much going on lately, but it's fixing to get busy in the next few weeks and not let up until after new year's. i finally got started this week recording my bass parts on the 15FTW bluegrass album with my 2 uncles, howard and bill, and sent the first song mix this morning to them for scrutiny, only fourteen more songs to go.

i also got the clutch back in the mustang last week, and promptly got jacked up by the boys in blue for expired tags. and i didn't have my driver's license with me. i had washed my wallet, so it was laying with everything else that came out of it on my kitchen table drying out. just normal.

anyway, i have a post from earlier in the week i need to finish, a few questions to answer, and everyone, please quit sending me link's to lindsey lohan's ugly beat up looking vagina. nasty!

me and holly

holly dog and i just watched the memorial service for steve irwin.

if you didn't, you should have........................................

crikey, defective shoes, and a lying ouija board.

even when things are slow around here, i still can't have a plain old normal day. i woke up late, as usual, took my mandatory 30 minute shower, then tried on 3 sets of clothes before remembering i woke up late in the first place, and went with a hoodie, jeans and tennis shoes. as much as i hate wearing sweat shirts and slouching around, sometimes the OCD gives in. but alas, vacationing mental disorders didn't last long. by noon, my new tennis shoes had come untied about 3,428 times, only the right shoe, mind you, and now i have to return them for being defective. i hate tying my shoes, it taxes my mental capacity. if breathing wasn't handled subconsciously, i'd have been dead long ago.

and speaking of death, it's quite ironic steve irwin died from an animal with a pointy tail as it's only defense. and it wasn't even provoked. oops? i always liked watching croc files, and with all the close calls where i thought he was going to bite it, i guess it's no suprise it finally happened, but i know i'll miss his theatrics.

what else? oh, the lying ouija board. normally, you ask a question, and it responds with a yes, no, or spells out your answer. or it does nothing at all. but that's a different story. anyways, i asked the ouija girl if i could trade my soul to the devil for outstanding lead guitar playing ability, and she laughed at me. then the room went dark, and the hot looking ouija girl morphed into tori spelling. i mean, morphed into the devil himself. and he was laughing also. seemed like the thing to do, i guess. after he picked himself up from rolling around on the floor laughing, he scooped up his pitchfork, put his hand on my shoulder, and in a not so straight face, said "look man, i'm a very powerful fallen angel. i command legions of demons, i have ozzy on speed dial, in fact i tell your mom all the nasty things you do in her dreams at night. the stuff you did last weekend? yeah, she knows. yet with all my worldly powers, teaching you to play guitar is outta my league. i can't do miracles hank, sorry. gotta go, but don't worry, i'll catch up to you in the end. no pun intended." and with that, he morphed back into tori spelling and i ran out of the confessional booth.