however, until thursday, i will still be on cursed dial up and hating the very roots of blogdom with every solitary stranded email that bewilders my poor slow akwardly sad country telephone company. and fuck your blogger word verification(by the way). my blown eyes are age-ed and withering, don't test me with encryption or i might decide you're just not getting my comment. fa real, now.
but on thursday, look out. apparantly that's the glorious day when dial up will be a thing of my past, and dsl my future. i am so excited, i feel like helen keller, "water, water, water." it's like a wonderful new life in technicolor. just damn, i'll finally hear the music. joy!
also, i'm losing my "real" email address, so if you know it--might as well delete that shit. you'ld just as soon send me a message in a bottle as trust that clusterfuck of a viral mailbox. it's like a truckstop bathroom, heavalicious. chouchope around at gmail should still work fine for ya, so yikitty yak at me over there if you feel so inclined.
anyway, these nights battling with the putt, putt, putt, what-was-that-?-ways of dial up, i've been slow on getting the good word out, or receiving any for that matter.
turns out guy forsyth is touring these great states with his old band the asylum street spankers.
FEB 9: LOUISVILLE, KY
FEB 10: LEXINGTON, KY
FEB 11: PITTSBURGH, PA
FEB 12: PHILADELPHIA, PA
i'm going to go lay on my couch and breathe in the absolute silence. ya'll take it easy and i'll see you all about 10 for coffee.
oh, and do swing by the blown eyed site for mega meet info. i'm sad that many on the blogroll aren't over there. hoosierboy, who's yer daddy? shouldn't you be coming? princess cat, where you at? actually there's a lot of people missing over there. if you're not coming at least express some sadness. we will miss you faraway blown-eyed bretheren, we truly will.
bless you, blown-eyeds, bless your sweet little souls.