so let's see if all my funny hasn't left me by now. Brown food will do that to you. As my young cohort looks over my shoulder to laugh at this week's insert--my first in ages--I stand here with a back that's used to old concrete and butt indented with rivets. Yes my friends, the old blogster has returned darker than before with a new found energy, one that's been left to sulk in this insufferable heat. It is good to be back home.
Just my luck: Oh tell me about it. So here's how the god's like to bend me over: I got stuck writing this week's blog.
Poseidon: I hear Fergie from BEPs plays a singer in this picture. Poseidon refers to the boat in which they ride the waves coming out of the loins of her San Diegan pants. Sick. Anywho, next time you approach Fergie just let her know that it's not the size of the poseidon, but the motion of the ocean.
Sketches of Frank Gehry: In my undergrad years as a young and fancy boy, I remember having to share the facilities with the architecture brats. These sons-of-bitches are so whiny! Also they think they're gonna be the next Frankie, but little do they know that more than likely they are going to foam my next latte. Not that I'm bitter or anything, but if you ever feel like punkin' one of these brats, just say that Neutra is soooo overrated.
Silent Hill: More like Silent theater. I heard this one's a keeper. So if you are looking for some horror film inspiration don't bother with Excorcist or Last House on the Left, just take one part Needful Things and two parts Hills Have Eyes and you get more crap than you can ask for!
yeah I know I'm slumpin, but don't blame me. It's the insomnia speaking. Don't worry next week's The Capn's in. be well.www.vidtheque.com