Archive for May, 2011

Hello… is there anybody in there?  That Pink Floyd lyric is rattling around the day, well.. more like the second half of the day.  I feel perfectly fine, quite chipper even.  That haunt of a song is much deeper than I think I feel at the moment.  Nice sun today, even with a slight chill in the air outside right now, the sun of earlier felt summer.  That was some crazy out of order type of description just there, just then that is.  Words are feeling kind of funny right now, ha ha funny, not Faces Come Out Of The Rain, not like that, funny.  For those who feel good, I smile for you.  I feel good, I hope you smile for me.  I”m nowhere near comfortably numb.   But what a good grouping of words that is, Comfortably Numb.  Now I want to play drums.  I live in a building that is pretty chillastically nice, but I can’t play drums here.  Larry Thompson has given permission to borrow the drums, in the basement on Main St.  I’m not in a band, no working music thing, so I can’t really afford a space, fuck… the last time I was seriously feeling good about pounding out music was in the last space I was apart of.  That is pretty fucking sad.  I have been rockin some beats in my funny old sampler, and even been scratching to beats, for fun! That has been a while.  But I have not felt a huge bass sound, or drums plundering.  Oh well, for this particular evening, I will just put on some headphones and listen to some, oh..

dog bed…

A week ago the zipper broke on my dogs bed.  The inner pad kept potting out, I would stuff it back in, but it kept coming out.  One day, my dog Poppy who is almost 10 years old shredded the inner lining.  He is very good about not destroying stuff, and I think he did it while trying to adjust the pad, which I have seen him do lots of times.  I get home from work, and decide to toss the thing in the trash, and just let him get up on the couch, which he seeming likes to do, until I can get him a nice new bed.  he is a big one, so I have to buy a nice quality big dog bed.  Here is what is funny to me.  He seemed instantly sad about his bed being gone.  He sits on the couch, but only really when I call him up.  He now lays down on the entry way rug in the kitchen, very far from the main living quarters….. I’m looking at him right now, and he seems like he is saying “this bed sucks”.  It does, and now i’m fucking broke again.  Well, too broke to buy a 120$ dog bed.  It will be about another month before I can swing that.  So I get Poppy pout face, Great!  It’s more funny than tragic, and when he get a new bed, I think he will fully appreciate the couch time he was rocking.

Netflix… yeah, maybe

I got the unlimited streaming and dvd deals from Netflix, I tore through the Wire, caught up on the backlog of Mad Men, but now i’m getting movies (DVD wise), and I can’t seem to sit down to watch them.  Not because I am busy, but because they don’t seem to interest me.  Funny.

just a thought as I look at It’s Kind Of A Funny Story sitting on my desk right now.

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