Misery Business

Sorry to have gone all silent on y’all. I swear I’m as vivacious, audacious and pugnacious as I ever was. I’ve just had these and many other adjectives employed in battling, the aforementioned miserable neck issues, crippling Spring allergies and the invading demon forces of myhtological Japan in Capcom’s masterpiece Wii port Okami! Maybe I’m allergic to not playing Okami.  

Aside from that, I’ll have some updates rolling out in the very near soonish. For one thing, Yochien Ronin, the much discussed seldom seen musical project that ying and I keep pouring the hours into for some reason or another (international superstardom?,)  is moving into the all important release mode as summer nears.

The MySpace page is due for an overhaul and a significant update. If all the stars align, we’re looking at June. If not, then bootember or possibly boopril. Which ever falls first. 

Ying got me into this band called Paramore. Fronted by a red haired woman-child by the name of Haley Williams. I take it all you youtube savvy kids already lived through the buzz on this one. After many a listen I have to say that I have only come to like the band more and not less. As if there might be things to glean from further exploration. This is all probably part of my seasonal Spring gleaning.

Though Haley looks like the child-bride of a polygamist, her voice is deceptively full and her control over it is inspiring.

 And now I’m rambling so I bid you adieu. Hopefully to share more significant developments now that the horse has taken me back and forgivien me my trespasses. Yeehaw.

Icarus Baby, You Flew Too High

I’ve been out of comission all weekend with a busted neck. What began as terror level Bloody Murder on Saturday morning when I awoke with a start to screaming pain, was downgraded to Chicken Bone in the Ass  on Sunday.

 The adults in my life tell me its what is commonly refered to as a “stiff neck”. But I would call it a writhing vortex of pain.

Clearly this is punishment for my hubris but I don’t think it will stop me from further cartwheels or wii-wheeling to come. 

American Graffiti

I was in a public restroom reading the “scripture of the shoppings malls” scrawled in filth on the walls of a bathroom stall when I started thinking about what the silliest thing i could write on there would be. Were I to be taken with the bard’s gift while passing a load.

Here are just some of the many ideas that shat from my mind.

Lick Dick Deepak Chopra. –self explanatory 

For a good time call Good Times.

St. Elmo’s Fire. (with a picture of Elmo)

Jessica Alba is a fine young woman of good moral fiber.

Oops. That doesn’t go in there.

 Ray Jay Johnson.  


I’m waiting in the stall next to you with a knife. Don’t scream. Don’t make a peep. Just slowly stick your fingers under the stall, and wait one minute. If I like what I see,  I’ll let you go. If you move, I’ll cut your heart out, and piss into the open cavity.  

— What are some of your fantasy bathroom scrawls?