Last Call for Sin

So the time has come for me to really figure out what the mer I am going to be doing the rest of this summer. Yes, at about 5:00 pm it came. Oh fine, so I was about 20 minutes early this time. And that too even a little early this year. I've usually got till blessed midnight. Well it appears brother Brigham's got beef with indecision and wants to cut its window down to a minimum. And I can't fault him for that. Now alphabetizing by author? That my good sir is unforgivable. Just come watch any of your favorite deer in the headlights freshmen come fall. It'll be classic. hmm... I do like the little red around the box. Very patriotic. So we see here that there are no jazzy anythings being pursued during said season of suffocating swelter. True. Mr. Clemens and his band of humanitarians have got me in close proximity to where they want me. And a measly 6 hrs at that. Of what has the world come and why is it not ours yet? The real question is whatever shall I do with all this free time. Keep checking. Maybe I'll tell you.

Does Anyone Else Miss the Snow?

Simple Truth for a Day

I'm going to admit something to all of you right now. That's what we're supposed to do on these kind of sites. Like I just had three gallons of ice cream that I ate while sitting on the couch waiting for my ship to come in after the last one left. I did particularly like the last one but there are far to many ejection seats on your average freighter shall we say... Or maybe more like I just went to the Museum of North American Flowers and Foul and saw more moose than you can shake a stick at, and mother of pearl were they big suckers. Of course there is only one small problem being naturally that my life is not that kind of good Moses jazz. CCP over here is showing the greater workings of fandangled electonery, and me? All that I may say further is that I am sore. The ground doesn't care to help me out much these days.

Where's Jeribald?

Can you spot the poser?

365.2564 Days of K-Stone

That's right folks. The sidereal clock has run and still I haven't been shut down. So I would like to welcome you to a new year of the same old jazz. Maybe I'll throw in a rabbit or a barrel o' monkeys every now and then, but let's be honest... creativity has already hit apogee and it's all down hill from here on out. Ask your mom. Ask your weatherman. But for Moses don't ask Betty Crocker cause she's not tellin.

In fact there's no telling really... Erin and friends opened a can of worms and they are mult-i-plying.

Not evolving. Just multiplying. So grab a pillow and enjoy.

That Would be the Swedes

I was home you see and I had this thought... I need some new shoes. My old ones are veritable scoops for all sorts of things: from rocks and dirt to snow and mudpuddle slushies. In fact they are looking more and more so every day that I was thinking of taking them instead of chips to a party. Alas one draw back. They look like carnage, smell like death and are only slightly better on the teeth than chicken ligaments.

Now I'll not show a picture but lets just say that my second pair of -I've got rhythm on my feet and some yellow on my shoes- shoes have a horrendery more yellow on them.

Since when did yellow become an acceptable color?