Don't Quit Your Day Job
I had so much fun recording that Robyn Hitchcock cover for Lauran back in October, that I think I should do a new project for 2006--song of the month! I'll pick a song I particularly like (and can sorta play), maybe that has to do with a certain month. I guess it can "sound" like that month or I can use my patented personalized convoluted reasoning to come up with a justification. I'll record it with GarageBand and then assemble all the tracks at the end of the year into a CD. What should I do first?

Besides get voice lessons.



It's not a leap year, is it?

On the third day of Christmas, My true love gave to me...
Puke, in the parking lot!
I pull in on the street by the office and step out into a pile of puke right as I open the door. Yuck!
Then, the next place I go, OfficeSlax, I step out into a slippery mess--yup!--a Burger King bag filled with puke.
My hipster shoes were all slimy on the bottom, but I wiped them extra well on the mat at their entrance.
The vomit looked very similar to the other vomit. I wonder if the same person preceded me exactly with some sort of stomach ailment. And what kind of omen is that? Am I marked as the next puker? Or am I just the pukee?

Don We Now Our Gay Apparel
Pretty much done with Xmas preparations. Pretty much have to be!
The boys have recently discovered the Numa Numa song, so I try to stay away from their room. Five seconds of Romanian disco is more than enough! I won't bother making a link to it, you can find it on your own if you really need to.

If I Could Make Sense Of It All
For some reason, none of the 12 people who read this humble blog want the official t-shirts.

Oh well.

I've kept myself busy, and been entertained many times by the boys. Gabe keeps wanting to play "Anopoly." And Sam is still using words I didn't know he knew. He told me the other day that, "Yes, Poppa, I am capable of getting a drink, but I want you to do it." That is, when he's not scolding me. "Poppa, I told you a million times, not to cook my waffles before I ask for them!" "But Sam, you always want waffles in the morning. I was just getting them ready for you." "Not until I ask for them, OK, Poppa?" "Uh, OK, but you did want them, right?" "Yes [rolls eyes], but not until I tell you to make them."

This art is available. It's brand new. It still stinks even. Make me an offer. I have no wallspace left. And I already gave up the 6 foot painting habit earlier this year. This one is about 18x24".

Shameless Commerce! or Theology 101
Yes, for a limited time (until they're gone), God Loves Guitars tshirts are available and waiting to meet your hot body!
Sizes: M L XL (men's, I suppose) professionally screenprinted on nice black cotton shirts. The soft kind, not that thin, clingy American Apparel type. Only $15, including shipping!
To order (I don't have a fancy e-commerce user interface available to me) simply go to PayPal and click "Send Money" My Paypal email address is revcph@bright.net. Be sure to put your shipping address and size(s) in the Notes section, so I know where to send it (them). All orders will ship within 24 hours.

Trapped Inside With The Train Set
Or, at work at 3:53am.
Don't ask. Cuz we don't talk about that here.
At least there are guitars.

Because I Said So
Like it or not, we're making gifts for some loved ones and friends this year. They will like them. Or else. The usual chocolates and candied orange peels (dipped in dark chocolate), as well as various crafty things. We think it's better than regifting.