We Love You, Daniel, Oh Yes We Do...

Just recently got a chance to catch the Daniel Johnston documentary (it's on YouTube for free.)
Why, oh why, do I love the tortured artist so? His songs are kinda eerie and sad, of course, but for Halloween we did a cover of Devil Town for your eerie listening pleasure.

Did you know you can spell eerie this way or this way (eery)?

Sing!

Gabe's doting uncle got him a drum kit. Not for any holiday or anything, just got it. I wanted to keep it hidden until Xmas, but the box was just too big, plus he'd seen it in the back of the car, since it took up every inch of space!
Here he is after we attempted to assemble it all, doing his best Brian Viglione impersonation.*


*drummer for The Dresden Dolls. Gabe has heard a couple of their songs, like Coin-Operated Boy (not that version!), but he was really just enjoying his first-thing-in-the-morning underwear time.

My Name It Ain't Nuthin

Sam made this in school recently. Some sort of tell about your pet-type assignment. It says, in case you can't read it:
My name is Mo.
I am black.
I like to eat wafffles.

[It's true!]

Tangled up in Pluto

Overheard conversation during homework time:
Sam: I went to another planet today at school.
Gabe: Oh, which one?
Sam: Pluto.
Gabe: An actual planet?
Sam: Mmmhmmm.
Gabe: Pluto's not a planet.
Sam: So? I still went there.
Gabe: During school today?
Sam: Yup.
Gabe: And you got back in time for the bus?
Sam: Yup.
Gabe: No you didn't. Well, I went to Planet X.
Then they continued with their papers...

Momentous Note. You Should to Read

Maybe my filters have gone soft, but I am getting ungodly amounts of spam lately. (Teehee, Lauran is too--x10!--but that's cuz she was *smart* enough to sign up on coupon sites!) If I were to believe it all, I'm getting amazing stock tips and could, if I buy the right pills, achieve an erection so wonderful it'll make world peace look no more appealing than your average hour of programming on E!.

Alas, I have no such pills.



But I do know a great stock tip that's supposed to make us all rich!

Crap!

I was sitting in a meeting and a guy had to get by, so I scrunched up and my aluminum clipboard scraped across my iBook screen. When I picked up the mess I found a 1 inch vertical scrape (which looks like a kinda rainbowy mark) and another smaller one below it. Crap! Oh well, as soon as my AppleCare runs out in a few months, I'll be getting a new thingy, after they do a speedbump and fix all the glitches.

Speaking of crap, here's a new song about this guy, who, among other things, claimed to have eaten every animal in Creation.

Sam Sam The Monkey Man

I call the boys monkeys frequently. It's a term of affection. I also refer to them together as "Men," as in, "Let's go, men!" or "Alright, men, march!" That sort of thing.

Sam made this monkey in school recently and it has found a place on the refrigerator gallery of great art.

You can also see the notification of Ken Blackwell's new piece of election day confusion and potential results-tampering--complicated, confusingly-worded regulations on what counts as acceptable ID at the polls. So, not sending enough voting machines to Democratic strongholds and mysterious, disappearing data cards from Diebold voting machines (he is a big stockholder and just signed a 10-year exclusive services contract with them for the state), and the strange strange difference between what exit polls clearly indicated and the eventual certified results said, are somehow not enough? Poorly worded, but you get the idea.

Yes, This IS My Singing Voice

I like maps.google.com. I can look at my town from way high up. And that's kinda cool. I can see the google.superwalmart.com under construction. And the google.highwayoverpass.com and, if I zoom in enough, the google.cat.com.


New Song of The Month today. Lair link. I'm just tawking...to the kids.