Lucky for You

Since my former stool (for sitting on) has been universally mocked (it was cheap, and you can sit on it, that's why I bought it) I have now switched to a rickety old stepladder, since I am also oh-so style-conscious.

And I have put my January Song of the Month in a new directory, called Lucky, in the link section up yonder.
(It's already up on the Eyebrows Myspace, yes.)

Good Morning!

There's this back molar that feels all jagged when my tongue swipes over it and sometimes it hurts when I chew. I think it's the same one that I cracked a few years ago that the dentist just filed down and said would be fine. Word on the street is that I should go and get it checked out.



For now, though, because it's still early, I'm just gonna drink some more coffee and think about getting out and shoveling the driveway. I'm sure my finger will love that.

Srsly

Because a finger is a terrible thing to waste.

Please Sir, May I Have Some More?

Coffee!

Another One Bites the Dust

Maybe.
This morning my iBook took a tumble from a wobbly music stand, set up as a makeshift lectern, onto a concrete floor. It seems mostly OK, but I think something may be wrong with the battery connection, since it just conked out on me whilst using it during the screening of The Corpse Bride, which Gabe gave Sam for his birthday.

Watch Knievel Hit the 17th Bus

Send me to SXSW!

Blargh! I need a vacation! Robyn will be there. And the rest of the music industry. If you go to my Cpl Bradley Myspace (link, upper right) and buy a "song" from my SNOCAP store I get entered to win a free trip to SXSW. And every track you buy gives me another chance. Yeah, I know it's cheesy and kind of a scam, but it's for a good cause...me.

Help a brother out, will ya?

(I tried to embed the store thingy here but Blogger rejected the code.)

Meet the Fingers*

Well, for those of you keeping score at home, I went to the hand doctor yesterday (at a real medical-type facility, not just the usual dog and pony first-aid stands like we have in this town, it was a huge building, bigger than some small hospitals, nothing but orthopedic specialists!) and got a great report. The bone is healing nicely, and should be fine, no future problems, no joint affected. The soft bits are still very upset with me for what I did to them and will take a while before they forgive me and want to be touched or manipulated in any way. No permanent damage to nerves, tendons, muscles or any other squishy pieces. They gave me a new splint and told me to wear it when I want and to go ahead and use the finger as much as I want/can.
My musical career is saved!



* tastefully cropped, photoshop work by Laura K Arnold, RPh

Oh Well...

it was fun while it lasted, but 2007 is really not so great after all.
Not only have I broken my finger most horribly, I have broken my resolutions--I have not written in pencil very much, nor have I ended the war in Iraq, nor have I steered clear of food that is bad for me.

St Christopher

A note from an admiring fan:

I have long noticed and admired the medieval icon-like quality of many of
your paintings and drawings. I am also aware of the contemporary vogue for self-mutilating performance artists.

Your idea to channel these two trends into the creation of a reliquary for modern times is a brilliant conception. However, I do think the donation of your own finger bones could be misinterpreted as a subliminal plea for sainthood; and, beyond that, it must hurt like hell.

What did you do?

… Which hand did you hurt?
Which finger? Or fingers?

Of course, you can’t answer that because you can’t type.

…

Seriously, your musical career was just beginning to take off. I strongly urge you to have a hand surgeon look at those fingers as soon as possible.
Before they are set and need to be re-broken.

I cannot imagine how much it must hurt.

OK OK, I Will!

I see a hand doctor next week.
Thanks to all 47 of you who suggested/pestered it.



It does look like a tiny vampire took a bite of my fingernail, after yesterday's drainage.

So that's amusing at least.

Fun While It Lasted

2007 is no longer any fun. It may still redeem itself, but for now I am not pleased with it.

DoDoomDaDoDoomDaDoDoom...

There might be a Song of the Month project this year. There might not. I am well aware that only about 6 people ever listen to them, but I have fun making them and I know it was one the things that kept me sane last year.

Still debating.

With the Guys That Can Handle the Pace of a Young Ig-u-ana

It was 50 degrees out and sunny this afternoon.

At least it was when I left.

An hour later it had dropped 10 degrees and gotten cloudy, so I'm glad I could get in a ride, even if it was only for an hour.

Interim Report

So far, so good.
It's a great year!

I have begun my 2007 drawing, and it's a little bigger than last year's. Maybe not in terms of square inches though, since the 2006 one was very wide.

Only 4 million little hatchy scratchy lines to go!

Happy New Year!

Let's be honest, 2006 really really sucked.
If 2007 isn't any better I'm gonna be so pissed off you don't even know!