I think it is safe to honestly say that we are pushing the envelope in every given direction, in every conceivable way. Though it is rainy in Central Texas (big time – we have not seen the sun in days, weeks even; our lawns rejoice while we humans hide inside and anticipate the imminent uprising of the weed revolution [with their extensive root systems and meaty, angry trunks, they are a force to be reckoned with for sure {read: these things are like flippin’ trees}]), our hearts are brimming over with the bubbly goodness of possibility!
“What are you talking about?” you say. Let me give you some examples:
- Crowder killed it on his most recent blog. If you don’t keep up with his xanga, you should. Whether he’s pontificating on unicorns (I hear that they cry jelly beans!) or the Baldwin brothers, it’s always a good read. (Check it) Unlike this blog, which is often hit or miss. (Sometimes my brain feels like pudding, and nobody benefits from that…) He has also been obsessed with Pythagoras lately. Just saying…
- Mark’s greatest achievement of his still young life is “Bwack be Creepin,” which is burning up the charts! (Meaning, it’s burning up the charts inside my head, the only charts that really matter. Number 2 with a bullet! If he could only out do that darn Perry Gripp…) Hopefully his rap career will continue to defy gravity. Good things are in his future as an MC.
- Mike D grows corn.
- With the recent rise in rain and humidity, Jack’s hair is curlier than ever!
- The Wacker, concerned about the weed revolution, has shifted his allegiance to the also inevitable robot uprising in the hope that he will be able to contribute in a positive way to the mechanical/lawn pest apocalypse that will go down sometime in the next few months. If it all goes well, he then plans on building a robotic drummer to take his place in the band. Genius, or Lazy? You make the call!
- Me? Well, I built a stereo that doesn’t work. I also found this:
Time for lunch. OM NOM NOM NOM
-Hogan