Our lovely friend, Dusty read my “We’re Doing OK” entry on the air. That was a trip. And Dusty has such a wonderful, makes-sweet-love-to-your-earholes voice, I’ve decided I’m going to pay her to walk around near me, being my voice. This will be great for me, because as an epically-lazy person, I will now only have to mouth words, instead of going to the trouble of actually talking.
Substance made a song sorta for me, which I hate because if you know anything at all about me, it’s how much I hate it when people pay attention to me/talk about me/make songs for me. I hate that stuff. SO DON’T DO IT.
In other news, I recently was deluged (the number 5 is a deluge, right?) with print orders…bought by 2 internet friends and occasional readers. I make almost 0 profit on these sales, but the idea that somebody out there likes what I’m making makes my heart go all splodey with happiness-facsimile feelinks.
|If I Just Close My Eyes|
|The Last Green Thing in Midas County|
Finally, here’s Pookietronic. He has a teddybear on his butt. That is silly. And if you know anything about me, it’s that I hate silliness.