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but girls with big boobies loved him...go figure.

Where are THESE pics, then?

that drummer probably has to devote her time to something where she doesn't have to coordinate two limbs at the same time.



















See, that's drummer humor: drummers use three or four limbs at once, but, see, she sucks so bad, that she can't use more than two limbs at a time. I hope she doesn't play drums in another band. I couldn't take it.

i keep hearing that Monkey Pants might do it on Thursdays.

there's about 17 things i'd want to do as a dream job. they're all mostly pretty different from one another. and in any given week i want to do one more than the others but they rotate and the "how am i gonna pay my bills" thing comes into play. i always thought i'd want to record bands or do live music but then i realized i didn't want to spend my life in a dark studio being told that my mix was off. i need sunlight! then i thought i'd enjoy managing bands or tour managing and realized that i didn't want to spend half my life in a van and crappy hotels. then i thought i'd want to run a music venue and realized what a dead end proposition that tends to be as you can't please everyone all of the time and there's a shit ton of red tape and ways you can fall on your face. i've been involved to some extent in those last three so i got a taste of what it'd likely involve and while it might be a dream for other people, i realized it wasn't for me. i didn't want something i loved to actually feel like a job.. and those things eventually did.

in the end, i over think it. i always think that nothing i could do would be a big enough deal. that everything had been done before. that what if i cure cancer..? well, something else will just take it's place and i'll be forgotten anyway. so at 35 i think i've held off doing something i really love because it's not "important" enough. it's not going to change any lives. and i think i'm starting to understand that i don't have to. as much as i'd like to.. i don't have to. it's depressing in a way, but it's also a bit liberating. i can stop having this high and mighty attitude in the back of my mind and stop hating myself for not being some big deal and just be happy with where i'm at and what i'm doing as long as i know i'm working towards something i know will make me just that little bit more happier each day.

as lame as this probably sounds, i think i'd really enjoy being an event planner. hell, even if it was weddings or something (excluding millionaire sweet 16 parties). life is all about experiences and if you can make someone's event a huge deal that they'll remember for the rest of their lives, then that lives on. i think i'd like to be a part of that. especially if i can tie it in and mix it up with a bit of music, a bit of education, and a bit of charity. that story about that handicapped kid in seattle who had his wish come true when the make a wish foundation got together with the local power company and created this entire day where he got to be a super hero and save the city. holy shit! being involved with something like that and making someone's life better would rule so hard. there was a time when i'd think, "well, that won't make me rich and famous." but i'd like to think that i'm finally outgrowing that "gimme the mtv life" mindset.

in the meantime, i don't hate my current day job. i don't hate getting up in the mornings. and i've had jobs where that was definitely the case. tony's right, your environment and the people around you make all the difference.

*i also think i could be ultimately happy as a professional whistler or sunflower seed eater.

/novel

Pro Whistler would be sweet. I've been trying to work a whistle solo into my bands' songs for a while, now...

I'm with Tony on the environment playing a huge part... i'd wanted to be a professional musician of some sort since i can remember, and i actually was for a good two years. I was doing nothing but playing/practicing/touring for a living AND able to pay my bills with some to spare. I wasn't in a mansion, but i had MADE IT. After spending a couple years in a band in which the majority of members didn't respect themselves/others, i finally realized that it's not really the job so much, but who you're doing it with. I'm much happier not making any money playing in a band with people who i trust, like and respect. I still hate that the majority of us have to spend most of our waking hours working, to spend only a couple hours a day with our families/friends.

I'd love to be a professional racecar driver, too.

My dream job is to get paid to listen to music and talk about it with other people. But that job doesn't really exist. My day job is as a bioinformatic scientist.

It's called 'Music Critic'.

big deal... i can walk like that, too.

Porn and candy sounds oddly synonymous.

they're both sticky.

And sweet.

From my hands to my feet.

the resemblance is striking.

...and not have to sneak in weed in my crotch.

you can drive your car in where you camp so no need to crotch-pack anything unless you're trying to get it into the venue and not just the camping area.

She just likes doing that. Makes it taste better.

Depends on the bands I guess (will keep an eye out for details), but yeah, I'd like to. Looks like a great time from what I've seen before...I didn't realize it was going to be in April this year. I'd much rather play shizzfest than just go and watch but sadly, no band to take down there with me

we're not quite ready to unleash a list of all the bands yet, but one of them starts with an M and ends in INIBOSSES.

Oooh... is it Mike and the Skinibosses?

FYI, everyone. I've had a few fine folks get in touch about buying eggs. My youngest layers are not in full production yet, so their schedule is spotty. Once they get going (another month or so) they'll lay, roughly, 5 or 6 a week, per chicken. That will give me about a dozen eggs a day. I'll have plenty for everyone when that time comes. I'll keep everyone posted. Thanks for the interest!

Chad

no more wackos at the funeral. Not this one, anyways.

it's weird, because this is exactly what i look like naked. Uncanny.

show tonite with good people. good kids are at grammas. good wife is off work. good friend coming in from out of town. These stars don't align very often. Good!

there is an older lady at my gym that looks like what happens to hot hipster girls at age 45...and i have a total milf crush. she always comes to work out by me and somehow smells like vanillla and flowers. its bizarre.

i smell an inappropriate relationship brewing! And it smells like vanilla flowers!