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tinhuvielThe subject line means nothing. I just thought it sounded funny. I know why I'm on this planet, at least partially. I'm here to observe and write down what I see. The problem is, I suck at it.
I just got finished drinking my second Loca Mocha, courtesy of Monster. Why O why did I drink these coffees so close to bedtime? And why did I wake up this morning with O Brother where Art Thou on my mind? And that song, that accursed Bluegrass song sung by George Clooney and his bros? Of course, that just led me to thinking about Fargo, another Coen Brothers movie. Then I got to thinking how much I'd love to throw the hillbillies from O Brother where Art Thou into Fargo's wood chipper of doom. Then this made me wonder how many people Scott has wanted to throw in the wood chipper of doom because they've made some snide wood chipper comment upon learning he's from Fargo.
And what was it I just wrote? Jesus Christ, I'm out of control! It must be the caffeine kicking my arse.
I'm still waiting for the lyrics to the new Shriek songs so I can go ahead and write the song-by-song review. Barry said they were coming shortly and I haven't heard from him since. In the meantime, I'm listening to the songs and letting myself immerse in the different sounds of a couple of them. Barry warned that the new album would be radically different from the other Shriek albums and, even though the sound is a little different, you can still tell it's Shriekback. Any fan will love it and I plan on doing my best to bring in new fans, like I always do. I just don't want to write the song-by-song review until I have the lyrics, so I can quote the songs correctly.
Speaking of lyrics, I'm having to remove all the non-Shriek lyrics from The Blood Crown as I proofread. I only have permission for the Shriek lyrics, so everything else must go. Poo on that. I've always loved prefacing a chapter with song lyrics. I definitely did so with The Augury of Gideon. Every chapter is prefaced with a Shriek lyric ~~ BOOYAH, baby, BOOYAH!
Just in case someone didn't notice my announcement from the other day, I've finished The Vampire Relics the other day. This is pretty much how I wrote The Augury of Gideon. I don't think I'll ever be the same again.
Jen Olive is looking for an apartment and a roomie in Swindon for the Summer. I told her I would if she didn't mind my writing (see above). Of course, I can't do it, but I can dream. Imagine...hanging out in Swindon with Stuart and Barry, meeting Andy Partridge, and who knows what other mischief I could get into? I'm so jealous, but so very happy for Jen. She deserves it, she's such a good musician.
Thanks to the Mother Unit, I'm going to see an orthopaedic doctor tomorrow. I intend to take whatever anti-inflammatory he gives me. I don't care if it rots my stomach clean out, I'm tired walking like Granny Clampett after a gang bang.
I think this is the end of my babbling because I haven't anything else to say...at least I don't think so.
I just got finished drinking my second Loca Mocha, courtesy of Monster. Why O why did I drink these coffees so close to bedtime? And why did I wake up this morning with O Brother where Art Thou on my mind? And that song, that accursed Bluegrass song sung by George Clooney and his bros? Of course, that just led me to thinking about Fargo, another Coen Brothers movie. Then I got to thinking how much I'd love to throw the hillbillies from O Brother where Art Thou into Fargo's wood chipper of doom. Then this made me wonder how many people Scott has wanted to throw in the wood chipper of doom because they've made some snide wood chipper comment upon learning he's from Fargo.
And what was it I just wrote? Jesus Christ, I'm out of control! It must be the caffeine kicking my arse.
I'm still waiting for the lyrics to the new Shriek songs so I can go ahead and write the song-by-song review. Barry said they were coming shortly and I haven't heard from him since. In the meantime, I'm listening to the songs and letting myself immerse in the different sounds of a couple of them. Barry warned that the new album would be radically different from the other Shriek albums and, even though the sound is a little different, you can still tell it's Shriekback. Any fan will love it and I plan on doing my best to bring in new fans, like I always do. I just don't want to write the song-by-song review until I have the lyrics, so I can quote the songs correctly.
Speaking of lyrics, I'm having to remove all the non-Shriek lyrics from The Blood Crown as I proofread. I only have permission for the Shriek lyrics, so everything else must go. Poo on that. I've always loved prefacing a chapter with song lyrics. I definitely did so with The Augury of Gideon. Every chapter is prefaced with a Shriek lyric ~~ BOOYAH, baby, BOOYAH!
Just in case someone didn't notice my announcement from the other day, I've finished The Vampire Relics the other day. This is pretty much how I wrote The Augury of Gideon. I don't think I'll ever be the same again.
Jen Olive is looking for an apartment and a roomie in Swindon for the Summer. I told her I would if she didn't mind my writing (see above). Of course, I can't do it, but I can dream. Imagine...hanging out in Swindon with Stuart and Barry, meeting Andy Partridge, and who knows what other mischief I could get into? I'm so jealous, but so very happy for Jen. She deserves it, she's such a good musician.
Thanks to the Mother Unit, I'm going to see an orthopaedic doctor tomorrow. I intend to take whatever anti-inflammatory he gives me. I don't care if it rots my stomach clean out, I'm tired walking like Granny Clampett after a gang bang.
I think this is the end of my babbling because I haven't anything else to say...at least I don't think so.
