you know it!

Q:how many barbarians are too many?
A: there's no such thing as too much of barbarians, silly!

we watched the first disc and a half of the first series,
and it was mostly awesome.
excepting the repetition of words and images,
over and over,
as applicable to an unbroken commercial breakin' continuum.
that, and the incredibly nerdy 'experts',
the ones who blabbity blab in between the not-so-dramatic reenactments.
of course,
there was also plenty of axe-warrior choppin' and breakin' and burnin',
so i will be watchin' some more tonight.....
barbarian battle-beasts, my ninjas,
fuel for the hot fire furnace i'm cookin' up my art-times with.
so GOOD.
speakin' of;
i made some art-timeyness this mornin',
but now i'm infected with some severe, chronic, and acute avaricious holiday fury,
and as such,
artistry and cardboard cuttin' have absolutely got to take a night off in lieu of spreadin' wide a big fat butthole full of holiday cheeriness.
gapin' it 'til i see the doo-doo butter
i've gotta get all that crap outta the way;
in just two short weeks,
i'll be in connecticut again, ya'll.
who's hangin' out?
my plan is to do some serious all in together time with all the non-waterbabies who happen to reside in the saucy, bossy, b!tch-sappiness of the nutmeg state.

anybody remember the band piebald?
because you really should be listening to some right now,
that way,
we can have a 'fievel mouse/american tail/''somewhere out there''' moment,
together.

whatevs,
i've got a date,
with some lombards, some franks, some angles, and some vandals.
kindred spirits,
thought and memory,
vanilla sky cultivation,
it already happened,
it's all still really happening;
never quiet, never soft...