gettin' busy.

matthew took it like a champ!!
he came up to the woodsly goodness specifically to get tatblasted,
despite the foot of fresh-fallen powderpuff snowiness,
after a 4 year hiatus,
and went (much) bigger for his second tattoo.
no foolin', he SAT.
hard.
i figured anyone who takes a skin-porkin' that savage deserves a batch of props.
hours, ya'll.
hours and hours.
word.
it's apparently got tons of inner meaning, too.
i didn't ask, of course,
but he told his tale of personal connection and emotional import to my coworkers,
while i peed.
(courtesy of an  uber-large, black, burly, bitter decaf americano, y'heard?)
talk about perfect timing. two birds with one bladder an' that.
fortunately for all of us, the story wasn't longer than an above-average urination session.
okay, okay, Oh-KAY!!
all kidding aside,
he and his sweet honey liz got all my jokes;
stayed positive the entire time;
contributed to quoting spinal tap, (none more black, son);
love 'spirited away'; stink spirits! disgusting....
talked about old gregg, and his mangina, mutha-licka;
and even participated in the show-and-tell section of the day with flair.
thanks, guys!
hopefully we'll see you again real soon.....


alien abduction style.
that's how bright that lunar sh!t was last night.
u.f.o.-butt-probe-space-invader bright.
luminous, even.
and the white blanket of reflective awesomeness?
luminescent.
double glowin' full-moon werewolfen hottness, my ninjas.
blue-tinted lunatic fringe.
add in the warm orange aura of berserker viking fresh-to-death flavor,
and even a whole day of takin' it deep dissolves into dopeness.
january 11th, at eleven, all the way to eleven.....

the fire was determined not to ignite,
and the old, dry mentholated home decorations i used as starter fuel,
well, they burned up too quickly,
and blinded me, not with science, but with the stench of koala turds, for sure.
but,
naturally,
the combustible concentration of this conflagration conquistador
was NOT about to quit.
i'm 2 legit for that weak-sauce.
even with bright pinkish frozen hurtie hands,
and two black lungfuls of eucalyptus-leaf effluvium,
i kept huffin', and puffin', (and then coughin') in honor of the wolf moon an' all...
and eventually got enough embers a-poppin' to begin the barbarian battle-blazin'.
next time, though,
i'll not build it on top of a foot of snow.....
and maybe not use ice-crusted logs.....
and go with newspaper and lint instead of eucalyptus.....
or,
more likely, i'll do it all in an even harder way.
why?
the wrench!
i choose the wrench;
never quiet, never soft....