ticking away.

while jess was getting her car windshield repaired,
with magic sand/putty glassjuice transformation wizardry,
(because the secret universal plan decided to rock out with some wrecking
and pop a pit on her frontview translucent air defractor )
we moseyed down the driveway,
and peeped in the windows of the next-door, old, and grit-grimy
antique (man-tique) boutique store.
imagine my excitement, my ninjas.
i found a big ol' burly, bent and dented, brassmaster blaster!!
oh yeah, kiddos,
i'm tellin' ya,
we discovered an antique marching band f*ing TUBA.
i may have to go and get it.
after all, ya'll,
cultivating coincidences is my most prolific pastime.
it seems a shame to let all these vanilla-tainted skylines go unappreciated.
anyone have any impressive animal leg bones to donate to the art installation sensation?
i mean,
i kinda have to make a viking vase for a bouquet of barbarian battle out of it.
wheat, bones, sticks, runes, moths, and wrenches.
y'know,
all the awesome stuff.
c'mon.

it's lookin' pretty lugubrious out there today.
at least, it is right now.
yesterday looked bleak and weak,
but finished in a storm of warm instead.
if my schedule at work today is any indication,
it will most probably be more of a 'cold day spent ice skating in hell'
kind of weak end weekend.
great.

jess has a blog now.
a conduit to the outside world.
a pathway to purveying her visceral, virtuous visual imagery and viewpoints.
there will probably be many photos of our dogs, too.
you've been warned.
but still,
that's big news.
i mean,
what's the point in being dope if you don't tell anyone about it, anyhow?
and now she can dispense the lady's touch of woodsly goodness to your face and eyes.
i'm sayin', kids;
if a tree falls in the forest,
and nobody knows about the dope art you're making,
then who gives a sh!t?
mixed metaphor?
off-axis axiom?
i don't know,
but i DO know that my sweet and lovely one had better get busy gettin' busy,
letting mutha-uckas know its time to recognize or get wreck-ified.
word up.
a tag-team title contending dynamic duo.
that's right, b!tches,
like a pair of wunderkind wonder twins
(excepting that we make out sometimes, too)
making arthur
and making moves
and making the magic happen.
in fact,
it's all really happening.
that's the whole point.
real life.
documented.
live and direct.
if you didn't know before,
well,
now you do;
never quiet, never soft....