the end of the road, again.

how do battle bards cope with hard goodbyes?
that's easy.
we buy fancy woodsly sh!t.
i took my kids down to waterbaby world,
and handed 'em over to the other ones.
that jam is a hard-ass-style.
i get all emotional, like a real person, even.
so then i hit up some of my favorite crackery homeowner shops,
y'know,
to fill in the hollow in my heart with empty material items...
awwwwwww, man.
did i get a couple super thanksgiving weekend deals?
you bet your F*n' A* i did.
two new bow ties at brooks brothers?
handsome.
a rug and a table runner at crate and barrel?
how about some wreaths and garlands and a provencal antique chair,
all on deep, dirty, delicious discount at the stone house country antique shop?
my goodness,
i feel like i'm a\two hundred and eighty years old.
i tried listening to some back-in-the-day-soundtrack stuff to lighten the load;
anybody remember 'JUDGE'?
i thought they were good when i was younger.
turns out, that's not really so true.
then again,
most of what i thought was good back then turned out to be pretty lame.
i'm pretty sure i was just confusing this one song with greatness.
and even then, it's mostly because of my old memories of the H.W.C.
hamden warriors, ya'll.
hard dudes, an' that.
and speaking on hamden warrior poetry,
that brings up the second straight-edge record of the day:
H2O had a new album come out last year.
nobody told me.
but i still found out, about 12 months late and a sing-a-long short.
it's pretty good.
mostly because it sounds like every other album they ever released.
that makes the overall music score 1-1.
that's a tie.

that fantastic mr. fox movie was abso-F*n'-lutely amazing.
i loved it to death.
puppets and wes anderson at the same time?
hatin' on that kind of epic big action is a sure-fire way
to get yourself taken off the list, my ninjas.
it was so flippin' fantastic, i'll probably pay to see it again.
no jokin'.

i also munched up some weird chocolate bread.
that's not exactly big news.
but it IS delicious.
this kind of day, my duders,
is exactly the kind of lengthy spanning of time that feels pretend.
i mean it;
old music,
shoppin',
reminiscing,
long car rides....
all that lazy sunday afternoon stuff.
it's early evening,
and i feel like i've done a weeks' worth of work.
at least tomorrow is my friday again.
just in time to stack four cords of wood.
jacking on that lumber, mutha-uckas;
never quiet, never soft.....