oh, C'MON!

okay duders,

somebody is obviously kidding me....

snow?

c'mon.

mutha-b!tchin', gaytarded sky turds?

come ON.

SNOW?!

who asked that weather to show up uninvited last night?

it wasn't me, i'll tell you what.

a sh!t-salad-surprise-party-poopin' spring fling.

icy, slushy, snow-cone crappity.

i mean,

it isn't april fool's for a few more days, yeah?

i'm sayin';

c'mon.

c'mon.

not cool.

but on the bright side,

it's not wholly unexpected nor unheard of.

this IS the hard-style great northern

woodsly goodness, after all.

we doo-doo those do-over days.

y'know, like winter, for example.

we almost missed it, i guess,

and now here's a simple sample of ample arcticity.

just what i wanted.

that's the way the flakes flurry, i suppose.

nice.

***********

it's the weekend again.

already, again.

again, again, again.

only THIS time,

it's also vacation time.

my last day of work in the woods for awhile.

tomorrow,

it's vegan eats and russian gyspy accordion music,

and wednesday, mutha-lickas,

i'm on that the long airborne supertrek,

high-flyin' and high-falutin',

straight westwards to the upper midst, y'all.

that's correct, my ninjas;

Identity Tattoo is once again

playing host to 'the albie rock show'.

equal parts pompous pontification

and barbaric benediction.

with a dash of hamden warrior thrown in for flavor.

todd is graciously allowing me come back on over,

and to hang out and get busy

right alongside him and the crew.

it should be big big fun, for sure.

and i'm excited.

even moreso than last time.

since i consider those duders my peoples.

hard.

and,

i've got standing reservations at the

louderhorn inn,

but no reservations about bringing the thunder;

all the way to eleven and more-

glad is my fate;

never quiet, never soft.....