day off layoff.

better late than not at all.
the postponement predicament has been placated.
and i'll be back in action in the middle of the flattness
of the midwest sooner than later-
april 27th,
through may 6th,
i'll be appearing at Identity Tattoo.
in minneapolis, minnesota.
for really real this time.
best behavior at the airport and everything.
scout's honor, even, or whatever.
there'd better be a bangin' mexican food spot
for my last night in town up there.
cinco de mayo in minnesota?
i expect todos los marron blops especial, senor.
palabra, mis ninjas.
and as an added plus,
(that's a ++, yeah?)
the big fun parade that passes the louderhorn inn
takes place on the sunday i'm there.
puppets, and bicycles, and vegan barbecue times?
good things, kids.
all good things.
i'm psyched for the doo-doo over.
i'm psyched for the work week.
i'm psyched for all the loud and hardness to come.
that's real.
***********
sooooo,
i've been thinking a bit.
not about anything important.
when am i ever?
but i can't help but feel a little tiny bit let down,
y'know, by evolution, or intelligent design,
or whatever osteopathic pathfinder forged the
ossified endoskeletal structures of animals.
why's that?
i'll tell you why that is:
because,
it sucks about how lame bird skulls look.
yeah.
i mean,
dead birds covered in feathers?
sexy.
but bare bone-head beak bits?
NOT sexy.
fact.
the sexiness is in the feathers, i guess.
that's probably why strippers rock feather boas.
feathers are sexy.
that's the secret.
even when detached from the wings and skinny legs.
but,
there's a size limit.
small ones are not sexy
(t.w.s.s.)
which means: down is not sexy..
but only as it applies to small soft feathers,
and not in terms of directional orientation...
sorry, eider ducks,
but your manly chest plumage doesn't pop any boners.
actually,
it's a little bit 'sgusting.
which makes a lot of comforters less so, huh?
but, back to the topic-
bird skulls suck balls.
cardinals, jays, tufted titmice.
those duders all have pointy feathercaps.
but when the bones are laid bare?
roundies.
no tufts.
bummer.
great horned owls?
no horns, or even any ear tufts.
only roundies.
the dopeness just isn't there.
not since the old powell/peralta days,
has any tony hawk bird skull action been hot.
not once, not never.
there's almost never any teeth, or tooth protuberances,
and never ever any horns or antlers.
-not sexy...like i said.
check the alternative,
in land animal examples;
what about a moose?
with it's life attached, it's butt-nasty and fugly.
but a deceased, decapitated, disembodied moose skull?
pure, raw, uncut hottness.
teeth and antlers factor prominently in that equation.
it's science y'all.
Folk science.
i just can't help but feel disappointed
by the framework of our feathered friends.
it might be that the overcast sky,
or the looming chores list,
is really the cause of the malaise
but then again,
bird skulls may just not be dope.
it's too soon to tell;
never quiet, never soft.....