May The Fourth be with you!
it's star wars day, y'all.
red lightsabers are popping out all over the place up here.
that's innuendo, neighbors.
it's a busy busy busy day here in the woodsly goodness.
and it's only 7:30 a.m.
and yesterday was even flippin' worse.
or way mutha-flippin' better,
depending on how pressed for time and pressured by obligations
you actually like to be in a twenty four hour period...
and we were shorthanded by a factor of every single other artist at the studio!
one solo han solo getting snarky like a scruffy-looking pirate was all there was.
i do actually have a bad feeling about this.
this is what i woke up to this morning:
i'm for serious.
olive the dog is back in the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
and i thought she smelled bad on the outside...
just for the week,
and only because i'm a truckload of a lot nicer than i used to be.
i got a call at work that the scheduled dogsitter was sh!tting the bed
and that angsty dog attacks were about to go from phantom menace
to full-blown revenge of the sith, y'feel me?
....so i worked it out, from the discomfort of my tattoo chair.
what would a jedi have done?
so i've got my hairy sidekick,
who i swooped in and saved from certain sarlaac suckhole sh!ttiness,
and i'm reppin' millenium falcon-kessel run records in low low parsecs, son.
i'm moving fast and i'm searching my feelings, F*ers-
so let me just say, kids-
i'm one angry emotion away from lightning-striking finger-blasting,
because i dooku that freaky sh!t.
oh, stop it.
today is the day, y'all.
balance to the force is imminent,
because i'm huckin' torpedoes in holes no bigger than womprats.
satisfaction, companionship, optimism-
a warrior poet craves not these things;
never quiet, never soft.....