tonight's the night.

today wasn't super remarkable.
the weather was fair, the temperature was average.
it wasn't profitable. i only did one tattoo all day.
it wasn't really even that enjoyable.
but tonight...
tonight was epic and excellent.
crisp clean night air,
incredible stratospheric ceiling visibility,
shooting stars and fast moving satellites,
and the ever-lovin' warmth of a hot fire.
while i was busy languishing through my hours of unproductive saucery,
our homeboy was helping himself to acres of manliness;
uncle steven cleared all kinds of stumps, sticks, branches, and brush.
he even mowed the sunovab!tchin' lawn.
so nice.
aaaand,
he prepped a whole pile of cedar balusters, posts, and pylons
for the new super woodsly waterproof airtight sap-saturated and sealed deck.
that lefts loads and loads of scrappy wood, scented like pure wizardly radness.
what did we doo-doo with all the leftovers?
we had the best smelling combustible goodness to date.
seriously,
it was like staying warm with magical incense.
we put the stink to it, ya'll.
that's how it happens up here.
so here's to uncle steven,
with our most sincere appreciation,
and his most active participation.
retaining relatives' relative worth and spanning time, my ninjas;
hot fire and lightning.
this is what every night should be like, ya'll.

is that the flaming ghost of my hair?
a scooby doo disguise?
a rhyming ancient mariner?

a rembrant reproduction?

my guess is it's an approximation of all of the above.

olive spends most of her time hoping that some animal,

any animal, even,
will show up for her to savagely tear and maim.
she goes routinely unrewarded, but her sprits remain high.
like all you democratic voters out there,
maybe magic results will appear if you just hope harder....

jess doing her best headless horror impression yet.

i swear i don't drink.

i just look like nick nolte's arrest photo purely by accident.

free chiminea.
free cedar wood.
livin' free,
or dyin' tryin'.
Folk Life & Liberty.

with the stink on it.

word up.

p.s. today makes 555 blog posts.

unlike in hollywood,

it's not an imaginary prefix,

calling out to nowhere.

it's the number of the beast, or his little brother, more likely,

calling out to all you warriors, poets, berserkers,

and real-life lovers and real-love lifers,

and it's all really happening;

never quiet, never soft.....