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It's Snot Me

we know of an ancient radiation.
that haunts dismembered constellations,
a faintly glimmering radio station.
while frank sinatra sings stormy weather,
the flies and spiders get along together,
cobwebs fall on an old skipping record.

"Frank Sinatra," Cake. would seem the runaway mucous production has started again. I think that will have to be one of my production companies, Runaway Mucous Productions--maybe for the cheesy horror/sci-fi movies that will inevitably get made by me :-)

I finished the video for Tommy's basketball season last night (and stayed up way too late burning copies for eveyone on the team and the other 8 people that we know will want a copy).

In other news, I started the Microsoft 70-290 course-quite possibly the hardest of all Microsoft courses on my way to the MCSA that I'm trying to get. Work's paying for it, so that's cool. But it looks like it could be tough. I haven't been in a education mode (like real classes) for about 8 years or so. So, it should be interesting.

I am also happy to say that today is 1/2 price day at the thrift store, so with any luck there will be some good comedy gold tonight. In additional to some clothes for the family, I'm also going to incorporate a couple 'secret shopper items' that I'll be looking for. Namely vintage star wars swag, a turkey baster and something that's AS SEEN ON TV. Wish me luck. I think it's also time to re-certify the store for it's CSD certificate. order to qualify for 'kick ass' thrift store status, there must be at least one copy of Lionel Richie's "Can't Slow Down" in some way shape or form. This insures that the quality of good used shite is up to my high standards.

I've also been kicking around the idea of starting a podcast/internet radio show. The premise is simple....take one of the albums from my shelf of a side one in its a little side two in its a little more. Or maybe only play one side from 2 different albums. Not sure how it's all going to pan out yet. And I'd like to also have guests on the show. Maybe make it weekly (or bi-weekly, not sure yet). The guests could come about the album...first time they heard it...significance...that kind of thing. I've got a list of about 6 or 7 people that I'd want to have on the show (people I dig talking about music with...that kind of thing).

I don't know when this is going to happen, but I have carved out my niche in the blogoshpere for it

There's nothing there right now but a shell, so don't go expecting too much.I might try to get the first post up this weekend. We'll see how that shakes out.

And that's about all I got for now. I need to get back to work. So I'm gonna.


Darrin said…
You know you can count on me for being a guest on your show and informing you of the connection between Duran Duran and Arcadia. :-P
Todd S. said…
I was hoping you'd be a regular guest!! :-)

The technology's just too easy now to not have fun like this. I may never be a DJ on the radio, but with this podcasting shite, it's the next best thing. :-)

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