Saturday, April 22, 2006

She's a brick. House
Mighty mighty, just lettin' it all hang out
The lady's stacked and that's a fact
Ain't holdin' nothin' back

Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down, shake it down, now.

-Jimi Hendrix had huge hands.

-LeBron is the Second Coming.

-The Antwaan Randle El Mariachi Band and Kathleen Turner Overdrive will be biggest concert tour of the 21st Century.

-Hands-free... legit.

-The Wave, rocking the free world.

-That's right.

-Hey, man, there's a beverage here.

-The Doodlebug has computer hacking skillz.

-That's right, Jerry.

-Pretty please. With sugar on top. Clean the fucking car.

-My niece is an angel.

-I know it was you, Fredo. You broke my heart. You broke my heart.

-Chest Rockwell? Best. Name. Ever.

-American Gothic.

-Makin' sweet moolah with Uncle Rico.

-Punch it, Chewie.

-Stephen's the name.

This is our concern, Dude.

Yes I am alone but then again I always was, as far back as I can tell
I think maybe it's because, because you were never really real to begin with

I just made you up to hurt myself
I just made you up to hurt myself
I just made you up to hurt myself, yeah
And I just made you up to hurt myself

And it worked!
Yes it did!

My digital music situation is a nearly unredeemable mess. iTunes hasn't functioned since Baxter died, despite multiple uninstallations and reinstallations, thereby banishing much of my music to an unreachable netherworld. Windows Media Player (which blows goats, lustily) can only access a mere 1038 songs, a paltry 5 gigs, a scant 66 hours worth of my collection, a robust 5000+ song, 45-days-long, 18 gigs, lurking somewhere ON THIS FUCKING HARD DRIVE.

(At this point, I am fervently wishing I was not such a technological idiot, with absolutely no trace of "savant.")

What's that you say?

Turn around and play a cd?

Egad, man, as a species, we've evolved beyond that.

Have a nice day.