I... I'm a new day rising
I'm a brand-new sky to hang the stars upon tonight
I love the Foo Fighters.
This is "Times Like These."
Listen and enjoy whilst ye peruse.
The Mitten does a halfway-decent version of it.
It's a pretty song.
Dave Grohl.
Respect.
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It's good to let people know you care.
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We here at The Dude Abides reserve full editorial discretion over the material contained herein. Company policy.
And why do we delete things?
Because the best part about building a sand castle is knocking it down.
And the best part about carving a pumpkin is smashing it after Halloween.
And the best part about smashing your head against a wall is stopping.
That's why.
Everything has a shelf life.
Part of me wants to blow this thing up.
Just pack up and leave.
But I won't.
Because I still like most of what I do here, and I know you do, too.
But mostly because I am a dirty pirate hooker.
I just told too many people.
That was dumb.
I have a compulsion when it comes to writing.
I have been doing this, in one form or another, for a long time.
And there is nothing wrong with that.
I just need another place to write certain thoughts, happenings and what-have-yous.
(Plus I really miss typing "fuck" every third word.)
And here at the Dude Abides, I can focus on my fictional rock band, the weather and pretty pictures of nature.
And listen to my Creedence tapes.
Enjoy your Thursday.
From now on, I think I am going to refuse to celebrate Wednesdays.
Screw it.
Wednesday?
Dead to me.
I am Jack's medulla oblongata.
I am Jack's raging bile duct.
Even the Mona Lisa's falling apart.
Fuck it, I'm out.
This is "Times Like These."
Listen and enjoy whilst ye peruse.
The Mitten does a halfway-decent version of it.
It's a pretty song.
Dave Grohl.
Respect.
--
--
It's good to let people know you care.
--
--
We here at The Dude Abides reserve full editorial discretion over the material contained herein. Company policy.
And why do we delete things?
Because the best part about building a sand castle is knocking it down.
And the best part about carving a pumpkin is smashing it after Halloween.
And the best part about smashing your head against a wall is stopping.
That's why.
Everything has a shelf life.
Part of me wants to blow this thing up.
Just pack up and leave.
But I won't.
Because I still like most of what I do here, and I know you do, too.
But mostly because I am a dirty pirate hooker.
I just told too many people.
That was dumb.
I have a compulsion when it comes to writing.
I have been doing this, in one form or another, for a long time.
And there is nothing wrong with that.
I just need another place to write certain thoughts, happenings and what-have-yous.
(Plus I really miss typing "fuck" every third word.)
And here at the Dude Abides, I can focus on my fictional rock band, the weather and pretty pictures of nature.
And listen to my Creedence tapes.
Enjoy your Thursday.
From now on, I think I am going to refuse to celebrate Wednesdays.
Screw it.
Wednesday?
Dead to me.
I am Jack's medulla oblongata.
I am Jack's raging bile duct.
Even the Mona Lisa's falling apart.
Fuck it, I'm out.