Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Go shorty
It's your birfday

Yes, it's my birfday.

I age like a fine wine, except I get a little dumberer with each passing day.

Go ahead, sniff that bouquet.

There are some balloons over there, and Antuan gave me a call already this morning.

As per usual, it is overcast, chilly and ominous outside.

Stanette's parents arrived yesterday, and her mom did up some homemade, southern fried chicken. Wow. It was g-u-d.

On an unrelated note, I am one day older than Brett Favre. (And, in case any D-1 coaches are reading this, I have all four years of my college eligibility remaining and I am a five-tool threat. No wait, I am a five-theat tool. Or something.)

I am 364 days younger than Carp, whose birthday is tomorrow. Happy Birthday, Carp.

EJ- I haven't been taking pictures lately, but I will try to get back into it. I have been taking some videos of The Mitten- Unplugged, but by request of the band, I cannot share them with you, the unwashed masses. We feel that by making our music available for free online, it will cut into the ticket sales for all the shows we haven't booked, and that sales of the album we won't record will plummet.

We've worked out a pretty sweet version of Better Man, if I may say so, as well as a cool acoustic version of 867-5309 (Jenny).

Anyway, peace to the east. My best to the west. A shout-out to 'Sconi. Hey to all the hosers in Canada.

And my sincerest gratitude to the deep south for all the love and fried chicken you've brought into my life this last year.