Flip on the telly, wrestle with Jimmy

I have been absent from this blog.



Sorry for that, because, you know, when I put my mind to it, I am pretty good at it.



Right now, I am icing my knee in bed. My cat is laying across my feet.



I really love my cat. I've had her since she was six weeks old. She is almost 13 now.



Here is the current state of the Boogie Station:



Yes, that is a leather fringe on the drum stool.



That's how we roll here in Bozangeles.



The Count Chocula suit is ready to go, like Batman's suit.



I need a red phone from the Boogie Station into the house, and a butler named Alfred.



And, while we're at it, a Batpole would be pretty cool, in case I was in a hurry to get to the garage.



That VV is some friiiied chicken, yo.



You better have a subtle wrist.



I sent another snowboard to the graveyard. Blew the edge out and had to get another one.











That's gonna have to do.