Friday, April 06, 2007
THIS WAY TO SALVATION
So this is the part where I complain about my busy life. But it's all a pretty happy busy: I'm getting married in July (Woo-Hoo!), and got into to grad school (Woo-Hoo!), I'm moving to a nicer, less-meth/identity theft crime-ridden city by the beach, no less (Woo-Hoo), I'm going to Europe for the first time in August on honeymoon (Woo-Hoo!), after 3 false starts, I've finally got a shiny new working laptop computer, which will be running Ubuntu-Linux on it and that backwards prolonged enema they call Microsoft Vista (Woo-Hoo!), and in two months I'll be done teaching the three history classes I've got this Spring (Hoo-Woo!). Whew! And that's why I couldn't take ten minutes out of my day to slap up an essay on the unparalleled virtues of disco shirts, amateur paintings, broken beer signs, Three Suns records, and other thrift store antiquities.
But now it's Spring Break and within the next few days I'll post some nice pics from the frontlines of the Slave-ation Army's and the Good-whales (just a little thrift store humor -- I know, very little). I'm well aware that nobody really cares if I blog or not (judging by the utter void of comments for my last post :( ) but, well I'm speaking to my loyal fan club, which probably consists of one sweaty dude with a case of OCD, insomnia and an unhealthy fetish for garage sales. The one who's reading this in his underwear at 4:33 AM. I'll call him "Arlo Ratoojay". See you next week, Arlo. I Promise.