Da Blues.
I have been in a funk for a while now and I just can’t seem to give a flying fuck about anything.
This joint has gone to hell, I been slacking over at Fixer and Gordon’s, somebody else invited me to jump in at a new site they started and I just can’t get motivated, burn out, hit the fucking wall, I dunno.
I seriously need to muck out this fucking Rat Hole again and I could give a fuck about that too.
I don’t even catch up with my normal Blog surfing at the usual regulars.
I am due for some vacation after this next week and I am going to take it.I ain’t going any where and I ain’t doing anything, just going to vegetate.
You can expect some VERY light posting for a bit until I can shake this funk.
Thanks fer stopping by, I am through sniveling, here, enjoy a nice tune.
See ya.
July 27, 2008 at 3:36 pm |
C’mon, dude! Cheer the fuck up, motherfucker!!
July 27, 2008 at 4:21 pm |
Got a library near by? Read some silly, funny fiction, and laugh a little. It helps.
July 27, 2008 at 6:11 pm |
“In times of dexterity like this I recall the words of the
flounderfounder. Ukifa Heep, when he said…”ah who the fuck am I kidding, I wasn’t listening. There was beer and this friendly redhead just out of the women’s prison….
a fond memory of the wasted plains of Ioway.
July 28, 2008 at 12:04 am |
vacation? come on down for the help pack the pod party dood. sunday. f/bing ya the invite
July 28, 2008 at 10:29 am |
I know the feeling. Maybe we could start a new club for when that happens. Call it the Rats Ass Club (as in I don’t give a…).
July 28, 2008 at 2:29 pm |
Busted, sorry for your funk. Nice clip though.
For a deeper funk, I suggest you dig out your vinyl copy of Paul Butterfield’s Blues Band ‘East/West’ and spin ‘I’ve Got A Mind To Give Up Living’ a few times.
Get better soon . . . and GO somewhere. Fresh. With ocean air. Spend a night sleeping on a safe beach. Eat fresh shrimp, crab and mussels and clams with butter n garlic and lemon out of a black kettle off a wood fire. Roast some cheesy garlic bread on some artisan whole grain sourdough loaf. Drink white reisling’s till yer sleepy.
Come back soon as ya can . . . there’s a malaise in the blogosphere, it seems. Yer #2 of my favs with da funk in just a week.
July 28, 2008 at 5:06 pm |
yes, you must go somewhere. If your abode is getting too miserable, you will be more miserable. Ocean with ice cream cones sounds good.
July 29, 2008 at 5:28 am |
Listen to this: