I know what you’re thinking: nothing ushers in a new year like a Spider-Man pillow that’s probably twenty years old by now. Hopefully it’ll be the year for random horrible bullshit to leave me alone for a while. I’d say it couldn’t possibly be as bad as the last bit of 2008 became, but then I’d probably jinx myself. So instead I’ll say, “Piss on you, 2008. You were good to me for a while, only to reveal your true machiavellian colours when I let my guard down. I won’t make that mistake again. Oh, wait…look at that! You’re gone! Have a nice trip to wherever it is you years go when you end, never to be experienced again. I hope you contract several painful STDs on your way there.”
I just about cracked ten thousand blog views on New Year’s day. That’s a funny little almost-milestone. Ten thousand hits is pretty small potatoes in the blogosphere at large, but for me that’s far, far beyond anything I thought this site/blog/thing would ever achieve, never mind in less than a year. I didn’t even imagine I would still be updating it this far along. To be sure, some months I haven’t had much to say, while other months I’ve posted useless random information every other day. But regardless of where my head is at, you know I’m always here for you. So come sit next to Johnny, light up your Popeye candy cigarette, and tell me all your troubles.
But seriously, I’d like to thank everyone who has been reading this thing and interacting with me here. You’ve made me feel like it really is worthwhile to have something that resembles a website — something I had serious doubts about for a long time — even if it still looks like Halloween around here and I’ve seriously toned down the profanity over the last little bit. What the fuck is up with that? I mean, shit, man. I don’t think it was even a conscious thing. It just happened. What a bunch of urine-marinated horseshit.
Dirty words! DIRTY WORDS! I still know how to type them. And you better believe I’ll keep singing them too.
New album coming soon. I’d say it should be airborne in about a week. Everything has been recorded/mixed/mastered and sequenced. I just need to get the inserts printed up and go through the whole folding-and-putting-jewel-cases-together dance again. And then I’ll hire a team of self-possessed donkeys to circulate the thing so I don’t have to do it myself. Eee-aww. I don’t know if you’ll dig the album, but I’ve been barhopping with it lately and we’ve been getting along alright. I tell you, you’re a good kid, new album. Even if you’re just spinning plastic, you smell pretty good to me. Now shake that frozen maraca and show me your stuff.