A message from The High Beezer Of Foolishness

Due to a surprising lack of creativity, sleep deprivation and a penchant for late night wackiness I will be doing what I can to up the ante on this farce of a blog. Love it or hate it, you can be sure it will be full of top quality mediocrity that you have come to expect from ol' puddin' brains here who's only purpose in life is to, as a hero of mine says, "mangle your medullas!" Woa ho beeeeeeeebaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!
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Weird but true!

Ever experienced a moment so weird you questioned your own sanity? Of course! I am sure everyone has at some point or another. I believe that they are more frequent than one may think. For instance, some time ago , I can't say how many moons, but you can dig it. I was visiting family and while siting on the sofa pretty well blew out, listening to my MP3 and writing. The song that was playing was from the Napoleon Dynamite soundtrack called Thrifty, from the scene where he is in the thrift store ogling a ninja weapon. By sheer chance, I looked up at the t.v. real quick and that movie was on as well as the same scene to which I was listening to the music! Talk about a strange timing freaky co-inky-dinky! I am sure stranger things have been known to happen. Like finding your keys in the fridge I guess. That would be weird.

Brain woes

You know your ass is tired when you fail not once but twice making a simple grilled cheese sangwich! Then you get booted out of the kitchen for waisting said cheese. Fuckin bummer man. The picture you see is the best way I could describe what was going through my head the second time I botched something that time tested always came out perfect no matter what. I must digress however. I just became a Father for the first time on Monday. So as rewarding as this experience is, true rest for me is a thing of the past. Perhaps when Little Dude is older, I will be able to resume a normal sleep schedule, but until that time long restful sleep will elude me. It is worth every minute though!

To ponder deep things.

Wouldn't be awesome to have your very own radio station, and be able to play whatever the fuck you wanted? If I could be involved in that strange venture, I would be hashin' out some classic B sides from some of the greatest bans ever, such as Rush, Pink Floyd, Iron Maiden and way too many to list really. The station would be known as WKNF -The Knife Deep cuts radio!!! Let it Bleed!! These days, the standard run of the mill stations rule the radio waves. Nationally syndicated shows,( go back to syndicating Dr. Demento damn it!) the same type of morning shows, and songs that are overplayed, songs that suck and a rare jem, just to keep you interested. I mean, do you ever hear The Trees by Rush on any of your radio stations? Never, they play about a handful of what is in the catalog. Damn shame too. Same goes with any great artist. After while the only new albums out are 'best of ' collections. It's even more lucritive when you are gone. Look at the Elvis Estate and The weird "gloved one" himself! (heee heee!) I think that the mothership came for them.( Caution, topic car is veering off course!) I seen a work of art recently that depicted Elvis in the backseat of a floating pink Caddy being piloted by two green outer space aliens! It was called-Elvis has left the Building. I feel like a dick, but I can't remember the artists name. If the small percentile chance happens that you sir are reading this, I truly apologize for forgetting, but, you know who you are. So yes, Elvis really was an alien. And so was Michael Jackson. There, I said it. The space lizards dwell among us. Sure it might not be true, but if it was would we even be allowed to know? (hmmmmmmm....) Alert! Topic car is back on course!) Well it was before I decided to be an imbecile and change my font just for, how you say... craps and ha ha's no? I guess this will have to do then. OK, what the fuck, it just corrected itself. Weird. Perhaps someone is trying to tell me something that the lizards know that I know so they want to let me know that they know that I know. Ya know? Ooooo, that would be just the most suttle way to do buisness right. All cloak and dagger like. I call shenanigans! I'll have none of their skulduggery! I will not subscribe to such preposterous madness!! Or will I? Buuuuaaahhhhahahahahahaha ha ha.....ha. Well for the sake of no more self embarrassment, I'll move right along back to the original tirade on pergressive rock classics. Just crawled inside of Alan Parson's Project- 'Tales of mystery and imagination' ( on vinyl, dig it!) great album to space out on. Can you dig it? Can you dig it? I said, Caaaaaann Yoooooo Diiiiiigg et!!!

Egad! What sorcery is this!?

This just in the spam-box-

Uncle too was in high spirits and far from being offended by the brothers and sisters laughter it could never enter his head that they might be laughing at his way of life he himself joined in the merriment.
Goodness gracious.

Seriously folks, I can't make this shit up. I f the first part of the message made any sort of sense, I would have diligently posted it for you, my adoring audience.

Now for some trivial trivia- In the 1966 Batman series, the bat-pole activation switch was located in a bust of a famous person. Who was it? William Shakespeare.

My advice-

When life is coming at ya in full force, and when chaos is king, just remember, everything will be just fine.