And away we go!

Zoom, zoom, zoom! It's true folks, we are in full throttle, flat out bug shit crazy wacky mode tonight! I guess you might say we have even gone ape. Jee whiz, sounds like I am trying to sell a used car back in the days of leisure suits and big cars, where funky was where it was at. So let's set the cruise controls for the heart of the sun and slip back into The 70s....If you don't like it, then get the funk out! Nixon was still fucking America in the ass with Kissenger's finger, groove was on the move, and Grass was the drug of choice for millions of everyday folks like you and me. Especially toward the end of that decade when it seemed the dry leafy goodness was on it's way to being decriminalized. We had great t.v. programs like The Gong Show and Soul Train, The Midnight Special and Wolfman Jack. Saturday morning cartoons were at the peak of insaity dementing the minds of the already warped. There was nothing like sitting in front of the picture box with a bowl of cereal and watching Loony Toons. Good times! Then, the Forces of Darkness stepped in and took away our chance at liberty within reason. Once again, those villains are rearing their ugly heads to crush the little guy, fuck the poor, and run this train into the narrow tunnel of their vision. I'll step down from the soapbox now and spin things in a new direction that is pretty interesting none the less. Every decade has seen it's own sense of style, art and feel of things reflective in that particular decade's drug culture and what substances were popular at the time. Think back to the 80's for example. All the bright colors, shocking hair dos, the music and many other things we look back on and make fun of.

The choice of many in the Pepsi Generation wasn't Pepsi. It was pure coke, straight from Columbia. The 90s, heroin, you got grunge. This Godforsaken decade, everyone for the most part is luded out on some sort of pill or another weather they truly need it or not. This is evident in the awful popular music scene. Are there people out there who actually enjoy a song on the radio when it is played six times in one hour? But, that is a conversation for another time. Let's step into the Way Back Machine and have Professor Peabody set the controls to the late 60s and explore the fashions of the time influenced by the Great Acid Wave. No one can argue that it was a groovy time for some. The ones who truly know could tell ya. I love clips of the B movies from that era, look them up, you might dig them. Well, I hope you have enjoyed this little history lesson, I am a professor and all, so I profess to be!

Weirdness is Afoot

At some point in out lives we must scratch some nonsense on a scrap of paper. Weather you are having a dullard day at your fabulous job, if you are lucky enough to have one, or sitting on hold for some lousy bill collector that called you and put you on hold in the first place so you can listen to an automated message that may or may not be that important. Sheesh. Anyhoo, it is indeed a fun time waster, oh wait, isn't there an app for that?

Rumors of my demise have been greatly rumored

Yes, it is true! I have returned to the bloggisphere!!! I am sorry I was absent for a long, long time.

Reason being is my mobile data device that has the capability to make a phone call, would not let me post on here. That was my main access to the internet. Also, I was suppose to start the stick figure comic series in here, but that plan didn't work out either. Upon reviewing the crude drawings, I noticed that my funny characters, Donovan and Chuck were merely the stoner stick version of a deranged Burt and Ernie. That and I had lots of trouble scanning the notebooks that I scribbled that garbage in. So this brings us back to now. I can assure you now that I will continue to bring you merth, wackyness, and sink to low levels of mediocrity for all of you deckhands and buttery rich visitors. Can you dig it?

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!!!!!!
Remember, when in the Borough of Shmeng, cash any check or money order at the local Sawtooth National Bank-1616 Fundsimal Blvd Walla Walla Washington 20026!

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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!!!