Winding, Crooked Trails

Shared Expressions and Musings with a Connection to the Origin of Things and a Surly Hatred of Progress and Development along with a Churlish Resistance to all Popular Improvements (except for HDTV and Dolby 5:1 surround sound and maybe Books on CD) (thanks Ed)

Friday, July 29, 2005

OK boys and girls

I'm outta here. I have several guests lined up and feel free to comment at length (like you don't anyway) on your blogging experiences. Or your sexual experiences for that matter. Or both since they can sometimes be one and the same. Kinda.

I'll be in touch since I have the wonder phone. I think it's just fucking ducky that I can take a photo of something interesting, or not, and have it here within minutes. Fuckingducky I tell ya.

I need this trip and it will do you well also to have a vacation of sorts (not counting the road posting drivel) from my meandering mind fucking with you every day.

To those of you who helped put my week back together, well, I hope you already feel thanked, if not, I need to get better about that and I will, I promise. You just don't know how much you help, really.

If anything I post is bizarre (how will we tell Edge you say) it's most likely alcohol induced so cut me some slack, ok?

Again thanks for putting up with my alloverthemappedness and I'll see you in about a week.