The days of frustration continue, dearest reader.

Wrote a couple songs yesterday.  One’s an instrumental called “Nekid Pictures (of Your Mother).”  It is a dreadful song and shall never be played in public.  The other one is a children’s sing-along called “The Sun is Fucking Disgusting.”  I’m doubting it will see the light of day (kind of punny) ever either.

Which is keeping with the theme of this last week: I also started working on a screenplay for an absurd slasher movie, just for the hell of it.  Kind of a way to blow off steam, take a break from the other writing I’m doing, and as a bit of catharsis.  It is likely no fit for public consumption, so of course it is just sailing along.  if I was to focus exclusively on this little side show of a project, I could probably finish it in 3 days.  Of course;: work on something never meant to be read and it just hums right along…work on “the book I was meant to write” and the words trickle out one, then later another.  It’s crazy.  And frustrating.  And hopefully not pointless.

A reminder to California voters to vote Fuck No on Proposition 7.  It is evil and the triumph of sun-loving extroverts.
If it passes, fear not, dear reader: as stated the other day, Agenda Item #1 on the day after I assume power after the revolution is abolishing Daylight Saving Time.  Number 2  will void all driver’s licenses issued by the State of Oregon and ban all Oregonians from driving on any public thoroughfare.  Wanna know what # 3 is?  Hold on…I better have a belt of desk whiskey first.
Okay…the third thing I will do after assuming office the day after the revolution is to ban the use of an gasoline-powered yard maintenance equipment, including and especially lawn mowers, leaf blowers, chain saws, and wood chippers in all urban and suburban communities.  Farmers, ranchers, and cult leaders on their compounds out in the hinterlands can do whatever the hell they want.  But if you fire up one of those fucking leaf blowers within the city limits, you will be shot in the balls and then beaten with your own leaf blower.
An adviser has suggested that the beating might be a bit much, that being shot in the balls should be a sufficient deterrent, which is a perspective I’ve taken under consideration.  Whatever.  We’ll figure that out later.  For now, just vote Fuck No on 7.

N.P.: “Angel” – Massive Attack