36 Rings!
Made it to 36! Fighting hard, each and every day.A couple years back on my birthday, I requested that every reader of these words leave a comment on the blog. Now, let's get something clear: I'm not requesting "Birthday Wishes" or any of that. More along the lines of, "Tell me who you are, and what you do!"Leave yer mark. Today, of all days!There's a lot of you reading this stuff day-to-day, and well, I sure am thankful for that, and, I'm always wondering about the people that I don't know, and who they are, and where they live, and just why the hell they keep coming back.It's my birthday, and I'll cry if I want to, and just might, and, I want you, esteemed reader, to leave a comment today. Too many commas.Let's break a record. Comment time, people. Get it going.- - - -JUST ABOUT THE NICEST GUYS YOU'D EVER MEET: Hot Snot USA!!! Go there right now and dig on the Midwest goodness all over their stuff. Minnesota, people, Minnesota! Then, while you are all glowing and shit, simmer down a bit and buy something from them. I met these guys at Design Camp 10 days ago and damned if they weren't super nicest fellas, and, with some serious skills to back it all up.YOU BETTER CLICK THIS LINK: "Small Towns Burn A Little Slower."They sent me a big ol' package complete with elk jerky, Gary snacks, meat spices and a shit pile of posters. The factory floor is going wild with this stuff.Hell, this one is my favorite from the whole mess, and will be on a wall somewhere in the house, at some point.Thanks, fellas. So good to meet you. I got some ideas. I'll be calling on yer skills very, very soon.- - - -MINNEAPOLIS, REPRESENT!: There's Ryno, that pile of fuck, enjoying the mosh pit at the Red Fang show at the Triple Rock a couple nights back. Look for the scoundrel in the DDC action hat. Yeah, him.- - - -RECOVERY COMES TO AMERICA: And there's some sensible words about the whole thing over on the Herman Miller site. Go America! (Thank you Katie Allen! Please grab Vin for me.)- - - -CANADA: KICKING OUR BUTTS IN 1969: Curling stamps from up north. Awesome.- - - -MY EARS ARE STILL RINGING: Yeah, those Butthole Surfers last night. Wild shit, man. Old tunes, even! They played a ton of stuff off the first couple albums. Gibby with the saxophone, and a shit-eating grin. Paul Leary's contorted face. King's white-eyed focus. Pinkus' pointy goatee beard thing. Good to see you guys up there, doing it. Thank you.I saw an x-ray of a girl...paassssing gaaaaaaaassssssss...- - - -ON THE PLAYER TODAY:01. Daddy Longhead — Cheetos02. Paul Leary - The History of Dogs03. Butthole Surfers - Piouhgd