In traditional Scottish style, we, um, slept through the New Years Eve whoop de do but now the New Year is here so that means one thing: ask Yevette if she could hack it if I record this late.
She affirmed she could so the fog machine is heating right now. I didn't miss anything as you know already all the cool stuff happens after midnight.
So ... we assume the ball dropped, the New Year really did arrive, and not one of the predicted terror events actually happened.
Only just awakened but there's a bit of time to get composed for it. Incense is burning, fogger is heating, cameras are in new positions, Galaxy Guitar is tuned.
We don't want too much smoke this time. The fogger is a powerful little gadget and it can blow smoke like a politician so the whole house was thick with it last time. Fortunately it's not like political smoke and it doesn't smell.
There's no need to tune to get to the vibe because it exists all the time. The fear is out there and they have fun with imaginary terror threats even though no-one has successfully predicted one yet but right here is the Sanctuary and no-one is bombing any damn thing here.
Previous scribes have gone through the vibe of it and I'm satisfied the song really does make sense even if you don't appreciate the concept of it. Who knows, maybe you just like being terrified better (larfs).
When those weird green bubbles come and you evaporate into the vacuum, wtf, it will be over in a millisecond, right. So maybe staying out there in it works for you ... maybe ... right up until the green bubbles come.
(Ed: dayum, you're stoned already?)
Nope ... but I will be momentarily.
If the vibe is right, the cameras cooperate, and the Great God Mescalito smiles, this could be the one. It's really, really bugged me that the last one came so close ... but didn't quite make it. There's no pressure from that but rather it's the sensation of the fish you were going to catch for dinner. In a way you kind of admire him for being clever enough to escape ... but you still don't got no fish to fry.
People all time talk about how the Bible tells of teaching a man to fish but Cat never told me that story. Instead when she had no money and her boy was hungry so she told him, come on, boy. We will go to the lake and catch dinner. So they did.
Cat has no fear. She's a walking Sanctuary already.
The fogger, in addition to being powerful, is also stupid and it has already started blowing some smoke but without being asked. It's a sign from the Great God Mescalito. What could it he be telling me.
(Ed: maybe he says get the hell on with it)
I do believe you're right, Mister Ed.
She affirmed she could so the fog machine is heating right now. I didn't miss anything as you know already all the cool stuff happens after midnight.
So ... we assume the ball dropped, the New Year really did arrive, and not one of the predicted terror events actually happened.
Only just awakened but there's a bit of time to get composed for it. Incense is burning, fogger is heating, cameras are in new positions, Galaxy Guitar is tuned.
We don't want too much smoke this time. The fogger is a powerful little gadget and it can blow smoke like a politician so the whole house was thick with it last time. Fortunately it's not like political smoke and it doesn't smell.
There's no need to tune to get to the vibe because it exists all the time. The fear is out there and they have fun with imaginary terror threats even though no-one has successfully predicted one yet but right here is the Sanctuary and no-one is bombing any damn thing here.
Previous scribes have gone through the vibe of it and I'm satisfied the song really does make sense even if you don't appreciate the concept of it. Who knows, maybe you just like being terrified better (larfs).
When those weird green bubbles come and you evaporate into the vacuum, wtf, it will be over in a millisecond, right. So maybe staying out there in it works for you ... maybe ... right up until the green bubbles come.
(Ed: dayum, you're stoned already?)
Nope ... but I will be momentarily.
If the vibe is right, the cameras cooperate, and the Great God Mescalito smiles, this could be the one. It's really, really bugged me that the last one came so close ... but didn't quite make it. There's no pressure from that but rather it's the sensation of the fish you were going to catch for dinner. In a way you kind of admire him for being clever enough to escape ... but you still don't got no fish to fry.
People all time talk about how the Bible tells of teaching a man to fish but Cat never told me that story. Instead when she had no money and her boy was hungry so she told him, come on, boy. We will go to the lake and catch dinner. So they did.
Cat has no fear. She's a walking Sanctuary already.
The fogger, in addition to being powerful, is also stupid and it has already started blowing some smoke but without being asked. It's a sign from the Great God Mescalito. What could it he be telling me.
(Ed: maybe he says get the hell on with it)
I do believe you're right, Mister Ed.
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