The Silas Deluxe Mac Cheese and Sweet Peas contains the four fundamental food groups, cheese and peas.
(Ed: that's two!)
My maths suck. That's why I went into programming. Let the computer figure it out. Humans have more important things to consider such as sex, drugs, and rock.
(Ed: eighties rock?)
Go away. We want the raw vitality of sixties garage rock since studio sound can be made with a computer and most of it sounds like it was.
Food seems to be staying put and maybe you think that's not much for food but it's a staple for po' folks although maybe without the sweet peas since they're what give the Silas deluxosity to the (cough) dish.
This has been one miserable bitch of a time and I can whine about that now since there seems to be slow improvement. There's no intention to write continuous medical updates since there's more stuff busted than that since, militarily speaking, 'my shit is weak.' (Some of you have heard that before and there's only one way I know to hear it)
I opened the subject and it sucks to let it drop so the update is there's slow improvement. This is not the first time in this game so I know the next step is trying to make some strength. It's a bitch, you have to be tough to be old, blah de blah (larfs).
To be old and poor means you're completely fucked so you better be tough (larfs some more).
The articles lately may have been more aggressive due to feeling so shitty but I think it's mostly because I don't have a good solution for dealing with the wasted heat from the Rock City. It's an interesting problem but, regrettably, not one with a solution as yet. There probably isn't even a sci fi answer for this one so think, Rockman.
Despite the aggression, Ithaka hasn't suffered for it since Ithaka has been enjoying big hits and more than for some weeks. There's no particular intention to continue although we may nominate Bob Guccione for President since his predilection for pussies makes him an obvious choice and no-one has pandered more of them than he as Guccione remains the once and future king of lad mag beaver shots.
Playboy was for men but Penthouse was clearly for masturbatory boys.
(Ed: is there any other kind?)
I seriously doubt it (larfs).
Note: getting big hits doesn't make me a dime but it's better that the articles elicit interest or why even bother.
The end result of the current campaign is to pick up my beloved Galaxy Guitar to start swinging her around again. That I can't just now is a heart-hurting bitch and of far more consequence to me than the illness which seeks to prevent it. My inspiration remains, as always, Paul Delph after he gave one killin' concert not too long before he died. You don't get much more bad ass than that as he needed people to help him stand when he was off-stage.
There's no thinking I'm in immediate danger of croakage although my cooking choices may do it (larfs).
The most beautiful guitar ever made. How can there even be any doubt about it. She's a Godin xtSA with MIDI Access. Beautiful and smart, finest kind.
Note: you can usually find one for a thousand dollars or less and that's not much more than a box stock Stratocaster (i.e. not the rip off signature models).
Did you ever hear of a collector paying half a million dollars for a signature guitar?
Right. Me either. Usually the high dollar guitars are from 1959, long before there were such affectations, as 1959 was an exceptional year for electric guitars.
(Ed: that's two!)
My maths suck. That's why I went into programming. Let the computer figure it out. Humans have more important things to consider such as sex, drugs, and rock.
(Ed: eighties rock?)
Go away. We want the raw vitality of sixties garage rock since studio sound can be made with a computer and most of it sounds like it was.
Food seems to be staying put and maybe you think that's not much for food but it's a staple for po' folks although maybe without the sweet peas since they're what give the Silas deluxosity to the (cough) dish.
This has been one miserable bitch of a time and I can whine about that now since there seems to be slow improvement. There's no intention to write continuous medical updates since there's more stuff busted than that since, militarily speaking, 'my shit is weak.' (Some of you have heard that before and there's only one way I know to hear it)
I opened the subject and it sucks to let it drop so the update is there's slow improvement. This is not the first time in this game so I know the next step is trying to make some strength. It's a bitch, you have to be tough to be old, blah de blah (larfs).
To be old and poor means you're completely fucked so you better be tough (larfs some more).
The articles lately may have been more aggressive due to feeling so shitty but I think it's mostly because I don't have a good solution for dealing with the wasted heat from the Rock City. It's an interesting problem but, regrettably, not one with a solution as yet. There probably isn't even a sci fi answer for this one so think, Rockman.
Despite the aggression, Ithaka hasn't suffered for it since Ithaka has been enjoying big hits and more than for some weeks. There's no particular intention to continue although we may nominate Bob Guccione for President since his predilection for pussies makes him an obvious choice and no-one has pandered more of them than he as Guccione remains the once and future king of lad mag beaver shots.
Playboy was for men but Penthouse was clearly for masturbatory boys.
(Ed: is there any other kind?)
I seriously doubt it (larfs).
Note: getting big hits doesn't make me a dime but it's better that the articles elicit interest or why even bother.
The end result of the current campaign is to pick up my beloved Galaxy Guitar to start swinging her around again. That I can't just now is a heart-hurting bitch and of far more consequence to me than the illness which seeks to prevent it. My inspiration remains, as always, Paul Delph after he gave one killin' concert not too long before he died. You don't get much more bad ass than that as he needed people to help him stand when he was off-stage.
There's no thinking I'm in immediate danger of croakage although my cooking choices may do it (larfs).
The most beautiful guitar ever made. How can there even be any doubt about it. She's a Godin xtSA with MIDI Access. Beautiful and smart, finest kind.
Note: you can usually find one for a thousand dollars or less and that's not much more than a box stock Stratocaster (i.e. not the rip off signature models).
Did you ever hear of a collector paying half a million dollars for a signature guitar?
Right. Me either. Usually the high dollar guitars are from 1959, long before there were such affectations, as 1959 was an exceptional year for electric guitars.
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