"But ah'm not afraid of dyin'. Cause I know that when I get to heaven there are gonna be these wonderful trees, and ah'm gonna climb them. But you know what? Instead of leaves and flowers, those trees are gonna have fried eggs, and delicious Virginia ham, and big heaping bowls of biscuits and sausage gravy. And one day, Sammy, you're gonna meet me there, and we're gonna climb those breakfast trees together, and it's gonna be delicious and we're gonna be happy until the end of time."


Neil! Neil! It is YOU who have landed a small, yet pivotal, role in my DREAMS OF PINEAL FLUID!!!

Had to do it. It was mandated.

Fueled by a Magical Wok lunch, I spent most of the afternoon compiling Anna and Randy's correspondence from the Southern Hemisphere into a Blog for all to enjoy. As they are somewhat incommunicado at current, they don't actually know this yet. I'm waiting to link to the site until I get them set-up as admins, and get full content approval from them. In the meantime, if anyone has personal e-mails from them they'd like to post on the site as well, feel free to forward them to me. You can edit out anything that is personal, or nonsensical out of context, but I've found they tend to include great details of their trip in these personal messages as well. I'll date them retroactively, and when I get the word from A&R, we'll go live. I have posted all the mass e-mails I have received, so no need to send me those.

Yesterday, I learned the hard way if you stop climbing for a month, you get to suck all over again. Not that I ever stopped sucking, but I think I was starting to suck less. Here's hoping we can keep that Tuesday-Thursday thing rolling for the rest of the summer.

Happy 23 (again) to Mike H. You left your Colt 45 Malt Liquor at my house. I'm hurt.