Well ahoy mateys and welcome aboard. You’ll excuse my last post for its nonsensical prattling but I had injested an entire tube of woodglue and was already sitting in front of the computer so I figured why not? Right? If you’re finding my postmodernistic stream of conscious juxtaposition pleasing for your peepers then saddle up partner, it’s Wabbit Season. So, I’m feeling a little foggy this morning, I’m sure you care, so why not learn this whole link thing by sending you to some comic book movie trailers, one for I Am Legend and here’s one for 30 Days of Night.
… Reflections on a hazy afternoon, always seem to be late to the party, but lunch was thoroughly enjoyable. Stepped into a local dive bar known by the ex-pats as Tin Horn Flats, the kind of place you’d find sawdust on the floor and a fresh draft in your pint glass, which speaking of links, this one’s for you fellow geeks. Anyway, some dofus brought his 1 year old toddler into the bar, which despite my appreciation for pop characters like Nate Fischer, come on, a bar full of drunks in the middle of the day is a bit of a firehose of information for a young child. Excuse the lack of flowery sesquipedilions, four glasses of Stella will do that to your brain…on top of the half bottle of Sailor Jerry’s I had for a nightcap at my friend’s place the night before.
