Nation Building 101: Kiss My Grits!

Hi,

Today, when I get to the nunnery, I'm going to try to save the life of a woman I've never met's fish named after the woman who wrote the song the kids who are about to perform a different song on the Oscar's are singing.

In related news, you'll probably be either disappointed that I used so much butter on my grits or really jealous that nobody will ever cook you breakfast this good:

Okay, yeah, I guess you're right. It could use some colored vegetables. Looks like I'll be going on a date with Key Foods today! Anyway, I really didn't use that much butter today.

Oh, and speaking of grits ... Isn't modern civilization interesting?:

And speaking of all the banal trappings of modern civilization, since I don't really know what to do about the thing that this part of this sentence links to I'm just gonna head back over to ebay and buy a bunch of records from some guy in Brazil.

Mwah!

M

Space 101: Because I Don't Really Miss You Either, So There!

Hi,

Today I woke up super excited because I just knew there would be something good in the mail box when I walked my little happy feet down the six flights of stairs that don't bother me at all unless I'm carrying an 85lb. self-assemble dresser up said six flights of stairs. And lo! To my joy I knew that not only was I grateful to not be a state union employee in the state of Wisconsin, but that today would be the day that I would finally be the proud owner of my very own LP copy of the amzingly amazing self-titled album from the Stone Roses. And so I am. Thankful that I at least have the mp3 version still. You can see photos of it below ...

Someone needs to clue The Red Coats in to the "Fragile" sticker!!!!!

Fortunately I had the non sadness inducing appointment with TheMistyBoyceExperience to begin working on songs for her next album to help ease me into the rest of the day.

Mwah!

M

P.S. The Casey Shea "band" next lives out your dreams on March 11.

P.P.S. Anyone ever heard of Rockwood Music Hall?

P.P.P.S. Emma Goldman would, I suspect, at once be proud and feel the uncontrollable urge to gouge her own eyes out.

P.P.P.P.S. Or, maybe she'd just say: "Matthew, just be glad you were born a white male."

P.P.P.P.P.S. Assuming, that is, that we were having a conversation ...

P.P.P.P.P.P.S. But that's, unfortunately, impossible.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. And by "unfortunately", I mean ...

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. I can only assume she'd be a lot of "fun".

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. If you know what I mean ...