Well I had to dry my shoes over the heater for work tomorrow so it looks like I will be up for a little longer. Just enough time for a little update... But what does that mean... Is there such a thing as a little update... Doesn't every update hold the opportunity for a grand diversion into some fine place in the past when there was still more than a shallow pool of hope left. I mean, yes, I did I ever tell you about the guy who I tree planted with, who every so often, would go buzerk and chop a tree down with his planting shovel while screaming obscenities. It was usually the bugs that did it too him... Nothing like a nonstop mosquito attack to slowly wear down a soul.
On thing I have noticed is all of the religious Jesus loving blogs out there. Not that I have anything against Jesus lovers, because after all, I am Jesus.
A heavy statement for a late night, but there are those who recognize this to be true. Ultimately it is no big deal because mankind is too diseased with the love of money it give it's heart to me. I learned from last time that humans want to believe, they don't want to know. The time is coming soon.
Where was I... Oh yea I was enjoying a fit of rage from all of our yesterdays.
Though anger one finds the futility of fight. Love will bring us together once we have lost all of the agents of temptation.
Amen
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Monday, September 26, 2005
just to clear a few things up
A Microphone sits on the table, it's head pokes out from behind some headphones. Our hero is clearly out of ideas... but that's how you beat it. Talk about something and you may find a relevant distraction.
That Roger Dean Young dude called me yesterday afternoon to tell me we had a gig last night. We did OK, considering we, the Tin cup (the band that plays for Roger), hasn't seen any action for some time... except of course last week when Roger Dean Young played the Supper Show, but then it was Roadbed as the Tin Cup. Anyhoo... after the show I was walking back to my car and some people thanked me for the music... so that was good.
I feel I should address the fact that I made the paper for exposing my member during the Supper Show... you see IT WAS A BURLESQUE DANCE!
There glad to have cleared that one up.
In other news it's getting late and I have somebody hovering over my shoulder reading what I am writing which is totally distracting my ability to think of anything but snatching an Adam's apple out of a throat and feeding it to somebody.
Well that took care of that.. I'm all alone now... probably will be for some time.
I remember I was communicating with a woman through cyberspace. She had contacted me though the Roadbed website. She was a fan of the band, and of the chronicles I was writing at the time. I sent her a poem and then warned her that POETRY IS A JACKASS SPORT. She was a very pretty woman who seemed cool and intelligent and capable. Then I made a few bad jokes and sort of threatened to kill her shortly after admitting some drug use. Strange thing was that I never heard from her again... and then people started avoiding me... really weird.
Cyberspace can be a dangerous place when you send things without thinking
What might be funny, might not be funny on the other end of the wire
I don't think I can write a song right now... I need some mind focusing time
we will call that an update
That Roger Dean Young dude called me yesterday afternoon to tell me we had a gig last night. We did OK, considering we, the Tin cup (the band that plays for Roger), hasn't seen any action for some time... except of course last week when Roger Dean Young played the Supper Show, but then it was Roadbed as the Tin Cup. Anyhoo... after the show I was walking back to my car and some people thanked me for the music... so that was good.
I feel I should address the fact that I made the paper for exposing my member during the Supper Show... you see IT WAS A BURLESQUE DANCE!
There glad to have cleared that one up.
In other news it's getting late and I have somebody hovering over my shoulder reading what I am writing which is totally distracting my ability to think of anything but snatching an Adam's apple out of a throat and feeding it to somebody.
Well that took care of that.. I'm all alone now... probably will be for some time.
I remember I was communicating with a woman through cyberspace. She had contacted me though the Roadbed website. She was a fan of the band, and of the chronicles I was writing at the time. I sent her a poem and then warned her that POETRY IS A JACKASS SPORT. She was a very pretty woman who seemed cool and intelligent and capable. Then I made a few bad jokes and sort of threatened to kill her shortly after admitting some drug use. Strange thing was that I never heard from her again... and then people started avoiding me... really weird.
Cyberspace can be a dangerous place when you send things without thinking
What might be funny, might not be funny on the other end of the wire
I don't think I can write a song right now... I need some mind focusing time
we will call that an update
Saturday, September 24, 2005
Super Robertson Supper Show
The Supper Show... Or should I say the Super Robertson Supper Show. Probably better to go with the latter for the purposes of promotion and pure ridiculousness. "Ridiculousness"... What are the chances of spelling that bad boy right for a stugad in pajama's on a Saturday morning.
Who would have ever thought that it would come to this?
Never ask that question because it makes no good for "the motion of life". Philosophically and annoyingly true one could say that things haven't come to anything but are rather at a stage of the journey.
For example, if I were a Mule Hughes, which I am not, for I am a Super Robertson, then, I would muse more about missing an acoustic Roadbed show with Hobbs drumming and Simian singing than missing a puppet show and a street party. But if a Mule Hughes was a Super Robertson, which he is not, for he is a Mule Hughes, then the sentence structure in this whole paragraph may have worked out much less confusing.
But I was to talk today about the Super Robertson Supper Show. Then I got sidetracked into a little bit of the old "bone" Super Robertson logic that can produce some nuggets of irrelevant truth, if nothing else but fine art compared to the cookie cutter angst that has plagued modern music.
Really going of the deep end today... I apologize my brain is not working today... The thing to do is to delete and start again.
BUT THAT WOULD BE AGAINST THE ETHOS THAT THE CHRONICLES WERE FOUNDED UPON!
To a lesser extent The Super Robertson Supper show acknowledges those principles. For an hour show I like to go for 45 minutes of fine music and then take a little chance with something... Possibly an aerobics class, a Puppet show, a burlesque dance, a legion of flying Monkies Horn orchestra show, some standup comedy.. You get the picture. I think of it like this... For offering some fine music at a reasonable time 7:30 -8:30 PM, at a place where you can have a good dinner at a reasonable price (the Railway Club 679 Dunsmuir) and the whole show being for free. Then all you owe is to bear witness to what might happen.
Who would have ever thought that it would come to this?
Never ask that question because it makes no good for "the motion of life". Philosophically and annoyingly true one could say that things haven't come to anything but are rather at a stage of the journey.
For example, if I were a Mule Hughes, which I am not, for I am a Super Robertson, then, I would muse more about missing an acoustic Roadbed show with Hobbs drumming and Simian singing than missing a puppet show and a street party. But if a Mule Hughes was a Super Robertson, which he is not, for he is a Mule Hughes, then the sentence structure in this whole paragraph may have worked out much less confusing.
But I was to talk today about the Super Robertson Supper Show. Then I got sidetracked into a little bit of the old "bone" Super Robertson logic that can produce some nuggets of irrelevant truth, if nothing else but fine art compared to the cookie cutter angst that has plagued modern music.
Really going of the deep end today... I apologize my brain is not working today... The thing to do is to delete and start again.
BUT THAT WOULD BE AGAINST THE ETHOS THAT THE CHRONICLES WERE FOUNDED UPON!
To a lesser extent The Super Robertson Supper show acknowledges those principles. For an hour show I like to go for 45 minutes of fine music and then take a little chance with something... Possibly an aerobics class, a Puppet show, a burlesque dance, a legion of flying Monkies Horn orchestra show, some standup comedy.. You get the picture. I think of it like this... For offering some fine music at a reasonable time 7:30 -8:30 PM, at a place where you can have a good dinner at a reasonable price (the Railway Club 679 Dunsmuir) and the whole show being for free. Then all you owe is to bear witness to what might happen.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
My WB imitation
Canada's chief public health officer says a global flu pandemic could kill 50,000 Canadians.
"The question of how severe it is, when it comes -- that we don't know," Butler-Jones told The Canadian Press in an interview at the Canadian Public Health Association's annual meeting.
He went on to say that a flu pandemic might infect 30 to 40 per cent of the population during flu season, compared with the usual level of about five per cent.
Having so many people sick at the same time, he said, would have major economic and social impacts.
Public Health Minister Carolyn Bennett, who was also attending the conference, said Canada has adequate stocks of flu vaccine if such an emergency were to occur.
Except for the fact that once people have this flu, a vaccine is useless. Wasn't the point of this warning "one day this will happen regardless".
Which leaves us with the question? Is our health minister severely retarded, or is it just that a life in politics hyper trains an individual to just shit out the "oh we got it all under control" rhetoric.
Jesus, I feel like Willingdon Black posting my wry political commentary on a blog tucked away in the corner of cyberspace.
"The question of how severe it is, when it comes -- that we don't know," Butler-Jones told The Canadian Press in an interview at the Canadian Public Health Association's annual meeting.
He went on to say that a flu pandemic might infect 30 to 40 per cent of the population during flu season, compared with the usual level of about five per cent.
Having so many people sick at the same time, he said, would have major economic and social impacts.
Public Health Minister Carolyn Bennett, who was also attending the conference, said Canada has adequate stocks of flu vaccine if such an emergency were to occur.
Except for the fact that once people have this flu, a vaccine is useless. Wasn't the point of this warning "one day this will happen regardless".
Which leaves us with the question? Is our health minister severely retarded, or is it just that a life in politics hyper trains an individual to just shit out the "oh we got it all under control" rhetoric.
Jesus, I feel like Willingdon Black posting my wry political commentary on a blog tucked away in the corner of cyberspace.
Sunday, September 18, 2005
it is your destiny
Well there was another error that caused me much agony. I used Robertson as part of my username but spelt it Robertaon. This caused all kind of problems signing into this here blog. I came pretty close to calling the whole thing off and even considered smashing the damn computer.
But lets focus on other things rather than "the old rage behavior", even though rage behavior is one of my favorite things. I prefer when other people suffer rage behavior, and I get to just enjoy.
Ever see a hot head swing violently at a wasp flying by, thus angering the wasp, which in turn, presents the hot head with what we in the business call "a sting opportunity". The hot head goes mental once the sting occurs, and usually by then they are tired from swinging a fork (or other object) at the wasp. It was Uncle David who used a fork at our family picnic... He took 2 stings and sent the potato salad flying, and managed to soak his groin in beer... Which had the added affect of attracting more wasps. I am probably the only one in the family who looks back at that time as "one of the greatest dinner's of all time".
The philosophical question that is raised is this. Can you create an unpleasant destiny for yourself?
We know the answer is Indeed.
But lets focus on other things rather than "the old rage behavior", even though rage behavior is one of my favorite things. I prefer when other people suffer rage behavior, and I get to just enjoy.
Ever see a hot head swing violently at a wasp flying by, thus angering the wasp, which in turn, presents the hot head with what we in the business call "a sting opportunity". The hot head goes mental once the sting occurs, and usually by then they are tired from swinging a fork (or other object) at the wasp. It was Uncle David who used a fork at our family picnic... He took 2 stings and sent the potato salad flying, and managed to soak his groin in beer... Which had the added affect of attracting more wasps. I am probably the only one in the family who looks back at that time as "one of the greatest dinner's of all time".
The philosophical question that is raised is this. Can you create an unpleasant destiny for yourself?
We know the answer is Indeed.
Saturday, September 17, 2005
the first error
The first error is this one... While signing up for this blog I called the website SRCii, obviously meaning the super Robertson Chronicles 2. I meant to use two capitol letter I's, but the whole damn thing defaulted to two lower case I's.
Always a dark omen to go so wrong on your first step. Basically I am trying this new blog format because the old Super Robertson Chronicles was written in Dreamweaver, and as a result has some text transfer problems that came to light, as I attempted to put together a book about the whole damn thing.
Anyhoo we will try this one and see what destiny has in mind.
Always a dark omen to go so wrong on your first step. Basically I am trying this new blog format because the old Super Robertson Chronicles was written in Dreamweaver, and as a result has some text transfer problems that came to light, as I attempted to put together a book about the whole damn thing.
Anyhoo we will try this one and see what destiny has in mind.
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