S Robertoan Strikes back

That's right the good time train is running through the station tonight, and what i could really use is a smokey wooden horn to blast a few good honks of pure blogaroo wisdom. Wisdom is a burr of a word, wouldn't you say.. it's like it needs an "e" on the end of it to give it the soft feel of truth.... I remember logging in... now I'm angry... not really, just disappointed in the lack of discipline... and then there is the word discipline which i know is "dis-cip-line" and not "dis-clip-line" but when you are in "dis-clip-line" and your self correcting blogger spell check gives you no options... well at least i forgot about that "I remember logging in" bull-shit i was quacking on... now i feel the hate again!

the idea is to stay in your element

My new element could be "Chatting"... i think, or at least to see clearly that my original idea behind email was what might have better been suited to the concept of chatting. Email has just too much natural authority that when it comes across an ill thought out violent threatening email... i know i know what you are all thinking out there in blogland, you fucking ass holes.. that was a joke... i know i really shouldn't swear... i should just delete and rethink... but i think we need to remember these moments in order to truly correct them. lets go back... i know i know what you are all thinking out there in blogland, you time wasting sissy snakes... son of a bitch i have forgotten the original train of thought... fucking fuck. I remember my man Jerry A'Hearn once told me about the sentance The fucking fridge is fucking fucked! Fuck gets a noun an adjective and a verb.

I had some interesting "chats" tonight, emails seem so permanent.

Imagine if you were in a band, and a band member sent out an alarming Email on the eve of a key gig, and that email exposed a gaping differential between the basic concept of "why the band even exists". Now perhaps if it was a chat you could just reply "OK sparkey you keep working on that one, but for tomorrow night, we will just do the stock set we had written on that paper that i have safely tucked away on our trusty duplication machine... you're a crazy guy but i love you."... then you would be wise to log out of your chat program.

I should go over some songs...