An interesting side-effect of the various things I was taking was the inspiration; for example, it occurred to me that no one had made an album of metal classics played on Glockenspiel, and that the perfect title for such an album would be “Rockenspiel!”.
In other news, I think I nicked an artery shaving this morning. Do we have arteries in our chins? I went through three bandaids on my drive in to work, and about two feet of toilet paper sitting in my office.
Yes… http://www.bartleby.com/107/illus508.html
Yep. that’s the one.
I’d buy it.
(The album, not the artery. Unless it was on an attractive special – say buy one Glockenspiel album, get one chin-artery free… I’ll go now.)
Some people I may or may not know tried some special brownies and other stuff and there was a big empty notebook and a few pens around so while they were high, apparently, they drew all sorts of doodles and wrote down all these fantastic ideas that made them all laugh really hard, so I’m told, and were just the funniest things ever. And it seems that when they read through their scribblings and looked at the drawings the next day they discovered that actually it was all very unfunny and a little bit racist and elitist and there might have been a few pictures of nazi rabbits. Or maybe I made all of that up, who knows.
My new favorite: Tramadol (which sounds downright Vonnegutian) + ibuprofen + bromelain + devil’s claw (tincture – like a shot of plum brandy, yum!). That + [http://www.wfmu.org/playlists/shows/23781 = good times, wo
Get Hasidic. Stop shaving.