Michael's Texas Embrace

Argh...

Well, last new year's I was terribly sick (virus, poop) and had to leave the wonderful new year's get-together I was at (sorry Dave!) and this new year's eve I am far from all my friends, and have not made new friends to hang out with because Texas people just aren't as cool. So happy new years to Tennessee! I miss you. *Sniff* I'll come back when my training is done! (or if I have to save you from space gangsters.)

Here is me and maggie's super-tacky christmas balcony. That glowing box in the middle is a cooler full of lights, and that concentrated glowing area on the right is our christmas house plant. Rock.

Blogging some pictures. Check out this cool place I discovered walking distance from my apartment, down in the Zilker Park Greenbelt. It's very pretty, and the water was crystal clear. whoosh.

Oh man, I'm so excited. Imagine this: the uncontested best, most rocking band of all time must build an album via the mail (and I'm not talking about a certain indie-electro-pop band), and they agree to not know what the other half of the song is about when they are each laying down vocals for the second half of the song. Is it a recipe for rock? I think so!

I've been going through the secret sweetness vaults, and found enough for a possible release, something to tide over those Sweetaniacs while the Sweet Bros. are on a hiatus imposed by law (and to a smaller degree, distance, I suppose. But mostly law. The government found us to be, in fact, too sweet.) At any rate, there are some gems in the rough in the top-secret archives. Mostly demos from the now-mythical "choose your own adventure cd" about a pig. But there are some other tracks that have been floating around, full of rock magic. Start saving your money.

I had a really strange dream last night, so strange I figure it's blogging material.

In my dream there was this spider, a little bigger than my hand, and it was hanging around the bed I was going to be sleeping in. And I just knew it was going to bite me when I went to sleep and make me sick, and I didn't really want a huge spider hanging around my bed anyway, so I was chasing it around trying to squash it (or crush it, I guess). This thing was fast! Let me tell you. It was really fast and super-freaky.

So I'm chasing this freako spider around, trying not to get bitten in the process, and this sickly-looking cat shows up, and the spider runs over to the cat and climbs into the cat's ass, which was also very freaky. So I pick up this cat, and it's really thin and it's skin is sort of saggy (which is gross) and I think that I should probably kill cat, I mean, it's obviously sick, and it has a really big spider in the back end of its digestive system, and who knows how good that is for it, and the spider is obviously not a normal spider, this cat is in trouble, etc. But, I can't just whack the cat with a book like I was going to do to the spider, and killing a cat seems different than killing a giant spider. So I can't bring myself to ice the cat. I carry it outside instead, and sit it on the front lawn. I go back in and lock the door, and hope that the cat leaves before the spider gets back out and finds a way in the house.

That was the end of the dream.

Is everybody starting to think about their year end lists? I expect each of you to turn in a list of the best albums, songs, and movies of 2004. For extra credit, predict what will be hot in 2005.

"When you need sticky buns, make them.
When you want a little puddle,
having the enjoyment of making
is the part of the puddle that is best."

Are you a bubble-blowing double-baby? You better find out, and go see this movie.