I ain’t met the motherfucker who can do that yet

So there it is. I had 2 goals this weekend and accomplished neither of them. You know you suck when one of your goals is to play video games and you can’t even handle getting that done. I did manage to buy a grey and pink argyle sweater from Banana Republic, which is awesome, just not something that was necessary.

I did manage to get my bindings from eBay, and they were legit. This now means I have a setup that is just in general way too good for me. This makes me want to go riding, and hopefully I can get this accomplished in the next 4 months. Hopefully.

I have been listening to a bunch of my bands old songs lately and I do have to tell you, Alvin was a deadly song writer. I think had I been better at bass, and Dave a little more lively on drums we could have done bigger things. Oh, and if Alvin would have stopped dropping acid prior to our shows. That woud have been sweet.

Today is Robbie Burns’ day, so in honor of it I am seeking out haggis for supper and leaving you assholes with one of my favourite Burns’ poems (I was going to do MacPherson’s Farewell, but it was too long. Look it up.)

Apology For Declining An Invitation To Dine
No more of your guests, be they titled or not,
And cookery the first in the nation;
Who is proof to thy personal converse and wit,
Is proof to all other temptation.