Actually, I got 'em all cut.

Yo. I'm actually at work right now, about to start my shift. Didn't get a chance to throw down this Place holder earlier. Went and got a hair cut today, ran some errands. (Basically, I look more like my picture now. Whatever.)

I'll see if I have anything more to say later, or maybe we'll see some video. Who knows?

The suspense is killing you, innit?

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It's almost 3:30AM, an' I Just got home. Fucking exhausted. Got my ass kicked tonight; I haven't found myself that far in "The Weeds" in...I don't know how long. Not fun. Oh well. Happens. Gonna take care of a couple things, (Check my WoW Auctions) and crash it.

These guys came up in conversation a couple of times tonight. I guess I was waiting on Bad Religion's Pediatrician tonight. I dubbed him the "Punk Rock Baby Doc." He dug that. It was his birthday. My friend Jason and I had been talking about the band just before the table sat.

Anyway, Bad religion from back in the day, circa 1984:



Later.

Mt. Saint Helen's Day.

Today was Mount Saint Helens' Day. I bet you had no fucking idea, did you? Unless, maybe, you live in the Northwest, and even then, probably fucking not.

We had just moved to Oregon when the fucking Mountain blew up, I was just a kid. I remember I woke up and looked outside, everything was covered in light grey ash, and I thought it had snowed..

I knew Oregon was going to be colder than California, but this was ridiculous.

"Did it snow? What? Ash? What do you mean it's Ash? A WHAT? A Volcano Erupted? Are you kidding me? I thought Volcanoes were in Hawaii..." Were the hell do we live now? Rains all the damn time, the beaches are rocky, cold and hurt your feet, and they got fucking Volcanoes? You gotta be fucking kidding me.

These were my ten year old thoughts on the matter, I remember it pretty clearly. Happy Mount St. Helens' Day. Where were you when the Mountain Blew?