I am a traveler. My mission: to drive through galaxies in search of life forms never before seen. My only nemesis: the Duchess of Hazard who transmits her distraction devices through such things as free cable and bathtubs of unusual sizes. When I finally submit my findings I will be sent home. Until then I will enjoy every alter universe I stumble upon and with them all the chicken rings and santana covers they have to offer. bye-bye. rs

Friday, November 11, 2005

Release the Emergency Hatch!


Oh dear me! I fear that something is the matter with Killah. He has been withdrawn and listening to loud and morose musicals from his sleeping quarters. I have taken to watching backlog episodes of Jenny Jones and Philip Donohue. Each one makes me cry just a little more and each one makes me get up and turn another lock on my front hatch. Do I need to send my sweet sweet little fish face to a boot camp? Jenny thinks I need to. She thinks there is no hope but to send him away to be emotionally sucked dry. It seems somewhat delightful, what with all the yelling and rosie faces pinched up. But hmmm. Was it something I did? It is probably all those video games he’s been tampering with…the media? The violence and treachery on those home make-over shows are enough to make someone abnormal.

It’s me you say?
You don’t even know me!

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Cat Naps in the Ape House


Monday, November 07, 2005

fish face killah did his taxes today, then went to band practice and wrote a song called plaid rock.