2022 was fucken shit, and so thank God and I'm glad that's out of here!
It was launched off and away to some distance molten sphere far hotter than our wincing Sun.
It's 2023 and I feel better already!
(nobody will admit it though even when it happens all around them and before their very eyes.)
have added a lot of graphic re-designs on the main site and enjoying the re-emergence of milder days out in the land of the real outdoors. soppy grey melted slushiness has been appealing after the quick pass of ultra chills.
will be publishing some reviews comparing Campbells Chicken Pub Pot Pie soup to Progresso's Basil Tomato Soup with some exciting anecdotes and a real tale of suspense final verdict on which one truly is the victor.
Also I think considering getting a used woolen blanket might pay off better than a newly bought wool blanket. Given you wash it a great number of times before ever using it. For once: A pre owned one will unravel and clump less going through a cycle, and is more affordable. Unless, nixxing both options, you just find some huddle of sheep and sleep close and in the center.
There are no local news reports. I have been paying attention to humidity levels, just on the chance of wondering about string buzzing and the freak turnarounds of highs and lows weather-wise. because I traded out an old reso-backout for a spruce top which is a really wonderful yet extremely budget instrument. prolly best to keep those instruments unknown and untalked about so the prices don't get jacked up. but they play sweet and there's no excuse to ever get an expensive priced guitar again. have been playing with cutting out and placing new pick guards on.
This blog is a dredge and word soup. I'm not offended or flickered or bothered or bugged by it in any way, its okay.
I'm just sitting aback and penning down mentally humanity's sort of mass deluge which is weird, and freaky freaky. But its just another ride in the machine.
The water comes into the coast and there's some goodness and fine walks, and flashes of lightning flickering to show glimpses of a minimal vantage to a bigger picture.
I like song writing and folk lore. And don't want to be a public person very much it does turn out.
Regurgitating what you come to see and know and learn back out into the rest of the public isn't something of a well mannered or very accepted ideal with the Dogma spin cycle so very tightly whirling. The Truth is Trouble on a social collective level. But internally and without haste it is a welcoming and gentle and often comedic kind of refreshing process.
It takes jesters and figureheads and brainwashing aficionados to instill new rhythms and currents into the public mind and that's a real stoop with a huge chasm between the last step and the sidewalk.
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