chicken-bucket-head-man rocks... no, really...

just found this, and had to add it to the blog:

speechless. just... speechless.

 does anyone know who this is, really? does anyone care enough to go find out?

i do. Of course i do. it's my modus operandi, my raison d'etre... i research everything. i climb the mountain because it's there. i ask the nasty question: "who the hell is this guy and why the fuck does he dress like that?"

turns out this is buckethead, aka brian patrick carroll. "he has been voted number 8 on a list in GuitarOne magazine of the "top 20 greatest guitar shredders of all time"... proof positive that you can't judge a guitarist by his/her featureless white mask and kentucky fried chicken bucket hat. sometimes people do crazy shit because they're JUST THAT GOOD.

Of course, i can't use that excuse, but hey, it does work for some people.

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things are weird, as always. i sure hope there's a meaning to what i'm going through, because if all i'm doing is just spinning my wheels and wasting my time on earth, then damn, am i ever going to have words with mama goddess when i get up to the great big sustainable-permaculture-family-farm-hippy-commune in the sky.

my whatever's son is visiting - right now he, his girlfriend and his girlfriend's daughter are all out in the pool messing around.

my daughter is out with my niece calla, grandma and grandpa. they're at gilroy gardens for the day. i didn't even bother to ask to go with them, nevermind the fact that i don't get to see my daughter for more than a few hours every two weeks...

i decided that today would be a writing day. i have indeed done some writing, though mostly just of the "reading over old stuff and rewriting" kind of writing.

i desperately need to get crackin' on the rhav story, because that's the closest to being done and it's book-length, which is the next hurdle i need to get over. sell a book, dammit ericka, sell a book!

i've been given an eviction notice. it's not the end of the world, though it felt like it at the time.

oh woe is me... *looking around for tiny violin*

of course, it ain't snowing here. it just doesn't snow here. i don't have to be out until dec 31st of this year, and really, that's a good long time to have to figure shit out, but still...

right now it just doesn't seem real. i'm sure as soon as the weather starts getting cooler, it'll start to become a whole lot more real.

sell a book, ericka... sell a book...