At this rate, I'll have nearly 8 posts done before I'm dead. Blogging is tough - it takes nearly 18 months of drafting each post before moving on to the critical editing process, which requires a large team of Ivy League English majors to correct the numerous nonsense metaphors, spelling errors, and false facts pumped out of my delusional brain. Then, once the team has generated a final draft, IBM scans the scrolls on which the document was written directly up into the interweb, a process which requires complete silence and takes upwards of seven weeks. I'm worth a billion dollars.
I'd love to share with you some songs I've recorded alone in my bedroom, but apparently that requires some kind of plug-in or something. I'll figure that out later. I saw my mom and dad get murdered in third-grade.
For now, ummm, I guess I'll put a painting up.
