All I did yesterday was walk around downtown with my video camera going “My god! It would suck to be at work right now! Imagine those suckers who are stuck inside at a desk right now! I have to go to work tonight, and even that kind of sucks! Wow! I wish I never had to work again!”
I may never be wealthy, but at least I will be rich in sunshiney afternoons. Plus I own some wicked toys. God I love technology. Technology in the hands of the masses! The revolution has now begun.
Colour TV is playing at the Attic on Saturday night. We are last-minute additions, opening for a band called Shyne Factory. If you don’t show up, our audience will consist entirely of scantily-clad women smoking cigarettes, Liquor Dome-style. We’re going to burn the place down.
Last night I dreamed that I ordered poutine at a restaurant and it came with chicken in it. The guy apologized and said that normally they charge $17 for poutine with chicken in it, but since it was their mistake, he could let me have the “pouletine” for only $6. In my dream it was the yummiest thing I’d eaten all year. Now I can’t stop thinking about poutine with chicken in it.
I’ve been listening to nothing but old Skinny Puppy all week. Fuck you and your “music.”