I just wanted everybody to know I'm eating SpongeBob Cheez-Its now. I thought it was important to share. I feel like such a girl.

I've grown pretty bored with this blog
I wouldn't read it to my dog.
It needs a new gimmerick
like posting in limerick,
to give its charisma a jog.


I'm off on a Saturday Night.
I'm broke and the TV ain't right.
The Brit-TV re-runs
have given me the runs
that squirt cause my asshole is tight.


I bet that you think that it's funny
Because you have plenty of money,
You're out on a Date
while I sit here and wait
for a trip to the bowl that ain't runny.

I hope you're convulsing with laughter,
and you're happy to the ever after,
But if you think there's truth in
These poems I do within
my basement -I'm crazy?- You're Dafter.

Long Time, No See, Revisited.

Hello again. Half of the Susquehanna Valley is still flooded with the rains of Ivan, but I live on High Ground, in an Ivory Tower. All we got was a lot of wind and rain, and nicer, cooler sleeping weather as the high built in behind the system. If not for Mom and Dad letting me keep my aprtment in the basement, I might be in worse straits. I might have been living in the proverbial Van by the River. Well at least I would be in a new neighborhood now if that were the case.

Today my shampoo was jellied again for the first time in several months. That's a sure sign of cooler weather. I still wore shorts when I went out record shopping, though. I like how I look in shorts. Like a weird old guy in shorts. White ones. After Labor Day. Iconoclast.

If you want to see the kind of stuff I buy, visit my other blog:
http://bentrecords.blogspot.com

That's where I spend more time these days.