And We Shall March

I dreamt that I was perched atop a throne of human skulls / On a cliff above the ocean, howling wind and shrieking seagulls / And the dream went on forever, one single static frame / Sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name

From the annals of A Slightly Reconstructed Exchange Of A Conversation That Happened Not Too Long Ago.

BGF: So, she said you can come to the gathering!

The Man: That's great!

BGF: Yup.

The Man: Anything I should know?

BGF: Nah. They're awesome people. I mean, they said you can come simply on my say so and they have no idea who you are. Oh! She said they are going to Rigorously Evaluate you, just so you know.

The Man: Which means if they don't like me --

BGF: You're doomed. Their opinion carries lots of weight.

The Man: ...

BGF: But, you know, no pressure or anything. You'll be fine. Just be yourself.

The Man: What am I supposed to say? "Hi. I don't know you, I'm just here to sleep with Pam?"

BGF: YES. SAY THAT. SAY THAT EXACTLY.

And that's pretty much all I'm going to say about this particular situation, as I prefer to keep my Godless Hussying activities not so much all out in the street, and also I'm still deep into the super-important work of organizing my Mountain Goats files (who, by the way, !!! are coming to Los Angeles on June 23 !!!!).

But I do have a new category here on the homeport, just in case.

Heh.

 

Conversations With The Man - Michael Bay Edition

The Man: Have you ever seen a Transformers trailer you didn't think was awesome?

Me: Already you're trying to break us up???

I'm taking my panties and going home to my cat! My cat understands! My cat doesn't judge me!!!

 

Related, And Submitted Without Comment (Except To Say It's A Replica 1851 Colt Cuz I Can't Afford A Real One)

 

It's a precisely accurate replica of the gun of Wild Bill Hickok, with the exception that I chose the nickle-plated option over brushed steel because I like Shiny Things.

It does not fire. It's a prop. Which, I gotta admit, kinda sucks but maybe that's for the best.

And you smile as you ease the gun from my hand / And i'm frozen with joy right where I stand / The world throws its light underneath your hair / Forty miles from Atlanta, this is nowhere

Yeah. Another video link. We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause ... but on the other hand this is my homeport and I don't give a fuck, actually.

Sorry.

Sort of.