Dude, I knew it was time to tear myself away from my 3-hrs...shoot--less sleep to log on here. The impetus was a PM I couldn't skip. That wasn't a dream, Ananth, though I am mighty flattered, yessir, ah aym, that I was a participant of Texas dimensions & Spaghetti-Western customs. No sir, ah have a daily custom to git on out of the corral on my mustang (the warm-blooded one) & shoot @ the sky, b'cause ahm a peaceful mayn. Yep, that's raght, pardner, ah maght lahk my guns, but ah jest use 'em to shoot @ paper or if some rattler or rabid critter is fixin' to attack.
WTF have ah done to merit someone in India who has never met me suffer through a dream in which ah gallop? Ah reckon 'tain't no way to explain it, 'cept maybe this Ananth honcho's jest being nahce.
I have a rockin' band at long last, so I'm either practicing w/them in my free tahm or practicing alone in my "free tahm." We're fixin' to start giggin' soon, if all goes well, yep. Startin' in April, sho loox thay way.
Oh, & work.... But ah love y'all. If'n ah haven't met ya, or, rather, "met" ya, that's okay. S'long as ya come in peace, I believe I do too.
YEEHAH.
p.s.: After a stint w/MySpace & various "nings," ahv decided ah ain't venturing into that virtual world of y'all Can See Me Now. Heck, news items in which I wuz involved in shape or form come up w/Google; this is Orwell's prophecy come true in every way. Don't let the snooper git ya! Fight the Power.
Okay I'm gonna go OT in the OT thread.
Last night after a long day I go to sleep and then I have a crazy dream.... I remember all of were bitching about Hill not being around and all of the sudden he rushes into the scene on a horse with a cowboy hat and a thick Texan accent, shooting bullets into the sky going heeeehaaaw! ...
Gosh my dreams are eccentric