new kazoo

It's been some time since I wrote anything for this thing. I have been writing, but for the magazine and before that I was having some difficulty coming up with things to write about. I'm still not having the most brilliant ideas. I won't claim that I ever had brilliant ideas but I rather liked the one about the owl and the well and the big tree that inverted into a well. That happens to be one of my personal favorites. But enough of that gibberish, we need to get to the real point of this post. Actually to tell you the truth this post has no real point. It doesn't even have a fake point. It has absolutely no point at all. Unless you consider periods points, which technically they are. Really since you are reading this on a computer the whole thing is points. Each pixel is an individual point. So this post is in reality full of points. I say screw those points, we need to find some mental point to fixate on. Otherwise the whole thing has been a giant waste of time. If you consider typing randomly for 3 min a giant waste of time. Some people think its not a waste of time at all. And others may even claim that despite it being a waste of time, it can by no means be referred to accurately as giant. But I can remedy that. If I just keep writing who knows how giant or even gargantuan I could make this. But then we still have to deal with the people who would claim it is no waste of time and rather a useful mental activity. To these people: 'I poo-poo you.' Yes I said it. This is a real and official poo-pooing. Be warned if you do not change your opinion I shall have to poo-poo you again. And I know you don't want to be double poo-pooed. Wait a second, now that I think about it I may have sided on the wrong side here. Do I really want to claim that I am wasting time. Maybe I should switch my opinion so that what I'm doing makes sense. No, that would make too much sense. I would much rather poo-poo those who try to help me. It's much less productive, and we can't let it out that I may support productivity. That could be disastrous for my career. Who knows what sort of crazed workaholic people might start thinking I am. I have enough trouble keeping up with the meager, I might go as far as to say nonexistent, workload that I have now. If people started expecting real work out of me, things could get tough. Who knows, I could turn into some drug crazed dope fiend, so twisted on speed and blow that I couldn't stop working even if I tried. And don't forget caffeine, that shit is much more powerful than commonly perceived. Sorry I just got a kazoo, can't write any more.

magazine33

I don't know if anyone actually reads this thing, and frankly I don't really care. So fuck you. I'm just kidding. I love you, if you're there. But that's not why I'm writing. Gotta do a bit of shameless promotion. So if you're reading this you shouldn't be. You should instead be reading my new magazine article in Magazine33. You can find it at http://magazine33.com/issue/october2009/article/let-s-go-honky-tonkin. Ok that is all.