Birthday Forced The Jake Right Out

Yesterday I threw this huge birthday bash for my buddy Jake, but no one came, not even Jake. Potty Jake Birthday Break.
He missed the rock concert I played for him and everything too!

Jake’s B-Day Pooty Brick Extrabagba!




If you ever have to choose between “From Dusk Till Dawn 2” and “From Dusk Till Dawn 3” I strongly recommend #2, #3’s got nothing on it.


Pretty Worthless

“Pretty Worthless”
by The Michael Tabors
from “Our Country That Is Called Austria”


I Want 2 GitHi!!!!! by Cypraal Hlll

Performed and edited TONASTILLY sobre, man!!!!! Hand to Gall! An influenced fellow would know better than to try it at all, I ‘spect.

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Pattrens… of SLEPP!!!


Wow, 3 mornings in a row I wake up 2-3 hours earlier than usual from a pain in my shoulder, but after I’ve been up for a little bit it feels fine. Wouldn’t even be a problem except I can’t get enough sleep. Issa dandest thign! feels so fine if your stannig up, but herts liek a tateraid if yugh lie down r to long. ! ! ! .



So, roommate Tabey n14807319_30782411_6221.jpgdisappeared pretty much for real this morning, off to Delaware, Minnindiana to work at the Wheatcliffe factory, I believe. Most of his mass is still here, but his bed and laptop and other entertainment products are mostly gone, and I have a feeling he won’t be pinin’ for big ol’ broken chairs and stuff too fiercely. He’s been my main man collaboratively for video and theatre and music and such the past couple years, and now suddenly… POOFT-AH! Gone. …Leaves a min-pin at a loss for words, lil bit. Glad I can at least take some comfort in the pleasant if somewhat haphazard birth of The Jubi Show. It’ll be cool fun for all, I hope. (…Not to imply that “Jubi Show” is taking your place at all, Michael, just to say that, well, I don’t know, I guess that it is that your exit was so… swift and unexpected and… disorienting, that, well, you know, well, it’s just, in a sense, I guess a way to feel better now is, a person could think of it as: “Jubi Show” fun is going to have to take the place of where all that Michael Tabor fun used to be.)

In other newds!!!
I can’t believe to say it, but there’s actually a brand new rokk ndad rowl compact disc that I think is quite good to listen to and does quite properly “rowk oot” and “sound neet”!!! BUTT HAY: thassjuss smmeeee!!!!
Traditionally, I’m not even that big a White Stripes fan (really really skinny, bout 6’1″), I’m all, “I like them fine. They’re ugly and Jack seems like a AAA-hole! and their songs sound the same as the other of their songs, but sometimes I like to hear them.” This one, though, for some reason, I get all down to it (though I only got it yesterday, so I can’t guess for Staying Powers). Wasn’t expecting to like it especially, since I’ve uniformly hated most of the other new music I’ve gotten lately. What hey-O! Like it I did. For ME it brought: Nice, simple, well-mixed production; some of my favorite little “solos” and “”licks” ‘”I’ve heard Jack White play; by far my favorite Meg White vocals on a White Stripeys album — mostly backing vocals, which I personally like a lot better than the couple times she’s taken lead in the past — but then there’s also the weird spoken-word-over-bag-pipes-and-fiddles noise-collage song… which, against my better judgement, I pretty much love. And elsewhere on the record, other bits of unexpected experimentation pretty consistently rub me the right way as well, to my continued surprise. Even the super-fuled mariachi trumpets on “Conquest” work out for me. So, well… fucgk yeah, The White Stripes! Thanks for making a new rock musical album that I enjoy to listen to!

ANNand!!! odd as it may BE! There is even MORE music I just now decided to listen to and ended up liking more than expectood! This “thingyis”, uhm, this “stuffed” might not be so-brand-new like White Strips, but ‘snew to MEEE OKAAAYY? OK OK?


I haven’t listened very close, and some of the lyrics are already putting me off a bit, but the songs are real catchy-like, and she sings nice, and the music is crafted more, um, like, interesting and stufff…. than wiff a lot of music.
(I’m trying to not learn anything about her though, on account of her publicity photos look right silly… ‘cept this AWESOME shot I was lucky enough to finddit! TouchDONN!!!)


Do feel more like the tall heart or the wide heart? I feel more like the tall heart.


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Brokey brokey broke


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instant surprise


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scummy gummy

Cruel and fickle world! Why do you taunt me so? Well stop it, ya fuck!
Yesterday I went to three whole parties. A new world’s record for most parties I went to yesterday!!! This is not me bragging, though, this is the set up for some more hard-core complaining.
Party #1: A graduation party for my sister’s husband’s kid. Don’t really know him, but I wanted to put in an appearance, cuz I’m trying to take a more active role in the Mighty Weird Adventures of My Mighty Weird Family. The festivities were like 20 miles away, but my nephew Dustin lives in I.C. and was good enough to pick me up on his way out there. I was, as expected, thoroughly out of place among the rural Iowan crowd. Which is fine, and it was amusing that my uncanny ability to clear out any section at any party, just by sitting quietly, held true: even if I happened to be sitting at the picnic tables in the garage where all the food and beverages were (I may be exaggerating my effect on things here a bit; but just a bit). Anyways, it was nice to see my sisters and (some of) their kids, and there were a couple dogs around who I liked (I don’t generally like dogs much at all, so I guess TWO is pretty good). The main problem was just, you know, if somebody’s your ride you’re pretty much at their mercy. Especially if they’re your 20 mile ride. And sitting around at a graduation party in Tiny Town, IA for 3 hours is, to me anyway, a really, really long time. But I don’t wanna gripe too awful much (yet): it was nice of my nephew to tote his man-child of an uncle around, and it was nice to have some actual conversations with the lad on the way there and back; hadn’t really gotten the chance to talk to him in mega-ages. But, yeah, party #1 did leave me absolutely exhausted and weakened for the time spent at…
Party #2: This was a booze and food party that Tabey had been invited to. It was at a dude’s house we both know a bit, but I’m told it wasn’t really his party, he was just letting it be held at his house… I guess. Whatever. Anyway, I was pretty much dead on my feet, and the only reason I had any interest at all in going was that it had been suggested I might be able to get some relief. Nope. Nope, nope, nope. Couldn’t, didn’t, haven’t. Here’s a hypothetical for you: what if you had some lame-ass condition no doctors could diagnose that pretty much left you, on a good day, feeling like a piece of shit, and on a bad day, left you absolutely crippled and immobilized by pain? And, just for kicks, let’s say that the ONLY motherfucking thing you’ve been able to find that successfully provides fairly consistent relief is that one forbidden plant everybody always talks about. The one the hippies like and the shit-head asshole government regime hates. Pisses me the fuck off to no end. I mean, I’m all for the hippies being allowed to smoke it and listen to jam bands and hug and everything, but honestly, nearer and dearer to my heart currently is the fact that it can, godFUCKINdammit, be a safe and effective form of pain management for lots of people dealing with some really, really nasty shit. Fuck you, you stupid, stupid, stupid government. Go pulverize your stupid government liver and incinerate your dumbass government lungs, dipshit son of a butthole motherfucker. And speaking of liver-pulverizing (not to mention hypocrisy)…
Party #3: This me and my friends went to directly after #2. There were only 3 people there when we arrived, and I’m not sure if you can have 3 people qualify as a party or not. No matter, though, seeing as how I hate crowds… and people in general… and these 3 people I actually knew and liked, so really that’s pretty ideal, right? Normally I’m sure I would have enjoyed myself fine, but by this point I was totally feeling like a throbbing mass of raw nerves and bile and I just wanted to be unconscious. I laid on the floor and sweated and despaired for… I have no idea, actually. An hour or two? Meanwhile, the girls gave the boys make-overs and everybody had a silly good time (not me of course, and not Alyssa, either: she was having ailments of her own). But then eventually, and quite unexpectedly, I suddenly started to feel OK. Naturally, I immediately took this a my cue to start drinking. I’m not usually a fan of the stuff particularly, and I’m not really supposed to have much of any liquor, on account of my meds are bad enough for my liver on their own. But you know the routine: long, frustrating day, overall sense of hopelessness — I bet imbibing some government-sanctioned poison will do the trick! And I guess it did, in its own sickly, desperate, all-too-fleeting way. Happy happy happy. All’s well that ends well. I be sarcasm, Chaz! Yngh.


I don’t have to prove that I am creative. ! .I don’t have to prove that I am “Quirky!GroundbakingNewd!exCitngh11112!”

Sometimesa lil fella like me stays up way too late, “Mucking About”, or maybe sometimes “Piddling Around”. Ummm. Sometimes he do it a lot more, now that he has a shnanky new computer with fitzzy new software to “Fukc Around With” ad nauseam. But, then other times, to make up for it? Well maybe he get a CHUNK load-a sleep, Like, fer examples, maybe 12 hours one night, and then a 2 hour nap later in the day. Or maybe then the next day just 14 hours straight. And then 12. And some naps.

This, friendlies, is how a healthy human mantains a well-balanced balance in its life: through a methodical system of Binge & Purge & Spike & Dive & Gorge & Starve.

Brother Brian said he read that an abundance of sleep can help foster creativity. Maybe it was the power of suggestion, but my last sleep binge did end with me waking up with a snazzy sort of song-fragment stuck in my head, plus the necessary Moral and Physical strengths and powers needed to attempt to start recording said fragment. It went cool enough; I can’t play it for you yet, though. You… can’t… see… it…/ Till it’s finished! -The Autistics

Last night I dreamed that The Republican Party somehow came to an official consensus: plants and animals (except people) do NOT have feelings! They announced it on the news.


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