Same Smell, another day

Being that midtown NYC for me now is a byway to points North and East, I sometimes feel like a tourist. Though it is usually accompanied by the familiar lower back pain, it feels like I'm on my way to a gig or a murkin rehearsal at neaby Smash. Upopn my last sojourn I got some special treatment which is usually reserved for tourists to instill in them a bit of irony which is so NY-like, however insignificant. This was impressed upon me when I discovered a grasshopper had attached himself to me as I sunned myself in front of One Penn (Plaza).

It seems we've entered the rainy season here. Does'nt stop the endless number of festivals on the Mall in fabulously fetid DC but it will be so. Some local talent no doubt. My calendar filleth up with parties and yet there is backup, the mall, my time killer filler of the summer. Perhaps one more leisurely weekend then I will get a job. I and my sigoth have patient as Job and Jobeth. Good things a'come as I proclamethed weeks ago. It was the night of the football premiere if you will, who remembers week one anyway? Not much by week 4, but only because it is not time to look through the hour glass to figure out why what was. What?

Ah, fall. It signifyeth the season for celebrities to humiliate themselves, obligatory rock bands to tweak the censors, and people to complain that leaves haven't changed color yet. We can blame Bush for that too, another result of the Greenhouse Effect.
Nope haven't heard of it, he heh.... STAY THE COURSE!! I delighteth how W dwells in the aforementioned spirit of self-crapitude by furthering his cause in pissing people off. I think if enough of his cabinet is indicted, one might be able to flip and really get W's ass in stir. Can you burro? Wheeyow!

Got broadband at home now, so expect the writing to be a bit more...diluted? No, merely frequent, perhaps.