Some stinky, some nifty. Stinky-Nifty.

[berbalang]

In this brief entry Berby will complain about the following:

I'm on the sixth ship of a six-ship painting gig. Normally I'd be "Huzzah! I'm painting machines 'n shit!" Not so with this beast/bastard/motherfucker. This last one's killing me. I won't name the IP it's from, except to say the King is Mad. Please, God, do not let him direct again. Ever

Comments

[bluesmancd]

Aww berb...
I hope you feel better soon. Sorry to hear about Porcupine Tree. (I think you know how I feel about missing Johnny A last night)

Say this three times fast: The sixth sick ship's sixth sketch is slick.

[berbalang]

Dude, I hope YOU get better soon, too. Work starts next monday, is that right? I am so damn happy that seems to be working out! I'm gonna keep my fingers crossed that it turns into a permanent sitch right quick. 'specially if you can find a good loft within walking distance. That'd be prime goodness.

Say this three times fast: The sixth sick ship's sixth sketch is slick.

I did...and...I...I think I broke something....

[bluesmancd]

Feeling good enough to go rehearse... okay I should be leaving 15 minutes ago. One pleasant surprise, from the Redmond park and ride I take an Express to walking distance at work in just under an hour. No transfers, how lucky is that?

[berbalang]

That's pretty damn rockin'! Good enough to get you through to the end of the lease, certainly.

Jam, jam, jam, my friend. Thou art mighty!

[bluesmancd]

It starts tomorrow morning. Yay!

[berbalang]

Hot damn Spam, man! I suspect you're already on your way. May this be the first day of something wonderful and long-term, with bennies!