The rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated.

I’ll likely discuss the finer details of the last couple of week’s worth of saga in next week’s episode of the Revolting podcast, but suffice (it) to say, The Universe has recently taken yet another poke at me, but because I’m unkillable, was yet another swing and a miss.

Truth be told, at this stage, I wish It would either shit or get off the pot, because this dance we constantly do is exhausting.

I realize nothing as pedestrian as a bacterial infection is going to take me out. I’m not going to slip in the bathtub and hit my head, or get run over by a car either. It will be something spectacular I’m sure, but if I’m honest, I’m getting a little tired of the wait.

In the meantime, if you’ve got interest, and/or inclination, please mark your calendars for an upcoming soft opening of what has occupied the entirety of my last seven months of attention;

This will be a week long engagement at my friend Sharon Kingston’s beautiful studio/gallery in historic downtown Bellingham. If you can’t make the reception, holler at her and make an appointment. I expect it will be up for a week before I pack ‘er all up and prepare for the big show in PDX in June.

Moving on, anyone who’s spent any amount of time in or around my digital realm knows I’m a big fan of little animal compatriots. Often times I just generically refer too them as fuzzy buddies, but after meeting my newest friend, I likely need to somewhat expand my term of endearment;

She just chilled on my leg, and followed me to the taco spot where I are lunch. Out of respect, I ate no chicken in front of her. She’s yet to be named, but should she and I continue our relationship, I’m considering naming her Steve.

I think she would quite enjoy getting a ride in one of my little trucks, one of which I got out for a quick rip (complete with my new Cliff Burton passenger) as soon as I was able to stand up;

Just mini me and and The Major Rager bouncing around into the sunset.

Now, as I prepare to limp into a sunset of a different sort, it’s my distinct pleasure to present to anyone who might care the brand newest episode of the Revolting podcast;

According to my own opinion, this is an episode that is quite better than others, but you can take that as you will.

Anyway, as the adage goes, two things in life are guaranteed- Death and taxes. When I go, feel free to deposit both me and mine in the nearest participating landfill.

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One Response to “The rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated.”

  1. Coffeebreak Jake April 9, 2024 at 8:25 am #

    Thanks for the reminder to take my SCX24 truck out for a spin. Sometimes I shelve it bc I get busy with other [lame] pursuits…and then I see your pics! Also, I need to make some passengers. Yes haw!