Number three and two, the monkey duology:
…and Barry Lutz here…
Number 2.5 on the list:
And number one… the absolute pinnacle in The State history, the single moment (hope) seared into our brains for almost 15 years until it mutated into myth…
I’ve developed a coping mechanism for M.U.C. - I put a speaker in the fireplace and blast a combination of Ol’ Dirty Bastard and Nurse With Wound. I think it worked as M.U.C. has been all but silent for a couple of days. And that’s a shame… I just got the laptop all rigged up to record the pitter-patter-blitzkrieg of his little feet.
In the process of working out the recording app I found myself in a feedback loop. When one is stuck in a feedback loop the appropriate response is to apply reverb. That’s when you wind up with
which is totally going up the fireplace.
There was an important meeting at work about G.I. Joe. Girls were present so My Little Pony and Barbie were also mentioned. I’m no stranger to those what with having had a sister and all. Though that junction of G.I. Joe and Barbie was an introspective slap upside the head jogging loose memories of bloody drama on the living room floor battlefield while bizarrely proportioned giantesses loomed on the couch and in corners. My lifelong infatuation with tall blondes finally makes sense.
Froggy Pops and Choccodiles.
