I'd Like To Know Where the Riverboat Sails Tonight

my second phone interview with emmanuel is on my birthday. here's to hoping that's a good thing.

i have decided to write more. the opening for the muse position is now closed. it hasn't been filled yet, but i've got some pretty good candidates lined up for interviews. i'm already inspired and have finished one and a half songs.

i think this smoking thing has finally run it's course. it's getting old. i feel like it has been dictating too much of what i do. i've felt like this before, and couldn't kick it. but there's something different this time around.

larry you owe me a lunch. you know it and i know it, so you might as well own up. and leave a damn comment this time. skank.

joe purdy might be my next big thing. the next ryan adams for me. that's a huge statement. i don't think you even have any idea how huge. i don't think i know exactly how huge it is yet, either. i can find only one song of his with which i take issue. green eyes are definitely not better than blue. cary brothers would attest to that. but it's a sweet song. and i haven't heard anything yet that hits me like "come pick me up." so ryan's still safe there.

i just helped my old preschool teacher unload a trailer full of arts and crafts for dazzle daze. apparently it's a huge fair to raise money for the women's center here in conway or something like that. and this woman drove all the way from fort smith. and then she gave me forty bucks. i tried to turn it down, but you can't disobey your preschool teacher. besides, she had a lot of shit.

and i got grease on my pants and cut my finger on a broken christmas tree ornament. and i still feel guilty for taking her money.

if i could choose between meeting george bush or being mitch hedberg, i'd meet george bush. this was a tough decision to make, but ultimately, i'd like to meet the leader of the free world. and mitch hedberg is dead.

i mean no disrespect to mitch. he was a genius and is sorely missed. if you've never heard of him, check him out.

from this day on, i wear my father's gun.