Derf!

Man, fuck this place.

...but like, I wish you all well. Skype me nudes etc.

Kudos to you both for keeping the music alive. I dig that. The world could do with more of that. The best I got is drunkly playing the guitar by the fire, and it's not even songs people can sing along to either. I refuse to learn Kumbaya My Lord! etc.

To my thing I tell you all though. I sometimes worry we are destined to forget each other in our endeavour to find ourselves as well as some semblance of peace. That the very act of communicating is both punctuating and signing a goodbye letter, and maybe that's all life really. Recognizing, observing, perceiving each other as we live and die. As if to say "you're not alone, we all have death in common, not to mention the sidewinders of life to live with along the way."

Also, I draw,paint, and otherwise art talented, moving, occasionally half-naked/naked ladies sometimes. Oh! I also pontificate on things I don't know anything about. And overshare.

Almost, not quite, eh? The jaws are clamped but good. S'alright though. Shit, we had a good run when you think about it. I look back sometimes at our old posts and think "holy shit, we have all come so goddamn far from that." Well, mostly, anyway. Goddammit, I'm hitting the member berries again. My bad, everyone. 

Because I'm bored, and because I never read anything that isn't Calvin and Hobbes or some version of Uncle Johns Bathroom Reader while I'm on the toilet, I ask you this! What'cha reading, GTU? Anything recommend worthy?

Are there even people here anymore? Shit, maybe it's just you and me now, fractured psyche. The fuck we gonna do now?

Well whose fault is that, Mr. I-have-a-fulfilling-life-and-no-need-to-come-back-here-to-share-thoughts?

Nah, cause he was always posting on Hitler's birthday. That ginger sure did love him some Hitler memes

Huh. I did nazi that going on back then. The more you know!

I'm kidding, I totally saw that shit all the time, I just wanted to wheel out that ancient joke because fuck you, buddy!

I have always liked "wanker". And Cowabunga, naturally. Anyway. 

U2. I hate U2 so very much. I don't know if it's the music or the guy or the whole shebang but yuck every time I hear it. 

I also have a kind of love/hate thing with Twenty One Pilots. On the one hand I find them so douchey! But on the other, they have 2 or 3 catchy tunes. I dunno. 

.......aaaannnd she's gone again.

I can't help but feel like this was somehow your fault. Or mine. Or both, because you didn't responsibly ban so many of us back when it mattered. Shame, Neal. Shame.

I feel ya, Frankyzdude. I wish I had more to give than these words but, well, I am limited. If you ever want I should paint a thing, you let me know. Hang in there, sir, and here's hoping you get the band back together someday. Or any band. Solo run even? Music at any rate. Okay, shutting up now.

Psh naw, man. You rap it out all you want, friendo. Just y'know...roll the windows up when you do. At least until the day we can stop putting restrictions on words. So, forever probably.

Or, alternatively, think of funny alternative words? Shame on a Tigger that makes Pooh pull the trigger! Ok, that's a bad example, but you know what I mean. 

I miss the GTU where I mattered

You shut your dirty lying mouth, mister! You be good and errathang. Shits like Fight Club though, you decide your own level of involvement etc. 

Good to see you're alive and kickin', madam. And a writer no less! Good for you. I'm not envious. I'm not. Maybe. Any literature of yours you'd care to share? As I recall, I rather enjoyed your word jumblin' what with the Work In Prowess thing(is that still going? I noticed a lull way back when) and would take the time to read fresher material. Or not. That's cool too.

I am not married, not gay, and am a proud father of the many arty creations I litter the world with. It's like having kids only I don't have to take care of them or feed them or love them...hmm. I guess they're not like kids at all really. And that's what I find so great about them I reckon. When I'm not a shameless scribble whore for the monies, I moonlight as a dishwasher. I drink, I draw, I watch The Walking Dead. It's all very predictable and boring. Comfortable, though.

In lighter news, the following is almost annoyingly funny to me:

Gorram it. Now I gotta do a thing, with the watching and the drinking. 

Welp, Bill Paxton bit it. A moment  of silence for the only man killed by a xenomorph, a predator, and a terminator. Game over, man. Now a moment of silence.

...

Right. A showing of Aliens will begin at 9pm Mountain time. Be there or be square. Or circle or whatever, I don't know your life. 

Holy fuck. Is every one of you bedding down these days? Bag that shit, christ. 

F'real though, congrats man. May your first child be a masculine child etc. Any name ideas yet for the little sociopath-to-be?