A place for fellow ne'er do wells to converge in an orgy of laziness
and mindful mindlessness....oh, and watch cool videos
Playing during July on VCAM, Channel 15:
Stuck in VT 82-85: Green Mountain Derby Dames, Walk for Animals, Rene Kirby, Phantom Theater
7Dtv 3-4: Alice Eats Church St, Project Porchlight
Stuck in Vermont
VCAM, Channel 15
Mondays @ 8:30pm
Tuesdays @ 9:30am
We celebrated on the roof with a sunset, a keg and cornhole. The bugs were a biting but the beer kept a flowing.
The next day we got up waaaay too early for the Warren 4th of July parade (wacky VT vlog to follow).
This weekend I spent way too much time in the sun (ouch), way too much time underwater being drowned by a sea creature, way too much cash on dinners out (and I maxed out my bank account, oops) and way too much time indulging with the Sunday Times (heaven).
Polluted lake water is sloshing around my noggin.
Now it is time to go back to work.
That's right, Tom Messner is SO Stuck in VT. And I think I finally met my match in smile power. This guy is my hero.
No, never, nuh uh, not gonna happen. As hellish as air travel is these days, it is worth it to fly with the clouds.
Back from Albuquerque and an emotionally draining weekend that was also strangely uplifting.
How do you say goodbye to a 19 year old? One you never even met? With the Magnetic Fields and Busby Berkeley of course:
I sang this song the entire grueling, 3-legged, all-day trip to New Mexico:
After spending three late nights editing his memorial montage, I saw Nick's face in the clouds.
This weekend there is a memorial in Albuquerque New Mexico for Nick Garza and I am on my way to the airport:
This morning I was lying upside down and prone for 6 hours with my mouth gaping open as I was prodded, poked, pulled, yanked, cut and messed with, often almost choking on my own blood and spit.
"Pardon me, is that your elbow in my eyeball?"
"I am drowning in blood...gurgle, gurgle."
"That is not a good sound, is that a chainsaw you are putting in my mouth?"
"Hmm, how many hands can fit in one person's mouth??"
"WHSY YESSS, STRHSDJNGE WEATHMIGER, I DNKNOHW."
[Translation: Yes, what strange weather." ]
[What I am really thinking: "I cannot respond to your unimportant question. Your hands are stuffed in my mouth along with many sharp instruments."]
After 6 solid hours of this torture, I felt much like the gent in this Bacon painting. Mouth numb from repeated injections of general anesthesia, hands numb from clenching, ears numb from huge headphones blaring loud music, brain frazzled beyond repair.
Calgon, TAKE ME AWAY!
I know dentists are not inherently evil. I know they are trying to help me and give me a nice smile. Maybe I just need to find the inner peace to deal with this torture?
NOT. Instead, I am betting on Armageddon so I can fit in fine with the other toothless circus freaks. Hell yeah!
Two sides, one coin.
Love montage is from DBC6:
Breaking Up 101 is from DBC28 [it also has a montage at the end]:
Today was a good day. Rode the ferry across the lake, watched the news get taped live 3x, stood in front of Tom Messner's green screen (!?!) and played weather girl. Then home for a Flatbread brownie sundae reward.
Now, back to work.
DBC29 (January 2007) posted on Blip in which Suzanne Monroe tries to take over The Deadbeat Club. AS IF! ;)
Slowly but surely I rebuild The Deadbeat Club empire on Blip TV, waiting with baited breath for the Copyright PoPo to come and take me away again...
Above are some hot Jane Austin babes, just in time for summer ladies.
I just got Burlington Telecom and made the unwise choice of buying cable TV. It is all over for me now. I have upwards of 150 channels. My brain is in for a real jello treat.
These are post-storm sky pics from the crazy thunderstorms we have been having. I love this cool stormy weather. Heat is great and all but dark and tumultuous skies are so much better.
