Under the gun.
Good god, is that the time? Must have fallen asleep. Hey... I didn't have this Jacobean beard when I fell asleep! Mitch! What the hell....! Yeah, I'm losing track of day, time, even planet, solar system. I may even be working in base-12. (That would not be a good development, particularly with my bank balance.) Big Green and friends have been a little busy just lately - too busy, frankly, for the niceties of neighborly chats, friendly asides, opening mail, cooking dinner, and writing blog posts. Cop out? Yeah, you COULD call it that. But what the hell, we're recording new songs, we're writing new material, we're taking pictures of our breakfast cereals... we've got recordings to finish, planets to tame, and zucchini to take to market. Well, Marvin (my personal robot assistant) has zucchini to take to market - yet another one of his hare-brained business ventures. I haven't seen the man-sized tuber in a couple of days, come to think of it - perhaps he was m...