Albumination.

We're out of the big box retail business. Easy come, easy go. Now what do we do for scratch? Start scratching? What am I, a dee-jay? (Perhaps I am.... )

Leave us face it. As so many of our closest friends and advisors have told us, Big Green's money-making gene is recessive. The cash bone definitely is not connected to the Green bone. Even when we have a hole to China's most productive consumer good factory - literally a tunnel to the bank! - it blows up in our faces. The gods want us humble. They have given us a mission, and we must fulfill it. Live simply in an abandoned mill. Make music. Travel to other planets via questionable means. Go forth and do as I tell you. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?

What the.... got gods for three minutes and they're already demanding as hell. Well, you should know that we're not letting the grass grow under our feet. (Except the mansized tuber, of course - that's his natural state.) As you may be aware, Matt and I have been busy with our podcast. A grueling monthly broadcast schedule, now in its eighth grueling month. Ever eat gruel for eight months straight? Just try it sometime, Ebeneezer. Even you will be calling for more bread, damn the ha-penny extra. Right.... where was I? Ah, yes. Work. Work, work, work. The podcast demands a great deal out of us - namely, that we turn on the recorder, stand in front of studio mics, and talk total, rambling nonsense like we always do. Then we press stop. (I told you - it's a great deal.)

Then there are the songs. We've done a lot of Cousin Rick Perry songs - it's becoming a bit of a theme, like Christmas or rare foot diseases. Marvin (my personal robot assistant) has been good enough to help track some of the numbers. In fact, we're thinking about pulling it together into an album - finishing the songs we threw together for the podcast and putting out an album of Rick Perry themed material. Would the resulting product be an abomination of sorts? Perhaps in the Eyes (or the Ears) of the Almighty Rick. He is among our more sensitive cousins, to be sure.

So, yes, our hands are full, our hearts (and wallets) light, our spirits.... I don't know, I'll go with spongy.

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