Lunar new year.
Hey, what the...? Did I sign off on that? Are you sure? Well, I guess you would know better than I. Wouldn't you? RRRrrrrr....
Face it, we've got bad quality control here at the Cheney Hammer Mill. Was a time that not a single hammer went out of here with unsightly flashing or a splinter out of place in their ironwood handles. Not so with Big Green, it pains me to say. We are not perfect - ADMIT IT TO YOURSELF. It's just because we've got irons in so many fires. Too many spoons in the stew. Eleven toes on each foot. I don't know - you pick the metaphor. I've got work to do.
Nah, see... Marvin (my personal robot assistant) posted our March episode of THIS IS BIG GREEN, our podcast, before I had had a chance to listen to it. We could be saying ANYTHING, for chrissake. If we had reputations or integrity, we could lose either (or both). There are some advantages to general slovenliness and moral degeneration, but I've only just thought of one of them, so.... there can't be too many. Anyway, it's out there, warts and all - another wide ranging discussion between Matt and I, discussing everything from the death of Davy Jones and Andrew Breitbart, to Star Trek mythology, to things too obscure to describe in print. Freakish, that's all I can say. Plus three more songs from Rick Perry - a 70s-pop lament tentatively called "Rick: The Searchable Name"; a doggerel called "Really Rick Perry", and a primitive rock number entitled, simply, "Santorum".
Okay, well ... that's done. Now, to our new commission - that of spearheading the efforts of former House Speaker Newt Gingrich in his efforts to conquer and rule the moon. He got our names from George W. Bush, no doubt. We have been in the dubya rolodex ever since he went on tour with us back in 2000, which led to our taking on an advisory position in the early (pre-9/11) Bush White House. (We were in charge of his Space Commission, based on our long history in.... well.... space.) Hey... nothing succeeds like success. Except perhaps failure, in our case. Anywho, the first thing Newt has asked us to do - aside from grease the diplomatic wheels with any people found on the moon - is to write a national anthem for our nearest neighbor in space. One that duly celebrates his initiative, his genius, and (he also says) his modesty.
So, well.... Matt and I have to get to work on this. Perhaps John can work up some pedal steel parts. We've got stuff to do, Marvin - don't bother me with trifles! (Unless they're the tasty dessert kind.)
Face it, we've got bad quality control here at the Cheney Hammer Mill. Was a time that not a single hammer went out of here with unsightly flashing or a splinter out of place in their ironwood handles. Not so with Big Green, it pains me to say. We are not perfect - ADMIT IT TO YOURSELF. It's just because we've got irons in so many fires. Too many spoons in the stew. Eleven toes on each foot. I don't know - you pick the metaphor. I've got work to do.Nah, see... Marvin (my personal robot assistant) posted our March episode of THIS IS BIG GREEN, our podcast, before I had had a chance to listen to it. We could be saying ANYTHING, for chrissake. If we had reputations or integrity, we could lose either (or both). There are some advantages to general slovenliness and moral degeneration, but I've only just thought of one of them, so.... there can't be too many. Anyway, it's out there, warts and all - another wide ranging discussion between Matt and I, discussing everything from the death of Davy Jones and Andrew Breitbart, to Star Trek mythology, to things too obscure to describe in print. Freakish, that's all I can say. Plus three more songs from Rick Perry - a 70s-pop lament tentatively called "Rick: The Searchable Name"; a doggerel called "Really Rick Perry", and a primitive rock number entitled, simply, "Santorum".
Okay, well ... that's done. Now, to our new commission - that of spearheading the efforts of former House Speaker Newt Gingrich in his efforts to conquer and rule the moon. He got our names from George W. Bush, no doubt. We have been in the dubya rolodex ever since he went on tour with us back in 2000, which led to our taking on an advisory position in the early (pre-9/11) Bush White House. (We were in charge of his Space Commission, based on our long history in.... well.... space.) Hey... nothing succeeds like success. Except perhaps failure, in our case. Anywho, the first thing Newt has asked us to do - aside from grease the diplomatic wheels with any people found on the moon - is to write a national anthem for our nearest neighbor in space. One that duly celebrates his initiative, his genius, and (he also says) his modesty.So, well.... Matt and I have to get to work on this. Perhaps John can work up some pedal steel parts. We've got stuff to do, Marvin - don't bother me with trifles! (Unless they're the tasty dessert kind.)
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