Hanky land.

What the fuck, was that a week just then? I know I've said this before, but time seems to be speeding up. I should ask Mitch Macaphee if the Earth is spinning any faster than a few years ago ... and if HE has anything to do with it. (Always worth asking.)

Well, it's been kind of quiet around the abandoned hammer mill for the last week. Just the sounds of quiet toil. Ah, the joys of wage slavery! Not much to report. Matt's been out in the field, tending to his various populations of beast and bird. We're working on the next album, punching up some of the Ned Trek numbers, albeit slowly. Marvin (my personal robot assistant) is learning Swahili in his spare time (or perhaps Kinyarwanda ... he can never make up his little battery-driven mind about anything.)

Besides recording, what have we been doing as a "band", specifically? Well, if you REALLY want to know, probably the best way is to listen to the second half of our podcast THIS IS BIG GREEN - the part where Matt and I spend about an hour talking about nothing and next to nothing. For instance, our most recent episode featured the following weighty items:
  • What a way to wake upImagining Henry Kissinger trying out for the Monkees back in the late sixties, like Charles Manson did. Hanky's Monkees, it might have been called. Or perhaps not. (This stemmed from our recollection of an earlier episode when we pondered whether or not Davy Jones might have been killed by primate poachers.)
  • Waking up and finding that not only are you in the Pleistocene era, but you are in fact Charles Nelson Riley.
  • Giving a rough-edged rendition of the Popeye theme song.
  • Way too many lame imitations of Peter Lorre (if you can imagine such a thing).
  • Once through the "Happy Anniversary" version of the William Tell Overture to mark our podcast's 4th anniversary.
I know, it's hard to imagine that any single podcast could contain so many wonders, but it's true. And honestly, it's just like hanging out with us in the Cheney Hammer Mill basement. Just as riveting.

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