Last one out.
Try moving it to the other side of the tail fin. No, not that one! The dorsal tail fin! Okay, now hit it with a hammer a few times. Nothing? Hmmm .... how about if we light it on fire. Sometimes that helps.
Oh, damn. I didn't realize I was typing this all into our blog. (I think that's called auto-typing.) Well, as you can tell, Big Green is working furiously to get our rented Plywood 9000 space rocket ready for launch before the election on Tuesday, when all hell is likely to break loose. At least, that's what the little voices in my head tell me. There are times when you feel compelled to stay and fight the good fight, and then there are those other times when you ... well ... decide to take a rented rocketship to another planet. That's a hasty decision, I know, but again ... those persistent little voices!
Seriously, I am looking forward to a perhaps non-remunerative jaunt out to the Kuiper belt if only to free ourselves from the pressures of terrestrial life. You have no idea how much maintenance an abandoned Hammer Mill requires. If you're wondering why we haven't put out a new episode of our podcast THIS IS BIG GREEN in nearly two months, there's part of your answer, my friend. At least on planet KIC 8462852 we might find time to finish a project here and there. And my guess is that Marvin (my personal robot assistant) won't have to worry about being apprehended by Trump's ICE deportation force. (He has nightmares about that stuff.)
Sure, we've had our head down with music production just lately. Matt and I are working on 7 songs for release on the next episode of Ned Trek, the Star Trek political parody that comprises the core of our TIBG podcast. You might say, 7 songs! That's practically a freaking album, man! Why don't you just put out another album, freak!? Well, first of all .... don't call me "album freak". I don't deserve that. After all, we haven't put out an album in three years. (And our LAST album was Cowboy Scat: Songs in the Key of Rick, so technically we haven't put out a sane album in eight years.) What was I saying again?
Right. Spacecraft maintenance can make your mind wander. Check back a little later this week when I don't have a monkey wrench in my fist. (That's what I'm doing wrong! I need a rocket wrench!)
Oh, damn. I didn't realize I was typing this all into our blog. (I think that's called auto-typing.) Well, as you can tell, Big Green is working furiously to get our rented Plywood 9000 space rocket ready for launch before the election on Tuesday, when all hell is likely to break loose. At least, that's what the little voices in my head tell me. There are times when you feel compelled to stay and fight the good fight, and then there are those other times when you ... well ... decide to take a rented rocketship to another planet. That's a hasty decision, I know, but again ... those persistent little voices!
Seriously, I am looking forward to a perhaps non-remunerative jaunt out to the Kuiper belt if only to free ourselves from the pressures of terrestrial life. You have no idea how much maintenance an abandoned Hammer Mill requires. If you're wondering why we haven't put out a new episode of our podcast THIS IS BIG GREEN in nearly two months, there's part of your answer, my friend. At least on planet KIC 8462852 we might find time to finish a project here and there. And my guess is that Marvin (my personal robot assistant) won't have to worry about being apprehended by Trump's ICE deportation force. (He has nightmares about that stuff.)
Sure, we've had our head down with music production just lately. Matt and I are working on 7 songs for release on the next episode of Ned Trek, the Star Trek political parody that comprises the core of our TIBG podcast. You might say, 7 songs! That's practically a freaking album, man! Why don't you just put out another album, freak!? Well, first of all .... don't call me "album freak". I don't deserve that. After all, we haven't put out an album in three years. (And our LAST album was Cowboy Scat: Songs in the Key of Rick, so technically we haven't put out a sane album in eight years.) What was I saying again?
Right. Spacecraft maintenance can make your mind wander. Check back a little later this week when I don't have a monkey wrench in my fist. (That's what I'm doing wrong! I need a rocket wrench!)
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