One man's ceiling.

Oh, Jesus ... not again. If you don't quiet down, I'm going to call the police! What? Of course they'll come. The cops don't hold a grudge. And besides, I doubt they even remember that little note l left on their cruiser last year. It was a joke, for chrissake.

Ah, hello out there. Back to domestic bliss here in the formerly abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill. I say "formerly" because in our absence during our Ned Trek Live Springtime Tour Extravaganza 2019, not only did snapping turtles move into our basement studio, but some even more combative creatures took up residence on the third floor of the mill. I send Marvin (my personal robot assistant) upstairs to find out what the commotion was all about, and he came back with an upside-down pitcher on his head. We then sent him back up there with a bundt cake Anti-Lincoln's aunt Mildred made, but they weren't having it. They threw our peace offering into the courtyard! (It made a crater on impact. Auntie Mildred should have shelled those walnuts.)

Okay, now ... let's just try to keep our heads, shall we? After all, we don't own this mill. We just squat here, and frankly it's selfish of us to think that we can have this place all to ourselves. Still, those folks are noisy as hell. They party on until the wee hours of the morning, pulling together drum circles and howling at the moon. At one point we though we could out-gun them with our PA equipment, but that was a joke - our main speakers are about 40 years old and sound like freaking kazoos. And those people don't seem to mind the sound of kazoos. In fact, they might enjoy Matt's early composition, the theme from Destination Space, played by an orchestra of kazoos (all tracked by Matt himself). Then again ... perhaps not. So let's find it and crank it up to eleven! THIS IS WAR!



Damn. I lost my head in the span of a single paragraph. These are trying times indeed, my friends. On days such as this I rely on the sage counsel of Antimatter Lincoln, a man who has seen his share of hardship and sorrow, who has navigated the treacherous shoals of total warfare, who held onto his vision for a better world through the worst of times. Well ... I mean, his doppleganger did, anyway. Anti-Lincoln did the opposite of all that stuff; he basically watched the Twilight Zone and ate TV dinners for a living before he met us. (That's when he moved on to beef jerky.)

Arrrgh. There they go again! Where are my headphones?