Pitchfork: 0, Bearsharrrk: 1; But Who's Keeping Score, Right?

Alright, the truth is, I'm trying to get better at this whole schedule thing. I feel like it could help with a lot of things, but they'd all be things I don't do or have time to do now. I guess I'm having problems disciplining myself for more disciplines when I can really just set the bar low for my lazy ass and consistently surpass myself when I do any remote amount of awesome. This spares me from hours of disappointment and a lifetime of taxes (that's what blogs are for).
But, for you loyal readers, I'm turning it all around. For you, I'm going to try and hit a schedule of sorts. I'm thinking Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I plan on sticking to it tighter than that Kutcher doll on Demi Moore's middle-aged botox.

Except on Holidays like Christmas and New Years day.
And probably Jewish holidays to be fair.
And then even fake holidays like Valentine's day.
Tax days are out of the question.
So are celebrity birthdays like Gary Busey.
And if there's ever like a hot party that would good for research instead, I'd probably take a rain check on the whole post thing.

Other than that, we're golden.

I know I don't usually say very many positive things but it's late and want to finish this so I can lay on back, stare at the ceiling and listen to this record like an overturned turtle that can't get back up.
If you're not listening to Husky Rescue right now, I hate you.
I hate your sorry guts.
They popped onto my scene like a joyful little zit and I'm refusing to medicate them off of my shit. This is no joke, this record is going to change your life in ways you only thought Maury could.

I recommend if you're just getting started, break into the scene with the ever-haunting "They Are Coming" video. If that doesn't make you believe in something, your very use of oxygen to supply your own cold, dead, but somehow beating heart is such a waste of resources, it should be criminal.

Listen to Husky Rescue's "Ship of Light".

Do it now.

Just remember, every song you purchase is a vote for a new album.
And I think it's high time we gave the Jack Johnsons of the world the proverbial Heisman.
"Curious George" was un-effing-forgivable.