Archive | February, 2010

Hide your daughters!

24 Feb

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The Man Blog

Because The Man Blog is back!

… well, kind of.  We still don’t have the main page running (you know, the part that’s supposed to be the blog), so all you’re going to see are the forums. But who cares, just sign up, and if you’re a member of the fairer sex, we are going to ask you to show your tits!

Also, I really don’t have anything else to blog about so I guess a weeklong-delayed announcement of TMB’s glorious return will suffice. So yeah, tits.

See you there!

I foresee a tiring week ahead. (2 gigs! Please watch.)

15 Feb

I dunno what happened, but suddenly my week ahead is now kind of a busy one. I was planning 2010 to be a pretty lazy year, doing nothing while I sit on a recliner couch eating potato chips dipped in lard as I watch Glee and fap off to that girl who plays Quinn, you know? But apparently it’s just month numero dos and I’m already neck-deep in work. Not that I’m complaining – HI BOSS! *grins and waves stupidly*

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In fact, I’m actually enjoying the influx of things to work on for a change. Of course by the weekend rolls around, I’ll be dead tired, but I guess that’ll be a small price to pay for all the productive shit I’ll do.

Case in point: I’m playing session bass for two new bands right now, The Strangeness and Don’t Bogart The Can… Man! and I pretty much have a full plate this week because these two bands, along with Lose Your Beer Belly will have gigs this week! (more…)

Valentine’s Day Countdown 2010: The Long-Distance Edition

8 Feb

http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxir46ZsUx1qzks03o1_250.jpgI just realized that it’s just a less than a week before Valentine’s Day. As much as I try block out the world when everyone starts to become mushy, there will be a couple of people who will break into my zen bubble and piss the hell out of me. You will then see me retreat into my room, crying, bird in hand, wanking off.

Okay, to be really honest, I’m not even making a huge deal out of Valentine’s anymore. It’s like the whole novelty of the stupid day has died for me. (more…)