My Stupid Life episode 1: in which I try to make the Mundane Interesting

I went to the graduation of a family friend recently, which was fairly boring.  What was more interesting, however, is the hotel we stayed in.  There were a few odd things about it, which I will now list for no reason whatsoever.

1: It smelled very strange.  The hallways smelled like chlorine, and the bathroom smelled like tacos.  As far as the latter goes, I can only presume that someone snuck into the bathroom to eat a taco smuggled illegally across the Canadian border.  I feel this is an excellent and sound theory.

2: One of their stairwells had two exits signs, one on the ceiling, and one on the floor.  I presume that was for the benefit of very stupid people.

3: They had free muffins.  Now, I don't think I've ever publicly expressed my love for muffins before, so I will now.  I love muffins.  Any shape, any flavour, as long as they're tasty and are full of empty calories.  But there is such a thing as a bad muffin, and the ones being given out at that hotel definitely count.  They were made of what I can only assume was packing foam, and tasted like air freshener liquid.  I believe that the hotel staff were attempting to poison the stay-ees at their hotel, so that they could keep the corpses in their rooms and charge them for staying overtime.

I have been informed that free muffins in a hotel is not an unusual phenomenon.

My Other Car

Well, I've been hiding for a very long time.  Who knew that empty barrels were such an effective hideout?  At any rate, I'm back, and ready to start doing things again!  Let's start with this interesting video:

 

This song is from the soon-to-be-released called...something.  I'm debating between "Tasty Fuzzy Carpet Time", or "My Other Car Is A Rainbow". 

Laser Fish!

Faecbuk

So, I recently partake in a Facebook chat that ended in an interesting way.  All caps is me, no caps is my friend.


hay hows it going

TERRIBLE
EVERYTHING SUCKS
BANANA

why
?

NANAANANANAANANAN
ELEKTROPLANKTON
BEDSPRINGS
JHONNY ROTTEN
ELEMENTAL CORE
BUSPERONE

0_0

PROZAC
ITENERARY
SERENDIPIDTUOUS.
MORPHIC
MASTERFUL
MASTERFULLY MORPHIC MEDDLING MISTER MATCH
SERETONIN
WAIT
SEROTONIN
FUU
WRONG SPELLLLING
GRAMMAR
DINOSAUR
CONSUME
KOSHER
FLASHTRICKS

just calm down man

FINE
WHAT DO YOU WANT
IM BUSY BEING WEIRD
BUSY BUSY BUSY
LIKE A BEE FLYING HEADFIRST INTO A TREE
BAM BAM BAM
THERE I AM
STRANDED ON THE EDGE OF THE WAVTONE
SO ALONE
SITTING LIKE A STONE, I HEAR YOU GROAN
ABOUT THIS TIME I DROP A RHYME
THEY'RE SUBLIME AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT
THATS RIGHT
I HAVE THE MIGHT OF AN ARMY
YOU CAN NEVER DISARM ME
ILL ALWAYS CARRY ON THE FIGHT
...How did this become slam poetry.
Chat Conversation End

Oh dear

I'm afraid I must apologize for my extremely depressing previous post (which I just deleted).  I was in a very sad mood at the time, and was writing an equally sad blog post.  Everyone was sad.  However, things are looking up!  I just returned after a long stupid absence, and have a video to apologize!  And soon, more songs as well.

More stuff soon!

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New and exciting

Hey everyone, my new album is out!  It's called RGB, and is the greatest thing since sliced

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Things.

Bam!  Embed!

Meaningless words

There is a harmonica on my desk, glittering in the ceiling lights.  It speaks to me, and I speak back.  What a wondrous object, a producer of s=weet sweet tones and melodies.  The light reflecting off it is a mirror of the mind, a mirror of the soul.  It looks at me, and I am awestruck.  And alone.  So very alone.

I was going to correct that typo, but I think it fits.