I once again have a job that allows me to ponder many things:

If you feed me after midnight or get me wet, I spawn a type of creature called a Robwai.  A litter of them pop out of my back, and it hurts like a biotch.  They are one-foot-tall versions of me.  Every batch contains Robwais of different egos: benevolent, evil, crazy/whacky, buck-toothed and clueless, sophisticated/educated/british accent, etc.  But most of them will just be indifferent.  I would want the indifferent ones to sit on my shoulders and make sarcastic comments and stuff.  I would also have the one on my left shoulder tune my guitar for me every time.  Man, that'd be sweet..

Last night I was in the library and "The Dream Team" ran through silently waving a huge American flag.  That was pretty funny, I guess... but it's not enough.

The other night I started working on a song that's going to make one want to take one's clothes off... maybe payment for recent events, but that seems kind of weak.  

Seriously karma, you're slacking.  You still haven't even payed me back for that time you dropped a frozen tree limb on me (not to mention the resulting medical bills).  I believe that I deserve to be fellated... or at least float me a free tank of gas or something...

You should crank it in headphones.  I actually took the time to pan some things.  

Robby and Ryan find out that the movie, Idlewild, is pretty lame.

Robby burns his right index finger.  A lot.

Ryan throws water on a grease fire, chars wall, and burns himself.  

Robby cuts his left hand twice while preparing bagels.  

Ryan burns his hand again.

Robby's cold sore starts to really hurt.

What's going on here?

I think karma's got something really good in store for me.

I wouldn't mind being able to clone myself.  

I would start a band called "The Mamaliamorphs"

We (I) would totally draw a crowd.

P.S.

I was bare-ass naked for the entirety of the writing and recording of this song.  Well, nude if you don't count the green sweater.

I consumed an energy drink about an hour ago and I am still vibrating a little bit.  I thought I would take this opportunity to share with you a little irony.  Slipknot, our former idols, and one of their side-projects will be occupying the recording studio we were to use for the first actual Capes of Lead e.p.  for the next three (probably more) months.  We used to shit for these guys and now we would rather they just left.  We've got other options and it will still get done, but still quite a turn of events.  

I have a bunch of songs I need to finish.  They will melt your face.