You Can Earn $1500,00 a Day Just By Reading This Over and Over

Should i kill this blog? I keep having to explain delays. I guess I do it for the few friends who still believe joining Facebook will mess with their "Privacy" (still believing such a thing continues to exist or have value). Furthermore, with Petra nicely knocked up, my attention has turned to details nobody outside the family cares overmuch about. I do have an unending stream of invaluable and hilarious comments and insights, but i'm saving those for The Cuckoo Wasps of Tokyo, so you're going to have to pay for them at some unspecified date in the future.

Petra is halfway to delivering our boy, Maxim. Maxim has a nice punch to it. "Max Beaver" they'll call to him in the streets. I include a picture of him here. Fucking scary, right? It's not a real photo - it's a sauna-gram, which accounts for all the distorting steam. Still, wouldn't want to meet that baby in a dark alley....

Obama was here to agree to not have enough nuclear weapons to destroy the planet 1000 times over. Henceforth, we can destroy it only 300 times over. From the vast beer garden on top of Vysehrad we could see Prague Castle, where all the papers were being signed and hands shooken. Inside, The Dead Kennedys's "Terminal Preppie" roared:

John Belushi's my hero
I lampoon and I ape him
My news of the world
Comes from Sports Illustrated

and:

want a wife with tits
Who just smiles all the time
In my centerfold world
Filled with Springsteen and wine

Now when I say "inside", i mean the structure in which the beer was being poured, not inside the Castle, where papers are signed, although i hope to hell Obama had a few pints of Pilsner while he was in there. I know i would need a few pints if i had to stand in the fetid presence of the arch-imbecile President Klaus for more than a few inhalations

What else? Hm....

I've discovered the "Garage Band" application on my MacBook. One word: Ohhhwoooooow! Within 10 minutes I was laying down and mixing tracks of me hooting and banging the table and kicking at my guitar strings with a bare foot. The loops are hypnotic, autistic, implosive. Be prepared to receive my MP3's in the coming weeks.

That is all.