BRAINPAN LEAKAGE

So I was hangin’ with the band the other day and we were all like, “Doood… We should do a best of album…”

And I was like, “Doooodddd! That idea rocks!”

And EK was like, “Dooooooddd. I’ll be on the cover…”

And we were all like, “Dooooodette, that’s hot!”

So, anyway, enough with that crap…

I’m working on a project. Nothing earth shattering, really. Just a sort of compilation thing. A “Best Of Brainpan Leakage” e-book – FREE of course – that will contain a whole mess of the favorite posts, as determined by YOU, the readers of BL. It will also contain some new material not available anywhere but in the e-book. Yes, as in, “BL blog posts that have never been posted.”

Cool, eh?

At any rate, here’s the deal: I need you folks to tell me your favorite posts. WHICH missives out of the archives should be included?

So far we have votes for:

1. Stacking The Dex
2. Gimme Mai Shooz!
3. Awww, Dad!
4. The Gramling Party
5. Dippity Drink
6. The Day the Sky Stood Still
7. Walking to Skool
8. Meatloaf
9. And MANY MANY others…

This is your chance to have some input. Tell me your faves, and they just might make it into the Brainpan Chronicles…

More to come…

Murv

They say a picture is worth 1000 words. I’ve never really been absolutely certain who “they” are, but they get quoted quite a bit. I guess it’s just one of those things. Personally, I’ve always sort of agreed with the concept, but then I’ve also been known to say why use 1000 words if 500 will do. I’m sort of divided like that. I know it doesn’t seem like I would only use 500 words instead of 1000 when you read my blogs, but that’s just because I have so many excess words left over from not using them elsewhere. Have to get rid of them somehow, and here seems to be the dumping ground…

But anyway… Back to that whole picture thing. The other night we were visiting friends for a gala “TikkiToberfest” party. You know the drill – sort of a blend between German and Polynesian culture. Hawaiian shirts, Lederhosen, Poi, Brats, Beer, and Fruity Drinks served in hollowed out pineapples with little paper umbrellas. A typical Saturday night party. Well, as it would happen, our host, Dave, had a mess of Habanero peppers on hand to go with the meal. Being a fan of peppers I had a couple. They were good. Excellent, in fact. However, as generally happens with large amounts of capsicum sticking to your tongue, a cupcake and mass quantities of beer were required to douse the fire.

THIS is where I learned an important lesson: Habanero Peppers + Red Velvet Cupcakes + Beer = A Very Powerful Hallucinogen.

How do I know this?

Well, to begin with, I consumed all three – duh. However, what really clinched it was when I went into the bathroom and saw the Zombie Cat.

Yes. A Zombie Cat. Kitten really. There it was, rolling around on its back as kittens will do, playing with some brains. Not really all that surprising, given that most cats like to play with their food, so why wouldn’t a Zombie Cat as well?

When I went back outside to the fire pit I announced this to everyone. I don’t think they believed me… that was, until my good friend, Celeste “The Blonde Bombshell” Webster went to investigate. With her trusty phone she snapped a picture for all to see… And there it is above, a 1000 word photo to go with the 389 regular words I just typed.

More to come…

Murv