Banter? I just met her...
Is this Our Minister?
"Coach. I don't know why he threw to the curl I was untouched and uncovered on the fly."
"Awright, twins right right 32 pass green. X-curl, Y-fly. Hit the fly, Dammit!"
"Twins right, right 32 pass green. X-curl, Y-fly. Hit the fly, I'm wide open. This is going for 6."
"Let's do this guys! Twins right, right 32 pass green."
"...it's a long pass to #10...he's got it and he's off to the races...the 40, 45, 50, 45, 40...It looks like nobody is going to catch him...Touchdown Westminster!"
We lost the game though.
High School football. We always remember the finer things in life.
There are only two kinds of people in this world,
clients and potential clients.
My dad is the coolest dad...EVER.
He can beat up all your dads.
Yes he can...Yes he can...Yes he can...
Oh yes he can, infinity.
I'm so tomorrow I'm yesterday.
I have a date tonight.
Today I sit and work...and procrastinate
dreaming of bursting my eardrums in the studio tonight.
Does anyone want a song sung about them?
Before you respond yes, I am making a disclaimer
I cannot promise it will put you in a positive light
But I can promise that it will be honest.
Come on, roll the bones. We want to rip you to shreds.
I sang in my car as loud as I could all the way to work.
People looked at me funny
and I mooned them all.
Today has started off good.
Today is my brother's birthday. He is 33.
He will always be older than me. Hehehe...
Happy Birthday Jay! Just don't wear the suit...at least not in public... That can be your little secret.
Chek out the live show on video and mp3 on theminister.net!
In dire stress with hopes
Me people I care of best
That's our quest.
The popes, and queens
The Kings and ministers
Congeals to perfection.
Life is short...and so is Katie Couric.
The pounding rain last night reminded me so much of Atlanta.
Every summer day at around four o'clock "the bottom would fall out" as my mom would say. It rains so hard, if you are out in it you're soaked in two seconds. It was just like that last night for about twenty minutes. Huge raindrops pounding the windowsill, forcing Ezra to grab his "binky" to protect him. I had to run and get under the covers I was so afraid.
The only difference is Atlanta rain is hot. It cools the earth just enough to create steam which raises the humidity and makes your clothes stick to your skin. Here it actually is a "shower" all you need is soap...and a dry towel.
Everyone come see HAMoTAM at Cafe International at the corner of Fillmore and Haight on Friday night. It is an open mic night so the time we play is unsure . Probably by 9 o'clock. Also as a special treat, Matthew Rampy, a dear friend and bandmate, will be MC'ing the event. We'd love to see you all...so we can yell at you.
This one works now.
Ezra on Guitar and me on woodblocks and singing.
Holy Crap we sound good!
Hamburger, cheese, and fries anyone?
Ezra on drums and me on guitar and vocals.
*Note: This is now a 2.2 MB MP3 instead of a mammoth 18MB. God help Jeffrey. He means well. Don't tell him I said that. I have to see him at the house, ok? Hey, what's up with 3 posts from Beakdip in one day? Weird! Thanks and lots of love, Minister*
My friend Dave comes from Portland
Three days of fun and out of doldrums,
Mirth and fun I will succumb
That is, of course, if he brings his "tums."
Today is the last day of the work week
and the first day of the weekend.
Today is the last day of your past life
and the first day of the rest of your life.
Don't fuck it up.
I like it when girls die a streak in their hair. Like when blondes put in a red streak or when redheads put in a white streak.
They look purdy.
I am excrutiatingly annoyed when I get on the bus and hear the chalkboard scratchingly horrendous wailing of the woman "singer" who never understands that her voice just SUCKS! She makes me want to continuously punch myself in the face just to ignore her chicken calls. Her high-pitch cackleing has every busrider squirming in their seat. It is like getting sap on your hands and then having to blow your nose. You grab a tissue and make a mess because the tissue rips and sticks only to your hands.
The funny thing is nobody tells her to shut the hell up, yet everyone is seriptitiously shackled in the bowels of hell. I think if someone got in her face and said, "Shut the fuck up! You sound like a dying cat!" First they would be chastised for yelling at a "challenged" old lady, I am still not sure if she is gimpified, but inside they would be thanking God, Buddah, Tony Robbins, L. Ron Hubbard, Vishnu and nameless other dieties.
People are crazy and viscious. But Jesus, shut the hell up lady.
I bought a new guitar.
It makes me happy.
I give up.
I know ya'll missed me but I took Friday off and today our computers have been screwy.
So here's something to make up for Friday:
Jennifer Jason Leigh
Why are you such a bad actress?
I saw your movie you wrote and directed called "Anniversary Party"
It was a big piece of crap.
If I had wanted to know how beautiful, emotional, shapely, intelligent you are
I would have bought your autobiography...no I wouldn't.
You love yourself much more than any other person on the planet and you made the film to prove it.
"Fats Times" was your best work. You should do an autobigraphical film called "egomania."
Then you would definately be your own star. It would have to be a documnetary though.
If you are cold, put on a jacket. If you are warm, take off your parka.
If you happen to fall in a human size shredder, you're bummin'.
Women are still confusing but life is good...damn good.
It is nice to be happy.
Well, This makes it official. I will never go to Burning Man.
Women are confusing.
The door has opened and now I can see. I understand where my path leads and I have taken the first step on the right track. Damn, I finally opened the right door. When you are blind it is hard to find the path, but when you can see clearly, there is only one path to take. I am on my way on the right path. I am ecstatic to find it but more enthralled as to where it will lead and the lengthy trip that will take me to where I want to go.