My real life had given my electronic life the seeming boot there. I suppose I’m glad to be back. In quotes with shrugs. I’m posting less than Annie, though, and that in itself is frightening.

I’m surprised at how difficult easy things are. And I don’t know about you folks, but I paid $11 whole dollars for the new Radiohead album. I’m still in the process of buying the new Forms because I’m broke as a jizznoke, but that is pretty much an ongoing thing. I’m told this blog will be moving to the Bang website in a few weeks. Exciting!

Oh, and yeah, I’m still in the healing process (aren’t we all?). My incisions are still very much visible, but are doing good. I’m taking pain medicine as needed – you’d be surprised how much you need it after having something as seemingly insignificant as a single organ removed. I’m trying to stave off falling too much in love with it, though. I’m down to like a pill a day. Yay. The one downside is that since I can’t ride my bike for another two weeks, I’m pretty much immobile.

The album is stress stress stress. God, oh loving Creator and giver of Peace I pray rest, peace, and clarity of mind over this project. You have blessed us, like yourself, with the ability to create new things, to birth children of our own through the effort of our imagination and hands, and I praise you for it. Please send the next throng of those whom you’ve chosen to cross our path, we have faith that through your will and glory we’ll be carried through. Accomplish your will in us, oh God. Keep us with provision and open our hearts to your doors of solution. The universe was created and orchestrated by you, living God, and we ask that we be able to move in sync with your plan and not against it. Thank you Jesus for the sacrifice of yourself which inspires us to sacrifice our selves for your glory. Holy God, your universe is the product of vast and ongoing change, change and manipulate our hearts, Lord, guide us into our next steps. In Jesus name, Amen.

Now everyone pray that for us. Please? Seriously though, we’re at the brink brink brink. It’s crazy. Jitters fill us in anticipation. The wall is cracked and bleeding and folding day by day, hour by hour the levees come closer to collapse. Bring the flood, bring the collapse. Let these temporary stumbling blocks be defeated once and for all. We’ve done about all the testing we’ve needed to. We’re waiting on shipments of fiberglass. We’re so hopped up on this that we’ll probably have all the treatment we need built in a day or two. Then guitars, then who knows?

We still need a violin, clarinet, and 3 singers. Takers?