I'M NOT YELLING, EVEN THOUGH THERE'S CONTINOUS REDNESS & SWELLING
I may have to suspend regular posting to this blog once again, now that my supervisors have informed me that we may have to resume our regimental 12 hour 'prison sentence' days again.
I'm not really happy about this. All this grueling OT is going to put aside projects that I want completed before the inevitable second wave was going to hit.
I knew that it was coming, but not this soon. I've barely had little more than a week to get the new Deposit Man book affairs in order and I was hoping for a weekend to wind down, maybe find some skanky stripper chick to go on a night on the town with, catch up to all the tv shows I missed(BTW, for the first time since its' debut, I missed taping an episode of Smallville 'cause my VCR Timer fucked up while I was at Oliver's house fixing up the last of the glitches on the new book), write some NEW material (getting time to finish that fucking BATMAN plot still eludes me), and see a few flicks (it's HORROR movie season again with The JACKET and the RING 2 both opening a week apart.). Like that old drill sarge that used to abuse you inside your head used to say: TOUGH SHIT OUT OF LUCK private. Such is the dream of freedom when clouded by mental incarceration. It's sort of like living the life of No 6 from the old sixties cult hit, The Prisoner. The illusion of getting back to some level of managable normalcy was withing my grasp.
With that being said, now that I'm metamophing back to a constrained butterfly- I'll probably rethink another sting like a bumblebee stragedy in what I'm going to do with all these hundred dollar bills exploding out of my ass besides putting it all on credit cards (I paid off and canceled a Capitol One card because they weren't giving me increases- so I said fuck 'em. A card isn't go to me, if it doesn't have a couple of thou to play with) and eating out pussy- For one: I need to advertise the DEPOSIT MAN in some comic book trade publications. Since Diamond has given me a round of bad luck in NOT distributing the book - it's time for the world to know that CARY COATNEY still exists in some capacity or another. So I think setting up a shopping cart over the internet is going to be the way to go. But I wonder if I can set it up through this blog? I'm sure Alan will have the answers. Second: I want to get back to playing keyboards on a regular basis. All my synths have been either sold or shot to shit through the discoarse of mighty rivers and earthquakes- so I've haven't been able to touch a new unit (hey, easy now!) in years. So one step in getting back to the grind is to subscribe to Keyboard Magazine, so I could bone up with what's going on in the market. Through my employee intranet- there's a section where I can order away to my heart's desire of all the TimeWarner magazine products. So I figure I need to PUT something in my mailbox besides the endless deluge of credit card offers and child porn. I'm contemplating adding Entertainment Weekly, Rolling Stone, and Hollywood Reporter (although that carries a hefty $200 price tag in itself).
At least there's always good shit to look forward to blow my OT wad on. This little fun prog platter takes priority:
the new supergroup: Trewavas, Maitland, Mitchell, and Beck go to the movies in Germany.
Kino is John Mitchell (Arena) guitar and vocals, Pete Trewavas (Marillion & Transatlantic)on bass and vocals, Chris Maitland (ex-Porcupine Tree) drums and John Beck (It Bites) on keyboards and vocals.
It's the CHIC thing in prog: THE Supergroup. Something to take our minds off of the split up of Transatlantic, which was the last supergroup to exist just when ex-Spock's Beard vocalist leader, Neal Morse went off his noodle and decided a intoxication of too much Jesus Juice and wafers was the only path for him to take This left poor Pete Trewavas with too much spare time on his hands. So he's got to do something right? A Supergroup to take the place of another supergroup seemed the logical choice- so we now have Kino, which is what they call Cinemas out in Germany. Who knows on how they decided on this moniker, perphaps because the record company, Inside Out has some nudge-nudge influence?
Anyway, it's fun stuff, very intricate and percussive playing - the fourth track, Swimming in Woman, is the best track about getting too much trim that any single guy could ever hum along with.
Alan Sinder will be making some contributions in the weeks ahead. He'll have a word or two about some T.H.U.N.D.E.R Agents shenanigans and hopefully will be posting some new Deposit Man goodies.
~
Coat
I may have to suspend regular posting to this blog once again, now that my supervisors have informed me that we may have to resume our regimental 12 hour 'prison sentence' days again.
I'm not really happy about this. All this grueling OT is going to put aside projects that I want completed before the inevitable second wave was going to hit.
I knew that it was coming, but not this soon. I've barely had little more than a week to get the new Deposit Man book affairs in order and I was hoping for a weekend to wind down, maybe find some skanky stripper chick to go on a night on the town with, catch up to all the tv shows I missed(BTW, for the first time since its' debut, I missed taping an episode of Smallville 'cause my VCR Timer fucked up while I was at Oliver's house fixing up the last of the glitches on the new book), write some NEW material (getting time to finish that fucking BATMAN plot still eludes me), and see a few flicks (it's HORROR movie season again with The JACKET and the RING 2 both opening a week apart.). Like that old drill sarge that used to abuse you inside your head used to say: TOUGH SHIT OUT OF LUCK private. Such is the dream of freedom when clouded by mental incarceration. It's sort of like living the life of No 6 from the old sixties cult hit, The Prisoner. The illusion of getting back to some level of managable normalcy was withing my grasp.
With that being said, now that I'm metamophing back to a constrained butterfly- I'll probably rethink another sting like a bumblebee stragedy in what I'm going to do with all these hundred dollar bills exploding out of my ass besides putting it all on credit cards (I paid off and canceled a Capitol One card because they weren't giving me increases- so I said fuck 'em. A card isn't go to me, if it doesn't have a couple of thou to play with) and eating out pussy- For one: I need to advertise the DEPOSIT MAN in some comic book trade publications. Since Diamond has given me a round of bad luck in NOT distributing the book - it's time for the world to know that CARY COATNEY still exists in some capacity or another. So I think setting up a shopping cart over the internet is going to be the way to go. But I wonder if I can set it up through this blog? I'm sure Alan will have the answers. Second: I want to get back to playing keyboards on a regular basis. All my synths have been either sold or shot to shit through the discoarse of mighty rivers and earthquakes- so I've haven't been able to touch a new unit (hey, easy now!) in years. So one step in getting back to the grind is to subscribe to Keyboard Magazine, so I could bone up with what's going on in the market. Through my employee intranet- there's a section where I can order away to my heart's desire of all the TimeWarner magazine products. So I figure I need to PUT something in my mailbox besides the endless deluge of credit card offers and child porn. I'm contemplating adding Entertainment Weekly, Rolling Stone, and Hollywood Reporter (although that carries a hefty $200 price tag in itself).
At least there's always good shit to look forward to blow my OT wad on. This little fun prog platter takes priority:
the new supergroup: Trewavas, Maitland, Mitchell, and Beck go to the movies in Germany.
Kino is John Mitchell (Arena) guitar and vocals, Pete Trewavas (Marillion & Transatlantic)on bass and vocals, Chris Maitland (ex-Porcupine Tree) drums and John Beck (It Bites) on keyboards and vocals.
It's the CHIC thing in prog: THE Supergroup. Something to take our minds off of the split up of Transatlantic, which was the last supergroup to exist just when ex-Spock's Beard vocalist leader, Neal Morse went off his noodle and decided a intoxication of too much Jesus Juice and wafers was the only path for him to take This left poor Pete Trewavas with too much spare time on his hands. So he's got to do something right? A Supergroup to take the place of another supergroup seemed the logical choice- so we now have Kino, which is what they call Cinemas out in Germany. Who knows on how they decided on this moniker, perphaps because the record company, Inside Out has some nudge-nudge influence?
Anyway, it's fun stuff, very intricate and percussive playing - the fourth track, Swimming in Woman, is the best track about getting too much trim that any single guy could ever hum along with.
Alan Sinder will be making some contributions in the weeks ahead. He'll have a word or two about some T.H.U.N.D.E.R Agents shenanigans and hopefully will be posting some new Deposit Man goodies.
~
Coat
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