This weekend . . . it seems we’re all in!
Source: the grid – the crystal method from tron – legacy reconfigured
Lucy has put a few logs on the fire, for that extra spacial ambiance . . . and our home is now cleaned from top to bottom, as we worked on it after dinner . . . for hours . . . a big home . . .
While vacuuming around the studio room, I took a few minutes to gaze at my disconnected set-up. Edirol audio USB capture, purchased a couple of years ago . . . destined to be the brains, disconnected from the heart . . . a tiny Boss Dr Rhythm, for those block rockin’ beats, and the critical piece . . . a Korg DW-8000, which is the chunkiest analog keyboard from 1986, although it speaks in electrical language . . . I got that beauty before I met Lucy.
I remember jamming with a buddy way, way back when I rented a Yamaha DX-7 and I think it was . . . an Oberheim drum machine from Steve’s Music. Man we had a great weekend. Tunes were emanating from the strangest riffs. We recorded nothing. Funny . . . I just checked out Steve’s Music again and saw a Fender Telecaster ad. I had one of those, but sold it [bang head here] . . . although my self-given Father’s Day present, a $100 Chinese Finder StatoCraster should be a cool guitar to play . . . once I hold it in my hands for the first time!
Lucy tapped me knowingly on the shoulder, so I continued vacumming.
Here’s Agent Joe 90 now . . . I can hear the turbines coming up the driveway. Nerfy got the door . . . good.
Oh, Agent Pete 8 . . . the above song was for you. I got in a while back, so the song was rather fitting. We need to talk about how you made the choice . . . but we have forever to talk about it.
I must go to welcome Agent Joe 90 now.
Source: queen – the prophet song
Agent Weebley,
I’ve been reading http://www.ur2die4.com, http://TheDailyBell.com and this site through a proxy from China, and this site has really changed a lot lately. I can’t understand why you stayed away so long!
It’s a long story, but I’m glad you’re back. How’s Shuo and your upcoming LOVE child?
Oh no. You can’t get off that easily, Weebley. Spill your guts.
They’re both doing very well. I dropped Shuo at Mac’s cottage, then came here. Mrs Harris will help her . . . she’s so nice to her.
Come on, Agent Weebley . . . what about that short but sweet convo you just had with amanfromMars?
Yes. It was interesting.
http://heddinout.com/?p=4786#comment-10460
You guys know exactly why. I couldn’t stand not being here any longer, what with the new Agents coming on board.
Happy now?
What about the “donations” for you to return? It was quite the ultimatum.
We must get rid of that.
Hang on? You were in quite the bind with Lucy. What changed?
Weebley and I talked a lot about it. It’s quite a sensitive subject. I helped him get it off his chest with amanfromMars on http://www.2r2die4.com
It’s not that sensitive.
Money.
It’s actually extremely complicated. It will take all weekend to explain.
I’m all ears. I must talk to Gerry Anderson about that.
There is but a single key to unlock the door, Weebley.
We need more Agents. And where’s Agent Pete 8? I saw him post around 6pm on The Daily Bell. Agent Sparky, too. I must talk to him about his post . . .
Since it is just us guys right now, I’ll let you in on a secret. When Lucy saw the site suddenly liven up again with Doctor Sternum and Epstein posting occasionally, she thought it was me posting! Can you believe it?
I believe it.
Me too!
That’s a little insulting, don’t you think?
What are we . . . clones?
Where is she?
Oh no, Agent Weebley is cuing up a song.
I love this song.
We’ll destroy the government . . . we’re destroying time . . . no more problems on the way . . .
Source: alice cooper – flush the fashion
I’m through Doctor, we don’t need your kind? Hrrmph!
Anyway, I let her believe that it was me that was posting for you guys. It worked.
And then I figured that as long as I don’t overdo it, so to speak, then I can come back in the evenings, but I must post nothing here during the day.
I must set her straight on this. Where is she?
Call her on the iPhone4. Here. But it’s pointless.
Er, why? And why phone her? I thought she was at home with us . . . upstairs or something.
Thats another thing I figured out. There’s two Lucys. One here, and one there. One is real, and one is imagined. I now know how to work with both of them together.
I’m not as dumb as I look.
Your honker isn’t as big as you think Agent Weebley. But that hair! Yowch. Right, Charlie!
Funny, Epstein.
I have to work UC as “Steve” during the day, come home, help her with dinner . . . talk with her at night, then I can post in the late evening . . . as long as I go to bed at a reasonable time.
It’s 1:10am.
Shit. I had better go to bed.
I can probably talk in the morning, and maybe through the day, but I walk a fine line.
OK. He’s gone to bed. What the F was that all about?
Listen to the wise man . . . or listen to the mad man?
That’s what we have to iron out this weekend, Agent Joe 90.
Hopefully we can all come to a consensus, once amanfromMars and the other Agents chime in.
Let’s all hit the hay, shall we?
Hey, did Agent Weebley say something about a mission this weekend?
Something about trust?
Wondering, though, if that can ever be external, or is it all about how much we see peering into a pond, back-lit with golden rays, on a crystal-clear dawn?
Methinks we can pop back in later. Will be in the midst of a feast at Mom’s this evening, with my Christmas sweater on, with the little reindeer on it. Oh, I love that sweater.
Enjoy your time with your Mom. ‘Trust’ sounds like a Truly Scrumptious idea! I have to pick up my son at the airport . . . he’s back from BC for Christmas and New Year’s! I’ll be back later after we take him out for dinnner to The Keg . . . and use up some more of those Keg gift certificates.
http://thedailybell.com/bellinclude.cfm?id=3308#FeedBackStart
I hope dotti becomes Agent dotti. She, as well as Agent Bluebird, have passed their initiation and need some nice things to talk about and have a laugh for a change.
http://thedailybell.com/bellinclude.cfm?id=3329#FeedBackStart
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