The Orbiting HQ’s engine rumbles to life amidst the blackness of space. Thrusters engage as it rattles its way back into orbit. The antenna’s begin tracking strange people and gathering odd news from all over the globe. H&H Man awakes from a long food coma, straps on his armbands of justice, and takes a seat at the controls. Begin Transmission. H&H is Back.
So, I have decided that my school-girl obsession with Nathan Fillion will ONLY burn out… if I manage to get the man with the awesome hair on HnH. So, I need to know that you guys will help me in my desperate plot to get a space cowboy on our awesome show. For some reason, I don’t think wearing a boob shirt will help me out in this situation
If any of you have any ideas as to how I can go about snagging Mr. Castle, email me, post it on the forum, respond to this, tweet me (AshHnH), or facebook me (phatekills)!
So, Chi just gave me cherries that looked SO much like balls. I was insulted, but then I was glad I had cherries so I eated them… and then I dropped the cherry seed on me and got a huge cherry spot on my stupid new shirt! GRRRR
Moral of the story? DO NOT EAT CHERRIES SHAPED LIKE BALLS!
I made my tea too sweet, but only with Stivia so it’s ok! Northern tea isn’t sweet at all… and then you go down south and the tea is not so much tea as flavored sugar water. I also like my hot tea with milk and lemon (depending on what type), but most people down south think I am NUTS for drinking tea warm at all. If I lives in 89 degree weather all the time I’d shun warm tea too! Brats.
Oh, yeah… the show! The show was amazing (duh). We rambled about a flying chihuahua named Tinker Bell (IRONY), a band geek that got her beat down on, chicken skimmings (wtf IS that?), Undead dead Zombies (I think that means they are alive), and why it never pays to save a life.
Well, the holidays are really messing with Stephen and I. We’ve been trying to pass along the holiday olive branch to the leaders of SUC, and have been in intensive (and somewhat nutty) meetings for the last couple weeks.
Stephen has been chosen as a delegate to mediate between SUC and FUR… and of course we put world peace, safety, and the end of SUC before doing our actual show. (Hey, we aren’t totally narcissistic).
Since Stephen is so far away and without any recording devices (none are allowed in the secret location that the meetings are taking place in), it might be a few more days still before we are caught up.
Never fear, however! I will take it upon my shoulders to post a few amuZing stories on the site to keep you tided over until we are able to get our recordings done!
Thanks for you patience… and I hope 2008 was amazing, and 2009 will be even better!
I hate to admit this, but I am guilty of setting things atop my Jeep while I open the driver door… and then forgetting I sat whatever it was atop said Jeep. This wouldn’t be such a problem if 95% of us didn’t take off down the road with coffee cups, folders, and wives still on top of our moving vehicles. Yeah… wives.
Stephen is up in good old, lame arse WV this weekend for one last show before I get my face rearranged via surgery. On July 10th I am having a freaking horrible 3 hour minimum surgery on my nose (nasal septal perforation… wtf?!) and I will be out cold that day… and probably that week. So, this was my farewell show for a good week or so; but I will be back after my short hiatus, if all goes well. Happy 4th of July to all those that live in the USA (and a small apology to those of a more British origin… we still love you). Enjoy the fireworks, the hotdogs, and the time with friends and family. Also, enjoy a man stabbing his mother with a fork, and clocking another woman with a frozen chicken, a robber that likes to hug his victims, and the poor woman who had her toes gnawed off by her stupid mini-dog. Ouch.