Woodbury Finally Attacks.

The people of Woodbury have finally attacked. As a result, two folks have been tagged. Axel and Rick. Rick? He can’t get shot; that’s in the rulebook, I’m pretty sure. Thankfully, TWD doesn’t follow the rulebook. In the meantime, reality changed its face on me the past couple of days. Nothing’s green; it’s all white. Semester winding down. Finals next week. I saw the Wild take the Blues in OT on Friday night (Gaborik can fly). Couver’ll be a test today, but you can feel they’re getting back on track. Followed by POS at the Turf. Opening crew wasn’t all that good. There were somewhere around 6 or 7 MC’s; I enjoyed less than half of them. Toki Wright, he’s cool. But “money, money, get the cash, cash”… not into it so much. O well. I’m fairly certain POS and Paper Tiger played a couple NEW tracks. But, then again, I was drinking. Plus ShinJo and I made a run out to my car pre-piece-of-shit, which typically doesn’t improve memory glands. Glands? Warren Ellis’ Bad Signal sent out invitations to a lovely little piece of MB software. I’ve yet to tap into it, but lots of good people are on it. It’s called “White Chapel”, and its based out of England. Lots of industry people. Some struggling, some succeeding. In other news: possible relocation of my frontal loeb. I should paste some more art, pictures, links, etc. up here. My blabbering makes no sense sometimes. Query.

-Sonny

Holy shit, I almost signed “Dan”.

~ by sonnywilkins on December 2, 2007.