Wednesday, April 30, 2008

WEEKEND GRUPDATE

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You may be asking yourself right now, "what the hell is a grupdate?" Well, let me assure you that your ignorance is well placed, as that was most certainly not a word prior to my creating it 10 minutes ago (and yes, it has really taken me 10 minutes to write this crap sack of an introductory paragraph).

A grupdate, friends and neighbors, is a Good Rubbish update. Hence: Grupdate. Clever, eh? Yeah, I didn't think so either, but it's about 2 in the morning right now and I'm feeling about as creative as... well, I'm not feeling creative enough to finish this sentence in a humorous manner. This is not going well, but I've got high hopes for paragraph number 3.

Ahh yes, now THIS is a paragraph. Very spacious, I like the cupholders too. Anyway, if you're anything like most Americans you've probably spent the past week or so wondering why Good Rubbish, which normally produces 3 new projects a week, has randomly produced exactly 0 new projects over the past 8 days. Well friends and neighbors, allow me to put some of your concerns at ease: Enron McHanslaw is not deathly ill, nor has he succumbed to the temptations of lethargy and ass scratching marathons. Rather, he's just been really friggin busy with a bunch of nonsense ranging from landscaping projects to medical obligations, and hasn't had time to get any new projects done (and the projects he'd already been working on are really grand in scale, and are taking significantly longer to finish than he was expecting... alright, I'll stop it with this whole third person narrative thing now). Worse yet, this "lack of time for doing random art projects" situation probably isn't going to get any better anytime soon. A tragic turn of events I know, but this is just something that you're going to have to accept.

Unfortunate as it may be, the time has come for a revolution at Good Rubbish, so here's what's gonna happen: From here into the foreseeable future, I'll be posting new projects as I finish them, but I'm not going to be frantically throwing together projects "just because it's Wednesday night and I always have a new post on Thursday mornings." I can't keep up with that pace anymore, nor do I want to (I want this blog to remain as something that I enjoy doing, not something I'm somehow obligated to do). The upshot of this is that the projects that you'll be seeing on Good Rubbish going forward should be of a higher quality (meaning you should see less shit like this), there just won't be as much quantity.

So that's the word. I'm hoping that I'll still be able to get up a new post every week, but I'm making no guarantees. Why not? Because guarantees are for candyasses, that's why. Oh, and by the way, if you'd like to be notified whenever a new post comes into the Good Rubbish universe, just email me at goodrubbish@gmail.com and I'll add you to this fine blog's mailing list.

In closing, and as an attempt to make this post at least mildly entertaining, please take the time to enjoy this newspaper clipping that was given to me many years ago by a lovely young lass named Emile Rosenberg. For obvious reasons I immediately framed it and will likely keep it with me for the rest of my days:

Gay-Rodeo

Let's zoom in a bit on the matador, I'm pretty sure it'll be worth the trip...

close-up

Ahh yes. Now THAT is a face that conveys pure happiness... pure happiness and about 800 tons of child molesting potential, but pure happiness just the same. I love you, leopard print unitard man.

2 comments:

Peter said...

Slacker

Father Rhyme said...

You better believe it!

This week's been particularly bad though, I'll feel just awful about it. If I had a dime for every time this week that I've softly pounded my chest while shaking my head back and forth and quietly muttering "my bad... my bad" over and over again... well, I would have at least 17 dimes.

Back when I was a kid that was enough to buy a lollipop and a bicycle.

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