Monday, 04 September 2006 : CRIKEY!!!

It is time for all to pay homage to the master of the Down Under, Steve Irwin who moved on to a new incarnation today with the most beneficial karma... we hope. The irony of the circumstances of his death are not lost on MCHY. We know all to well how it is to be stung through the heart by a pissed off ray. It was only last decade that we suffered the same fate, but... we got better. I hope the royalties from his contracts keep his family swimming in crocodile skin clothing for years to come. God bless, Steve. God bless.

Oh, hello there! more cats are on their way. I have been offline for the last week during a particularly difficult move from my apartment in downtown Seattle to my house in Des Moines. But I have Nag Champa bar soap, so shit ain't all too bad.

If anyone was at Bumbershoot this weekend, you might have seen drunk motorcycle nipple chick from our MCHY merchandise gallery at the beer garden over by the FirePod exhibit. She was in rare form again, hanging with Brother Number One, fake tits and all. What can you do. $2000.00 gets you up a cup or two these days.

Oh yeah... more cats are on their way. I have not been online for the last 7-10 days. Have I mentioned that yet? Oh yeah, I have. Well.. FUXXOR!

AND... a grand fucking farewell to Andre. Wow, what a career that man has had, and a long one at that. It is sad to see him leave the court for the last time, but like Jack Nicklaus, he has to fuck the butterhorn of Infernal Fortitude and Cataclysm at least once. And I am NOT talking about Steffi Graf, though I hear her butterhorn is quite the creamsicle.

And thanks to my mother for her gift of the book of Buddhism I have been needing for some time. Much love, mumsie!

That is all. - Jim