It's All My Fault

Yeah, yeah. Yeah. Hello year 2024... if that's your real name... ??? The trite and tired trends that dominate v.867-5309 Earth's annual progression from one 365.24 collection of days to the next group of identical spacetime occurrences... well it's not the usual pit of despair that ensnares me. The pits of despair I tend to fall into are way more of my own doing. Or just the dumbest possible move...

This recording is a prime example of thinking a problem into existence - fundamentally coming to terms with the fact said problem is indeed now manifesting - indulgently deliberating the meaning of said activity and its relativity to me as the observer at this point in the spacetime continuum - only to circle all the way back to the conclusion that it simply wasn't worth all this focus and energy...

This recording might set a record for "get off my lawn" moments - hard to say given how many lady bugs show up simultaneously. Regardless, this one is choppy. Mostly due to the holiday chop we all annually endure - but not exclusively. More on that latter thought to come... Much more . NëiNsensiCaL Episode 11 of 53

If you like sloppy, sleepy, slippery, slappy slug sloths - this recording may actually work well for you. I have no idea why I share since liking any of that stuff seems far-fetched. Then again, liking any of the recordings I'm spitting out recently seems even farther-fetched! Word. 2urMutha. That said, seeing how I'm the only one left who is doing any fetching around here, don't you go getting yo...

As I'm prone to do, today I got lost thinking "If I'm a video game character, whoever is controlling me needs to see how low my energy levels are and point me toward replenishment." This recording provides all the evidence necessary to prove my tanks are dangerously low. Maybe that's a frame of mind that makes me more listenable? I mean something good has to come from this tar pit my mind fell int...

Here we are at the most important episode in the triple digit line up. Episode 432 of It's All My Fault The fact that it's also the 8th episode in the 9th season - well the universe do work in mysterious ways don't she? Yes, she does. But some of that mystery is of the "unknowable kind" - until you know it. That's about the easiest way I can think of to sum up what this recording tries to express...

I definitely spend more time on Courtney Love in this one than I intended including admitting twice that I'm developing interest. Ugh. Ugh. Blech Ugh. Blech. Gross. I then dialogue at the CIA for a while which is never in my best interest. But like slapping your face with a big old cold piece of ham... my final destination is a conversation to the cuckolds of the universe. If that sounds like a go...

How you gonna be? I say to thee... unabashedly! Not that I'm prying into your future plans... no ma'amsiree. Here at the '12 dabs of Christmas' celebration recording I am just concerned enough about your welfare that I decide to indulge in 24 different marijuana strain concentrate dabs - during the recording ... to find my center. - if you will. Locate it successfully you ask? Um... hard to say. M...

With my Broncos malaise having entered its season ending bloom, I figure it's time to take myself to task for being a dropper of trains of thought like Russell Wilson is a dropper of footballs. Is that previous sentence even remotely proper grammar - is this one? I seriously doubt it. Anyhow, back to what I was talking about - golf. I do love playing me some golf. I even like kicking a little ass...

Embarrassingly enough... after thumbing through the 296 songs I currently keep on my permanent phone, well I was able to come up with 19 guilty pleasure songs among the 296. While I admit that some of my choices are borderline inclusions... most are clearly the type of song that admitting is on your phone can end the relationship you're currently enjoying. Therefore, as a lifelong single white mal...

I get a little rambly-bambly in this one so warn you have I now. Even so, I wander into a few rose bushes among the other tosses through the briar patch. But what's a b'rer rabbit like myself supposed to do when Disney claims the story telling I'm surrounded by is too racist for the 21st century? Do you know Uncle Remus? Uncle Remus? Where'd you go off to now Uncle Remus? I thought you were here j...

I really didn't mean to crawl out on as many skinny little branches on the crazy tree as I did yesterday... So in today's recording I stay much closer to the crazy tree's trunk . In fact a crazy-tree-hugger might you call me after this one gets a listen - another reason a advise you stop now and not take it that far. Why? No idea. I guess... because it's better than being called an a-hole... which...

Another day another dollar I'm not making... since I'm currently under/unemployed... in that I have no job to attend anytime soon... and that stress is beginning to show itself on the horizon... so I suppose getting on that job void sooner rather than later would be prudent. Which is why I did nothing of the kind yesterday/last night. In fact I took a big ol' dose of mushroom chocolates in hopes o...

Bringing these forcibly self-imposed seasonal structures to a close is never easy for me and I prove that all over again as I try and wrap up season 8 of It's All My Fault with the 53rd and final installment of octopical: 12.12.23 Part of me probably deserves this. NOT all of me!!! But, part of me. I feel that bit of stumble-statement is damn close to the tied-up/taped-over/spliced-together ribbon...

Am I suffering an indica hangover from my overconsumption of edibles yesterday? It sure could be the case given the cantankerous John that shows up for this re.cording I mean I do have my reasons and all - but they're pretty, pretty, pretty lame if I get right down to it. But then whenever does one have a good reason to just abandon ship mid-mission? I don't really know how to answer that question...

Back at the homestead (and appropriately energized therein)... well wtf do you think I did? And no, not that. I hit record and vomitburped this phlegm monster out. Whether or not you should peek in is really a better question for science to deal with than me, myself and Jim Carrey. But since he's not here right now, I'll take a stab at an answer for ya: HFNo! CaPiScE? octopical Episode 51 of 53

I guess, now, I've got the last of my bucket list completed what with my latest adventuring landing me here dead centered in my parents' literal basement. Which if we're being fair is way nicer than anything my house offers up these days - I mean WAY nicer. Having nothing better to do than wait for my head to potentially return to discarded cantaloupe state again... I've now relocated to my parent...

Nothing do I undertake with a brainful of minimal anticipation/maximal distraction like I do flop-flipping cliches... especially the ones that make no sense to begin with. As such, let's get this show on the road and unpack how much proof we've got in our monkey wrench pudding by getting some bootstraps to pull it all up this hill both ways with - and in so doing... AND if we are real lucky - LIKE...

I originally intended to throw a 3rd "thought-train-wreck" onto this pile of hot-branded nonsense... somehow triangulate a point of closure for it all. But that was 6 hours ago. And now? Well, I have no idea why I thought I could pull off that feat of victory, triumphantly... while driving a dark green Triumph through the English countryside... N o N e - A t - A l L . Maybe you'll envision a C pla...

When you live the life I do... #$%(* happens and it happens all the time. But you deal with it. Until you can't. And then you die. Well... at least for one more day you do that... if you're me. And who's still here on "the following day...? No. Very much no. This time I do not mean my cat Frankie. Except that I do.... watewut? octopical Episode 47 of 53

My puffy face persists. As such, here are my final thoughts before I head into the local indigent hospital where I am at risk of discovering that I do in fact have a brain tumor. Good times indeed. octopical Episode 46 of 53

I'm so out of it in this one that I actually should have called in sick another day. Honestly, I don't even know what's in here... I'm that sick My head has been swelled up to the size of a basketball for multiple days so that may have something to do with it. Probably not. But. May. Be. octopical Episode 45 of 53

Let me start with an apology because quite a bit of weed chatter finds its way into this one because, duh, I re-upped this morning. And being HaF at the moment, well let's just say that chatter may have very little real matter. Even so, I have received a full dose of raven attention throughout the day's processes thus far so I've felt good about that. And judging by how high I now am , will be fee...

The feminist in me was headed toward retirement... although the fact that it's happening early like this - that part I hadn't foreseen. But when women: are the new men and men are the new boy-toyz, well that flip-flop has my attention focused directly where it should be... on my pussy cat. Meow. octopical Episode 43 of 53

This one might deserve the label: "allovertheplacey" I could see that. But to be fair: I mostly stay on track it's just that the track is rather circuitous which by now you should know is a feature not a bug. But we should all know a lot of things by now... things which we don't - ME INCLUDED - so no hypocrisy intended. But in response to said realization: off on an adventurous day of knowledge ga...