talenos productions

So I was walking along the dark lake trail tonight and, upon my return to the spot in the circle where I started, I remembered a song Matt once sung about Good King Wenceslas. Why, you ask? Well, I swear that someone nearby said "Wenceslas". And it was strange. And Matt is strange. And I am strange. And that is all.

Just yesterday I got myself a MySpace account and whilst searching through friends of friends of friends(otherwise known as "stalking" in some countries) I stumbled upon the Talenos Records myspace. I downloaded the songs and I must say that The Talenos Song had me laughing for several hundred seconds on end. Genius is all I can say.

I'm downloading The Iron Song now and listening to The Immigrant Song because both titles make me think of Dwarves, Vikings, and World of Warcraft. What will The Iron Song be like? I'll have to wait... 15:16 minutes the thing says... to find out! Anticipation..

As I sit here on my couch, the day waning by minute by minute, I stare at my cat, Katie, who sits beside me. She is still now, but just a moment ago she was a machine of beauty, one of nature's wonders. For you see, she has just finished giving herself a bath. Many do not realize the amazing thing cat baths are. Watch one sometime and you will see what I mean.

The precision strokes, the artful arches, the smooth movements. A cat knows just how to get to everywhere, just how to get everything clean. Techniques have developed over centuries and have been implanted into feline instincts. No tow cats are alike and yet they all clean themselves in a similar way, from lions and tigers down to house cats and strays. They implement not only their comb-like tongue, but their paws and limbs. They use them to clean behind their head and neck. To brace themselves against something in order to crane their head around to reach a certain spot on their back. They even hold their own body down in order to be more stable as they clean their fur.

Hey, my name's Tommy. There's a last name but you don't care so just call me Tommy.

I got to know Matt back in aught one, first from StrangeSearch/Talk/Etc, and then moreso from Talenos.com. I'm proud to say I was one of the few members, as I am now. Exciting, isn't it. It got shut down as a result of some stupid fiasco(I like that word) but Matt and I stayed friends somehow. I credit plenty of booze and Welch Avenue Station.

I'm a 22 year old... something. Guy-who-wants-to-do-a-lot-but-never-gets-anything-done. What's that spell? GWWTDALBNGAD, or procrastinator. I come up with crazy ideas all the time but I don't usually get around to following them up. Perhaps this shall be my motivation. Matt! You're a director! What's my motivation for this shot?