A few thoughts on a busy Wednesday morning…
Yesterday was our first day in over a week with no bees. Hopefully this is a sign that those buzzing little suckbags are almost gone. Here are a couple pictures of the crusty bee carcasses from our basement window. Bear in mind that these weren’t killed by us – we just found these over the past 5 or 6 days. The paper towels you see were stuffed there by me in a vain attempt to block their arrival.
This whole ordeal has revealed a deep and eternal wellspring of hostility and bitterness toward the insect kingdom that I never knew existed. I suppose I should be thankful for this knowledge. Instead, I mostly just want to find the biggest bee in the world and stab it with an enchanted golden scepter and watch it explode into a giant ball of hate-energy that blots out the sun for generations.
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One of my favorite groups from my college years was an obscure British psychedelic-pop trio called Arnold. They made music that was beautifully hazy with unfocused edges and sweet harmonies. They’ve since broken up, but they released a free mp3 of a song they recorded recently. I think it’s as pretty as anything they’ve ever done. They won’t be reuniting, but this is an awesome, bittersweet coda.
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My friend Peter Dirksen (a professional comedy writer and sometime Rock TV contributor) put together a fun, snazzy website called ihateyoupeter.com. Check it out – I found contributing to be quite therapeutic. I personally think Kevin should submit an entry directed toward Minneapolis city employees.
Didn’t you know that bees are attracted to paper toweling? I mean sexually attracted to it.
One question ihateyoupeter.com raises. What if the person you want to tell off is actually named Peter?
Dood, that song is awesome. I also love “I hate Peter.” That is going in my favorites!
Glad you liked the song, Adam. I should have described Arnold as being like if Radiohead were lazier, happier people.