Hello, Great Atomic enthusiasts!  

 

This is Murray, on-the-bubble bassist for your new favourite band.  Tory has been pestering - nay, hectoring - me to write something for this site, so if for no other reason than to shut his stupid gob, here goes.

 

First of all, let me say that everything Jason wrote in his blog entry is categorically untrue.  None of that ever happened, and as far as I can tell he's not even in the band.  How he got access to this site is beyond me, but rest assured, he is facing prosecution, and I've changed the locks on my house.  I urge you to do the same.

 

Question:  What's up with Dave?  I mean, what is up with that guy?  Please let me know via email.

 

In other news, I just finished painting my porch.  It took me three weeks, because porches have way more hidden nooks and crannies than the virgin porch-painter realizes.  Who knew that a single railing would take an hour and a half?  Well, now I do.  I have to say I was enjoying the Zen of the whole process for the first few weeks, but then the inevitable day came when I woke up and DIDN'T WANT TO PAINT THE PORCH!  So what did I do?  I went out and painted the god-damn porch, that's what I did.  For you see, porch-painting isn't something you do when the mood strikes, like love-making, or darts.  Porches must be painted, and those of us so called upon must, consequently, paint them.  Yesterday I just put the final coat of enamel paint on the porch floor, then burned all my brushes in a garbage can and vowed never to paint "anything ever again", by which I meant the rest of the house next spring.

 

Well, that's all the ridiculous nonsense I can think of at the moment.  Time to go marinate a tenderloin.

 

cheers,

 

M.