First off, I would like to clarify that I am not dead. It has been several days since my last post and people have been starting to ask if I've been abducted by hippies. I appreciate your concern, but I assure you that no such abduction has taken place. I've just been busy adjusting to my new surroundings and as a result I have neglected the blogosphere a little bit. I know, I know, lamest and most cliche excuse ever. Please know that if your blog has been lacking comments from me lately, it's not because I don't love you. It's because I'm a lazy hipster. I will fix that soon, don't you worry.
Anyway, on to my next order of business: This is post #100.
This blog has come a long way since it's first post on Tuesday, March 30th. Originally created as a place to document a cross-country rock tour that was over before it began, this blog evolved into something I never imagined it would be. And people other than my mother and my bandmate read it and leave me comments, which never ceases to blow my mind. So thank you, my darling readers and blog friends, for helping to make this blog what it is. This blog wouldn't be very much fun if nobody read it.
I was considering pulling a Strong Bad and videotaping myself saying the word "blog" 100 times in honor of my 100th post, but that's so 2004 and probably not very funny to anyone anymore. Instead, I will do something that I would have done regardless of whether or not this was the 100th post - I will give you a photo tour of my new life! Several people have asked about what my commune looks like, so I will shed some light on that at this time.
This is the building from the outside.
It used to be a retirement home and has a lot of character.
The hallways feel rather institutional.
But the kitchen feels like home.
The view of the courtyard from the kitchen window is my favorite.
Hey, if you and your friend are gonna have a little rock show in your room, you better share it!" That made me incredibly happy.
Aaaand this is my bathroom. I generally don't keep a stove top on the back of the toilet, that was just for a special occasion. Probably best not to ask.
There you have it - the artist's commune. It's quite the place. I've been gathering stories faster than I can tell them. Maybe that's the real reason I haven't blogged in several days - I'm overloaded with material and don't know where to start, if that makes any sense.
But I'm getting over that. I've started with a picture of pasta cooking on the back of my toilet. And you better stay tuned, because you can only believe it's going to get more interesting.
That's all for now, folks. Over and out.