I recently learned that Mike Nesmith is putting together a couple packages involving the album he'll be recording of his current tour. Those packages became available to order today and I kind of lost my mind and bought the most <strike>expensive</strike> awesome one. This is the product description:
Super Deluxe Edition 1 vinyl LP/2 CD's/1 T-shirt + some surprises
A limited, numbered edition of 200 copies, each signed and hand numbered by Nez and housed in a presentation box. This set includes a 12-inch LP featuring exclusive content unavailable digitally and pressed on heavy-weight, audiophile vinyl. This vinyl LP will not be sold separately and may become one of the rarest Nez record releases of all time. Additionally, the set features the two beautifully packaged Deluxe CD's with the full setlist from the 2013 tour and all of Nez's narrative links. Also included in the bundle are a tour T-shirt in the size of your choice, a poster, a commemorative numbered card and a few more unique surprises.
I'm incredibly intrigued by what the "a few more unique surprises" are. Knowing Nez, they'll probably be something kind of weird.
Anyway, it was kind of a lot of money to drop at once but Nez is one of my favorite artists and holds a very special place in my heart. Lou Reed's death hit me pretty hard and made me think about how he and Nez were about the same age. Mike Nesmith probably doesn't have that many years left. I'll take what I can get. Plus, it's a pretty nifty birthday present to myself :P
I've been sleeping poorly for the past few weeks and I'm not entirely sure why. I keep waking up around 4am and failing to fall back asleep. Last night I had a nightmare that I was kidnapped in a grocery store that happened to be on campus of my undergrad school. The guy was insane and wanted to film some sort of dramatic scene that ended with my real life murder. At some point he had my mom too, but I managed to talk him into letting her go, while she was oblivious to the entire thing. Then he was going to take me to a slasher film so I'd know how to bleed out for the camera. Nice. And the theater was full of cats with mange. At that point, I woke up but I couldn't get the whole ordeal out of my head so whenever I'd dose off, it would continue again. When I woke up for good, it left me feeling like a prey animal for a good couple of hours. I miss the days when I had frustrating I-can't-open-my-locker dreams.
So, this is what my hair is doing now:
I just showered so it has a little bit more volume and curl than it does during the day (as I'm a night showerer) and it looks a little insane since I didn't put anything in it as I has the lazy. It also shows off my squarish jawline. And my chin pimple. And my sexy wolf PJ shift. And the towering pile of things on tip of a pile of neglected textbooks. This is not a flattering photo.
This one is much more flattering:
EXTREME CLOSEUP! This picture reminds me that I had a fart today that sounded remarkably like a baby dinosaur's roar. I was glad no one else was in the bathroom with me so I could laugh and not come across as a pervert. Which I probably am. In some way. Sometimes. Maybe.
I think it's time to feed to doggies and myself. But not feed the doggies to myself. Or feed myself and the doggies the same thing. Yes.
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