Hey gang! I was reminiscing earlier tonight at that one mommyblog about desert area man Ken Layne, and Zippy told me to swing by here and wave my fusty p-ness around, for old times' sake. Also, too, I upfisted everyone while I was at it – I'm ambisextrous – and it felt like the first time.
It felt like the very first time.
I still find it hard to reconcile Ken's speaking voice and amiable one-on-one demeanor with his saguaro-like behind-the-mic persona, which I guess is actually closer to how one might expect him to sound based upon much of his pre-Desert Oracle writings.
What makes it even weirder is that when he goes out for drinks, he wears a suit and tie, but when he goes out on stage, he wears a black ten-gallon hat and old timey train engineer overalls.
Put somebody's eye out? At best, I might hope for a couple cases of fust-related moderate to severe asthma attacks.
Desert Area Man is a character complex, of uncharacteristically characteristic character, which is his most characteristically complex characteristic, complexly.
That "nom de where" will undoubtedly serve you splendidly as you embark upon your noble quest to circumambuleight the globe in ninety-six hours shy of a half-dozen fortnights.
Desert Area Man runs towards everything now, because in retrospect, riding a horse with no name that was impossible to call for when it inevitably went maverick was maybe not the best idea to ever shake out of someone's bootcut 501s.
There's a |hot wind| blowing in off the desert.
Terrible and beautiful.
13 views on that youtube, five of which are probably from your post. We've made him go viral.
we could always troll his comment for old time's sake
"The internet doesn't deserve him."
~ Pareene
Serious whoot!
Those pictures are very cool, although it's a little different when it's happening a couple miles away.
That's really horrifying.
It doesn't even suck.
http://kenlayne.com/
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Hey gang! I was reminiscing earlier tonight at that one mommyblog about desert area man Ken Layne, and Zippy told me to swing by here and wave my fusty p-ness around, for old times' sake. Also, too, I upfisted everyone while I was at it – I'm ambisextrous – and it felt like the first time.
It felt like the very first time.
I still find it hard to reconcile Ken's speaking voice and amiable one-on-one demeanor with his saguaro-like behind-the-mic persona, which I guess is actually closer to how one might expect him to sound based upon much of his pre-Desert Oracle writings.
What makes it even weirder is that when he goes out for drinks, he wears a suit and tie, but when he goes out on stage, he wears a black ten-gallon hat and old timey train engineer overalls.
Hey! Careful with that fusty p-ness. You could put somebody's eye out!
Desert Area Man is a complex character, of complex complexity.
Put somebody's eye out? At best, I might hope for a couple cases of fust-related moderate to severe asthma attacks.
Desert Area Man is a character complex, of uncharacteristically characteristic character, which is his most characteristically complex characteristic, complexly.
Fusty P. Ness is my new hotel pseudonym sign-in.
Good to see you and you're always welcome to join the general debauchery here.
Most people run away from a stage persona; Desert Area Man runs towards a stage persona.
That "nom de where" will undoubtedly serve you splendidly as you embark upon your noble quest to circumambuleight the globe in ninety-six hours shy of a half-dozen fortnights.
Desert Area Man runs towards everything now, because in retrospect, riding a horse with no name that was impossible to call for when it inevitably went maverick was maybe not the best idea to ever shake out of someone's bootcut 501s.