Peg Life Vol. 1

So I'm sitting here at my computer listening to a playlist of Iron & Wine, Smog, and Sufjan Stevens and it occurs to me that I might just be intoxicated enough to write something interesting enough to email to a relatively large group of people and call it "Peg Life Vol. 1." And that's just what I decide to do. Sure it's getting on to 3:00 in the morning and I have to work tomorrow, but if I don't lay down the law and kick my ass into getting this business started then who will? No one. That's who. And don't give me that smug smile and say you knew that was the answer because everyone knew the answer so you really can't be so goddamned smug about it. This is the point where I check myself and think that maybe it's not such a good idea to be berating my readers right out of the gate. I'm pretty sure I waited eleven issues to do that last time (Note: Here we have a reference to the last series of regular mass mailings I authored. For more information on this literary milestone email Tony Hawkins at amh_kaydyn@hotmail.com). Of course when I did I got rather vicious so I suppose I don't have to be too hard on myself. And irrelevant as all that is it's not half as irrelevant as the sentence you're currently reading and if you don't believe me watchSee, that sentence was so unnecessary I didn't even bother to finish it. And it's not that I have a problem exploring asides and non sequiturs to ridiculous lengths as you will learn or already know. Why bother writing, then, if the content has such a vast majority of superfluous text? Well, as I said before, I had to get things started. The only way to have a series is to have a first episode. A pilot if you will (for a definition of pilot see Quentin Tarantino's Pulp Fiction [for great film see same]). I've become quite enamored with Iron & Wine's Woman King EP. The title track and Evening On The Ground (Lilith's Song) are particularly fantastic. But that's neither here nor there (and thus not a bit out of place). I don't think I feel like adding any more to this right now, but let it be known that this shall not be the last useless though periodically clever (perhaps rarely would be more accurate) writing I send. You have been warned.

Tony Hawkins lighting a fire in face paint petulance