spiders and roosters open pandora's box...

70 degrees outside.

or so it was earlier. bloody fekin' nice i'd say and definitely worthy of a toothy grin upon waking up in the morning. the paradox of vodka drinking, cigarette smoking, yet vegetarian frank bell went to the gym and sweat a good sweat this morning. trying to get my bruce lee-ness back that i once had as a young strapping lad. it's like a finger pointing to the moon... don't concentrate on the finger, or you'll miss out on allll the heavenly glory....

got a phone call today from nyc about an acting job that required me to wear red spandex. frank the super hero. this is where the inner boy with tmnt, xmen, and dbz action figures comes out. has me asking myself of the last time i wore spandex. probably at 13 in some fantasy land, who knows. but at 22, i'm wondering if i could effectively pull off the red spandex in hero fashion. me thinks so. me thinks not. nonetheless i suppose i should get back to gymin' it up. with the occasional festive outings; i should take notes from baltra perhaps. how do ya do it man? ;)

on a semi-related note, i miss superhero tighetywhiteys. i remember donning the superman underwear back in the day. you know, the kind that has cartoon characters all over them. colorful and 'super'. batman. spiderman. conan the barbarian. wow... at one point in time i had a governor on my ass... i'd totally rock them out again, bringing them back, if i could find them in nifty 'adult' sizes. although i wonder about the general response it would get in "intimate" situations. i'm thinking it would either:
a. display the inner child of frank and his sensitive nostalgic side.
b. reaffirm (or dispell, depending on the hero) any rumors of the 'super' quality of frank's particular trouser region.
c. reveal my secret identity. or
d. have an incredibly frightening effect.
i think i'm willing to take my chances. for the betterment of my 'package' i think it deserves to have the protection of marvel and dc comics. and if any of you had plots or plans to see me in intimate situations, you're now warned that pretty soon spider man will be in charge of the frank cock. spiders and roosters. on a farm. charlottes's web. i hope i don't sound like a pig...

i just realized that this blog oozes with dorkisim (is that a word?). here i sit in bed on the brand new macbook (thanks to the kind folks at 99x), listening to my fionna apple station on Pandora. amazing site that pandora is... really amazing for exploring new music. it saves lives i tell ya. almost like the characters on my soon to be acquired underwear.

apologies for the lack of blogging ladies and gents, but i can assure you that i'm back and my typing hands are working better than ever. inspiration has found me in the color red; touching heart and head. stay tuned for updates on travel plans, music projects, and my search for the ideal underwear. i miss you all, and look forward to catching up. leave the light on;

up, up, and away!
|super dork|