I can’t cut it anymore, I’m at my “wit’s end,” I give up. James Fecundler won’t ever get me out of this dump. If I couldn’t myself, what chance does a fake alter-ego man have?
I’m so bummed. I don’t even care that that sounds like I’m a fucking hippy. Bummer, man. Harsh. Or something, who cares.
I can’t get off this rock with this dumb website either, or with “Attack of the Space Pud,” or with “Bride of Space Pud,” or no doubt, with “Curse of the Space Pud,” which will be on shelf in September or something, I don’t know. Or maybe who cares.
I’ll never get off this rock. I don’t know how. If you can’t do it with a website or a zine or a band, how else? I’m trapped with all this dumb garbage.
If you’re in the Purchase, New York area on May 4, be sure to come to the Purchase College food co-op where James Fecundler & The Army Bundlers will be playing our final show of the semester/our lives and selling our EP, “I Love the Dev.”
Get the EP! It’s just a couple bucks, and it has a track called "Bearded Stranger" on it. The show is free, though.
It’ll be awesome, and you’ll get to meet me in real life and kidnap me. Just kidding. Or if you want to kidnap me I guess you can. I don’t know if anyone would pay for my release. It might be worth a shot.
This sucks.
No one comes to my lousy site except me and my cat. And my cat can’t even read English. Just Cat. Also my cat doesn’t even really come here. I was lying.
Therefore this is my final post:
RIP DAILYDOOFUS 2009-2010
I don’t even have a eulogy or even an epitaph or a grave or a coffin because I don’t care about my site enough. I was thinking I’d just sort of throw it in a ditch and let the planet’s various systems take care of it.
I keep getting off topic. Or maybe not, I don’t care. This is it for Daily Doofus. I hope you enjoyed it, but you could hate it too. I’m not going to decide for you.