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Rads suspended. This dude in the photo rejoices!

heard you missed me....not really

Moribund. One of those words I've always dug. Which is what this blog is now. Cobwebs cover my monitor. There's just no time. Work. Family. My kids playing basketball, soccer, and softball. Hockey games to attend. DVR filled up with shows to watch. Books to read. Time is shrinking like Lily Tomlin did. Snowballing to hell like Merle Haggard sang.

The one thing that still connects me to this blog is the spam comments that still come to my email in-box. The generalized stupidity of these people amazes me. Are they that stupid that they don't know I moderate comments. I delete anything even remotely spammy. My site log shows I'm down to 20 or so visitors a day anyways. Yet I'm not going to pull the plug.

I've just got to make time. And today I'm making time to talk about the new Van Halen single "Tattoo." Dave always liked to say "heard you missed us, well we're back" and this time all I've got to say is not really. Sonically the track sounds hot, but the lyrics are borderline wretched. The chorus goes "swapmeet Sally, tramp stamp cat, from mouse wife to momshell in the time it took to get that new tattoo."

C'mon Dave, give me a break. Pandering to middle aged housewives is low. So very low. I can't get beyond it. So I've broke blog silence just to criticize Van Halen. It's true, that ant can move a rubber tree plant.

Bad Back Raise My Pain Ceiling

My back is seriously messed up. Muscle pulled and I look like a twisted and bent Quasimodo. I hope I will be able to work tomorrow....which should tell you what my pain level is now. And in the meanwhile, the US gov't continues to go down the wormhole to total collapse (give or take a few years to a decade) and I'm getting comments to be moderated that are obscene. So, it seems to be a typical summer after all.

what is up what is down what is and isn't

Kicking it old school - which means beware linear thoughts and forget about punctuation and other assorted grammar tricks that get you all A's and so on etcetera ad infinitum.

Went to the U2 concert July 2nd and was, to my delightful surprise, bowled over with the evening. Tremendous songs and the 360 degree stage show lights still have me on a contact high. I used to think Bono was an egomaniac full of himself, but that has been tempered. I think he's got a good heart.

Current listening faves - U2, Stones, Oasis (digging into the post Be Here Now stuff which I gave short shrift to back in the day) and Bead Eye, Motörhead, some ancient hip hop stuff. And Yngwie Malmsteen...can't forget I have been digging his old stuff too.

Reading Just Kids by Patti Smith, well I finished it yesterday and it was cool. I really liked the book up until Patti and Robert Mapplethorpe started to become successful. It became boring once they had made it which is why most of the book was about the journey to stardom.

Getting some laughs out of White Line Fever which is Lemmy's autobiography. If you like your rock and roll loud and your stories about drugs and partying not to be weighed down with morals, but with belly laughs this is the book for you.

Television fave of the moment is El Chavo De Ocho. It doesn't matter that I can't understand about 90% of what they say. The comedy is broad enough to make the words not necessary.

That's about it for today. Not as spontaneous and punctuation free as I thought it would be. I guess only getting about 3 hours of sleep last night did me in more than I thought.

if you're bored wash the baseboards

I really must be bored tonight. I watched Joanie Loves Chachi on Youtube this evening. What an incredibly bad television show. Unlike some old bad tv shows that are endearing just because they remind you of being young, Joanie Loves Chachi does not. Yet I was still compelled to watch the train wreck of an episode titled "Beatlemania."

Next time I need to remember to just say no. Push the computer away. Get some sleep.

Stressed Out - Just Think About Metta World Peace

What a week it has been. Working late most days, trip to Kentucky which saw a drive home in a monsoon and a $163 speeding ticket (thank goodness I wasn't driving), and even tonight I was on the job trying to make sure something got where it should be going (the cellphone was smoking before it was over) and now to top it off it looks like I'm getting my August bout of whatever a full month and week ahead of time. But it's okay, there's Mo's birthday next week and then on Saturday I will get to bask in the great ego that is Bono and his band of Irish merry men U2. I was never over the moon about U2, but they've had some good tunes and it's not like I'd be doing anything else. So I'll be at Vandy with Mo in section H if you want to give us a shout out. I doubt this concert will be as good as Macca last year, but I'm open to pleasant surprises. I'll have some pics and a review afterwards. Until then I need to relieve the stress that has been this week. So I think I'll ponder Ron Artest changing his name to Metta World Peace. It's no Lloyd B. Free changing his to World B. Free, but it's close. I'm thinking about changing mine to Kelly Leak Was The Brother I Never Had But Wished I Did World B. Free Peace.

Beany & Cecil