See if you can guess the code to the title by the end of this blog.
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So, fairly productive weekend. No big hangovers, no serious partying, in other words, it was definitely not a peach house weekend. I did manage to rake some of the lawn until I managed to see some leaves still in the trees. Cancel that thought for at least another week then.
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There are rumors in the wind of a Ziemak landing on the shores of Borono, but we'll see. A Ziemak sighting is not official until he walks through the doors.
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Plans for this week include building (more) shelves. Wahoo. Maybe this time I'll figure out how to cut a straight line with my skill saw. Then again, maybe this time I'll figure out how to hide a table saw in the basement until such a time as I can convince the GF that it was a good idea. Which it so obviously is.
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Halloween tonight. Trying to figure out if this means that I'm responsible for being polite when people come to the door. For example, when my loser-ass neighbor brings his little loser-ass kids to the door, do I have to pretend they're not geeks? Or that their costumes are anything other than pretentious? (<-- Just a guess here.)
Can I sick the dogface's tail on them?
Let me know quickly, time is running out...
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(Oh as to the code, look to the left of each letter on your keyboard...)
Monday, October 31, 2005
Friday, October 28, 2005
An Ode to the Peach House
Sweet it's Friday. Thank God. Time to put away the laptop for the weekend.
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Time to go home, take a quick powernap, before cruising out to the store to buy either a 30-rack or a keg, depending on the amount of people that will be coming over later. Better pick up a 30 rack as well, just in case, for some late night beverages, you know. Better safe than thirsty.
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Alright, we got beer, we got some friends together, music's on, time for some beer die. Maybe some flip cup if there's enough of the girls around.
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Holy shit, it's 11 already. No wonder I almost fell off the porch last time I got up to take a piss. We gotta get our shit together if we're going to get up to the bar for last call. God knows "one more beer" for the Spaniard can take a good hour.
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Last call
Hey where the fuck did Tomazin go. Oh wait, there he is, talking with that random dude. Oh wait, now he's talking to someone else. Tell you what Joey, we'll meet you back at the house.
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more beer die. I think I just heard Gushee cursing someone out in the other room. Couldn't have been that bad though, didn't hear any furniture getting thrown.
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3 o'clock already. Jesus, where are we going to get more beer at this hour. HA! I hid a 30 rack in my room. Warm Busch beer, is there anything better?
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5 o'clock
skljnsdf laksdfn alkdfs sdf Think I'm going to go to . . as dasd zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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Good god who set off the bomb in my head? And my stomach? What time is it? Noon already? Is that a die hitting a table I just heard? Better get upstairs and check it out.
ugh
Maybe a quick nap first.
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Wow this room smells great. Let's avoid this mess and go get some Rat's. That's more like it. Then we can hit the store on the way back and get some beers to drink while we throw some shoes and figure out what to do tonight. Wonder what that's going to be.
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I almost, ALMOST, miss those days. Not sure I'd re-do it, but it was pretty fun while it happened.
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Time to go home, take a quick powernap, before cruising out to the store to buy either a 30-rack or a keg, depending on the amount of people that will be coming over later. Better pick up a 30 rack as well, just in case, for some late night beverages, you know. Better safe than thirsty.
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Alright, we got beer, we got some friends together, music's on, time for some beer die. Maybe some flip cup if there's enough of the girls around.
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Holy shit, it's 11 already. No wonder I almost fell off the porch last time I got up to take a piss. We gotta get our shit together if we're going to get up to the bar for last call. God knows "one more beer" for the Spaniard can take a good hour.
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Last call
Hey where the fuck did Tomazin go. Oh wait, there he is, talking with that random dude. Oh wait, now he's talking to someone else. Tell you what Joey, we'll meet you back at the house.
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more beer die. I think I just heard Gushee cursing someone out in the other room. Couldn't have been that bad though, didn't hear any furniture getting thrown.
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3 o'clock already. Jesus, where are we going to get more beer at this hour. HA! I hid a 30 rack in my room. Warm Busch beer, is there anything better?
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5 o'clock
skljnsdf laksdfn alkdfs sdf Think I'm going to go to . . as dasd zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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Good god who set off the bomb in my head? And my stomach? What time is it? Noon already? Is that a die hitting a table I just heard? Better get upstairs and check it out.
ugh
Maybe a quick nap first.
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Wow this room smells great. Let's avoid this mess and go get some Rat's. That's more like it. Then we can hit the store on the way back and get some beers to drink while we throw some shoes and figure out what to do tonight. Wonder what that's going to be.
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I almost, ALMOST, miss those days. Not sure I'd re-do it, but it was pretty fun while it happened.
Thursday, October 27, 2005
huh.. they have baseball in Chicago?
Color me fooled. I thought that the postseason stopped about a month ago when the Sox and the Yankees lost.
OK I'm lying, I watched an inning or two of the World Series. But seriously, I like baseball about as much as anyone I know, and this was World Series absolutely bored the fuck out of me. I know the games were close, but that's because they were close with suckiness.
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One more baseball note: I honestly could not care less if Roger Clemens comes back this year or not. I'm not sure how he went from being a fat fuck with a bad temper to one of the all time greats, but somehow he just kept playing, and playing, and playing, and all of a sudden he wasn't a sellout anymore. Interesting.
OK that's it for baseball. Judging by the amount of people that watched, nobody cares.
OK I'm lying, I watched an inning or two of the World Series. But seriously, I like baseball about as much as anyone I know, and this was World Series absolutely bored the fuck out of me. I know the games were close, but that's because they were close with suckiness.
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One more baseball note: I honestly could not care less if Roger Clemens comes back this year or not. I'm not sure how he went from being a fat fuck with a bad temper to one of the all time greats, but somehow he just kept playing, and playing, and playing, and all of a sudden he wasn't a sellout anymore. Interesting.
OK that's it for baseball. Judging by the amount of people that watched, nobody cares.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Crazy Yes, Wrong No
"The Bush White House is the most corrupt administration in U.S. history since President Warren G. Harding's" - Howard Dean
(http://pressherald.mainetoday.com/news/state/051023dean.shtml)
Howard Dean may be a madman, but he's not wrong this time.
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For those of you who couldn't remember their history classes (like , umm, me) the parallels between Harding and Bush are striking.
Well, it's good to see that someone in the Democratic party knows their history. Hopefully they can
(http://pressherald.mainetoday.com/news/state/051023dean.shtml)
Howard Dean may be a madman, but he's not wrong this time.
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For those of you who couldn't remember their history classes (like , umm, me) the parallels between Harding and Bush are striking.
- Once in office, Harding admitted to his close friends that the job was beyond him. (I wonder who Bush has admitted this to?)
- He allowed Andrew Mellon to push through tax cuts for the rich. (No comment needed here)
- Most historians regard Harding as the worst President in the nation's history. (HA!)
- Here is an article comparing Harding's administration and oil companies with Bush's administration and Enron.
Well, it's good to see that someone in the Democratic party knows their history. Hopefully they can
Monday, October 24, 2005
Speaking of Hurricanes...
Hurricane Homecoming has come and gone, and left behind some vague memories, hangovers, and good times. Oh, and a shit ton of dirty dishes.
Thought the day (Saturday) was going to get off to a drunker start than it did when Robinson and I ended up at the Blues Cafe for some lunchtime beers while the girls Pi Phi'd it up. After several Bud's the girls (the gf and Elizabeth) showed up, and we ate, and somehow made a ?wise? decision and hit the coffee for a bit, and watched a little Starsky and Hutch. As Robinson had never seen it before, this directly led to us saying "Do it." for the rest of the weekend. As you can imagine, we were beating the girls off with sticks all Saturday night.
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I'd love to tell a bunch of details about this weekend, but the important thing to know is that Robinson and I ended up with sitting on opposite couches, warring with mp3s. I started off strong with I'm too sexy, Fat Bottomed Girls, and a few others, but Robinson fought back, and eventually overwhelmed me with Um Skinny Bop. I had no response, and the battle of music was over. This time.
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Let's just say that the most productive thing that was accomplished Sunday was John and I making an emergency grease run to the BK for whoppers and bacon double cheeseburgers.
Thought the day (Saturday) was going to get off to a drunker start than it did when Robinson and I ended up at the Blues Cafe for some lunchtime beers while the girls Pi Phi'd it up. After several Bud's the girls (the gf and Elizabeth) showed up, and we ate, and somehow made a ?wise? decision and hit the coffee for a bit, and watched a little Starsky and Hutch. As Robinson had never seen it before, this directly led to us saying "Do it." for the rest of the weekend. As you can imagine, we were beating the girls off with sticks all Saturday night.
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I'd love to tell a bunch of details about this weekend, but the important thing to know is that Robinson and I ended up with sitting on opposite couches, warring with mp3s. I started off strong with I'm too sexy, Fat Bottomed Girls, and a few others, but Robinson fought back, and eventually overwhelmed me with Um Skinny Bop. I had no response, and the battle of music was over. This time.
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Let's just say that the most productive thing that was accomplished Sunday was John and I making an emergency grease run to the BK for whoppers and bacon double cheeseburgers.
Friday, October 21, 2005
Time for some optimism??? Or just time for some progress.
Johnson's pissed.
I hear you John.
Still, I'm not sure that proposing our government start an opium habit is going to fly in the red states. Although, to be honest, it seems like the pipe has been passed around there a bit too much already.
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Let's look back a bit. 86 years ago, women gained the right to vote for the first time. This marked the first time that over half the population could vote. Now, less than half the population doesn't vote out of apathy.
135 years ago, people were granted the right to vote regardless of race. (A whole vote, instead of 3/5 of a vote!)
5 years before that, slavery was abolished.
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Now, When was the last time any real progress was made? We live in the 21st century, and people are still discriminated against all the time, we just can't always see it as easily. We have no separation of church and state, nor do we have equal rights for all. Gay people aren't allowed to be united in a civil ceremony because, well, I guess I just don't know why. Couldn't possibly be because of religion.
Now the laws that are being passed are regressive instead of progressive.
In 1965 Lyndon Baines Johnson passed the Higher Ed Act, which was intended to provide access to college to people that were not able to access college without some assistance. These programs have grown into things like the Pell Grants, TRiO programs, Financial Aid, etc.
In 2005 George Bush the Dumber tried to cut out a large part of these bills, and has resisted efforts to reauthorize the bill. He is still trying to cut out sections of these bills to pay for his war in Iraq, and damages from Katrina.
This is what I call progress.
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We still have racism and prejudice in this country, but it is now based on things such as family income or mental/physical disabilities. Any wonder that "No Child Left Untested" doesn't allow for reasonable accomodations for students with disabilities? Students are being pushed out of schools because they are hurting percentages, instead of being given extra help because they don't fit an educational niche.
While I'm talking about prejudice, I don't want to imply that racism based upon color of skin has gone anywhere. Not to harp on an old subject, but I firmly believe that if the victims of Hurricane Katrina were white, never mind wealthy, we would have had them out of there the day before the storm, never mind had a reasonable response rate after the hurricane.
Agghh
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I'm disgusted with my country today.
I hear you John.
Still, I'm not sure that proposing our government start an opium habit is going to fly in the red states. Although, to be honest, it seems like the pipe has been passed around there a bit too much already.
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Let's look back a bit. 86 years ago, women gained the right to vote for the first time. This marked the first time that over half the population could vote. Now, less than half the population doesn't vote out of apathy.
135 years ago, people were granted the right to vote regardless of race. (A whole vote, instead of 3/5 of a vote!)
5 years before that, slavery was abolished.
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Now, When was the last time any real progress was made? We live in the 21st century, and people are still discriminated against all the time, we just can't always see it as easily. We have no separation of church and state, nor do we have equal rights for all. Gay people aren't allowed to be united in a civil ceremony because, well, I guess I just don't know why. Couldn't possibly be because of religion.
Now the laws that are being passed are regressive instead of progressive.
In 1965 Lyndon Baines Johnson passed the Higher Ed Act, which was intended to provide access to college to people that were not able to access college without some assistance. These programs have grown into things like the Pell Grants, TRiO programs, Financial Aid, etc.
In 2005 George Bush the Dumber tried to cut out a large part of these bills, and has resisted efforts to reauthorize the bill. He is still trying to cut out sections of these bills to pay for his war in Iraq, and damages from Katrina.
This is what I call progress.
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We still have racism and prejudice in this country, but it is now based on things such as family income or mental/physical disabilities. Any wonder that "No Child Left Untested" doesn't allow for reasonable accomodations for students with disabilities? Students are being pushed out of schools because they are hurting percentages, instead of being given extra help because they don't fit an educational niche.
While I'm talking about prejudice, I don't want to imply that racism based upon color of skin has gone anywhere. Not to harp on an old subject, but I firmly believe that if the victims of Hurricane Katrina were white, never mind wealthy, we would have had them out of there the day before the storm, never mind had a reasonable response rate after the hurricane.
Agghh
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I'm disgusted with my country today.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Baby steps, misc
Well, the sink doesn't leak anymore, and there is both hot and cold water, and there is still a ceiling in the kitchen. So, I guess all's well that leaves only a watermark.
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Got the shelves for the closet nailed together. Note that I said nailed and not glued. I had routed some lines for the shelves to fit into, but apparently I was drunk when I was cutting the boards, so only one fit. Nothing a rubber mallet and some will power couldn't fix though. Looks like there will be some caulking going on when those shelves get installed.
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At Robinson's recommendation, I bought "A People's History of the United States" the other day. So far, I can see what John was talking about when he said that he had to read a chapter, put it down, and go back to it because he got so angry. The introductory chapter deals with Columbus and the natives that he encountered/enslaved when he reached the New World. Hard passages to read. Hard reading, particularly to anyone who has any view of Columbus as a hero. So far, this seems like a must-read to anyone with any interest in revisionist history.
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My pops put in his notice of retirement as of January. Hard to imagine, but he's been at his job for almost 37 years. I wonder if that will be the case for anyone of our generation. It doesn't seem like I can even name anyone that's held the same job for 5 years, let alone 10. I know it's been expounded on by many, but it just doesn't seem like there's any loyalty on either side of the employee/employer relationship anymore.
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Next steps for projects on the house? While it's looking like the kitchen has moved up the priority scale, I was thinking it was time to put down some new baseboard in the dining room. Also, there are several bottles of wine in the wine rack that I was thinking could use some help. Oh, and my couch could use a nap with me too.
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Just got word of the arrival of two people that like to play with rocks and dirt, from West Virginny and somewhere on the other side of the world. Not sure Orono can handle either of them anymore, but then again, the Orono that they knew didn't have Naughty School Girl contests at the Bear Brew either.
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Got the shelves for the closet nailed together. Note that I said nailed and not glued. I had routed some lines for the shelves to fit into, but apparently I was drunk when I was cutting the boards, so only one fit. Nothing a rubber mallet and some will power couldn't fix though. Looks like there will be some caulking going on when those shelves get installed.
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At Robinson's recommendation, I bought "A People's History of the United States" the other day. So far, I can see what John was talking about when he said that he had to read a chapter, put it down, and go back to it because he got so angry. The introductory chapter deals with Columbus and the natives that he encountered/enslaved when he reached the New World. Hard passages to read. Hard reading, particularly to anyone who has any view of Columbus as a hero. So far, this seems like a must-read to anyone with any interest in revisionist history.
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My pops put in his notice of retirement as of January. Hard to imagine, but he's been at his job for almost 37 years. I wonder if that will be the case for anyone of our generation. It doesn't seem like I can even name anyone that's held the same job for 5 years, let alone 10. I know it's been expounded on by many, but it just doesn't seem like there's any loyalty on either side of the employee/employer relationship anymore.
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Next steps for projects on the house? While it's looking like the kitchen has moved up the priority scale, I was thinking it was time to put down some new baseboard in the dining room. Also, there are several bottles of wine in the wine rack that I was thinking could use some help. Oh, and my couch could use a nap with me too.
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Just got word of the arrival of two people that like to play with rocks and dirt, from West Virginny and somewhere on the other side of the world. Not sure Orono can handle either of them anymore, but then again, the Orono that they knew didn't have Naughty School Girl contests at the Bear Brew either.
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Home (dis)repair and other (mis)adventures
So the gf finally convinced me that having hot water in your bathroom sink is a good thing, so this weekend I decided to tackle the installation of a new faucet and drain in the sink. Now, I've done some plumbing before, but largely of the camp or pool variety. So, I decided that, instead of fixing what was broken, we would buy a whole new set up for 40 bucks and install that instead. Easier, right?
Well, it was. After some minor setbacks, (like the fact that I don't actually fit under the sink, and my hands were too big for several of the openings, and my left arm is a useless apendage so I had to do everything right handed,) I had everthing going nicely. Drain was draining, water was hot, etc. I was a little proud, I mean it wasn't hard, but at least I hadn't fucked it up.
So, let's quickly go over some of the differences between plumbing in camps, pools, and houses. The biggest difference? When you fuck up plumbing a pool, the filter loses it's prime. Big deal, run a hose, re-prime, bam. You're good to go. When you fuck up while you're working on plumbing at a camp, some rocks get wet. When you fuck up in a house, well...
Monday afternoon, after a halfway decent Monday of work, as I reach into the fridge, I feel an drop of water on my head. Ominous. As I slowly tilt my head up to see why it is raining inside, I am a tad bit surprised to see a bubble of paint in the sailing. With a drip of water coming down towards me. Mind you, this isn't a small bubble, but a c-cup sized bubble.
At about this time is when the gf came home. I haven't yet resorted to cursing or killing small animals yet, but that moment isn't far away. Fortunately, I am fairly easy to read when I am in this mood, so both the gf and the dogface are still around today.
To make a long story short, apparently I somehow stripped some of the valves while I was running the pipe from the water pipes to the faucets. Unfortunately, it was only a slight stripping (think pasties and a thong) so there was no visual or audial drip. Instead, the water trickled slow down the water line, pooling on the floor behind the counter, where it eventually seeped through onto the seiling in the kitchen, where it de-mudded the sheetrock on the ceiling.
So, let's just say that improvements to the kitchen have moved up in the timeline.
Remember this if you ever hear me recommending that anyone else buy a house.
Well, it was. After some minor setbacks, (like the fact that I don't actually fit under the sink, and my hands were too big for several of the openings, and my left arm is a useless apendage so I had to do everything right handed,) I had everthing going nicely. Drain was draining, water was hot, etc. I was a little proud, I mean it wasn't hard, but at least I hadn't fucked it up.
So, let's quickly go over some of the differences between plumbing in camps, pools, and houses. The biggest difference? When you fuck up plumbing a pool, the filter loses it's prime. Big deal, run a hose, re-prime, bam. You're good to go. When you fuck up while you're working on plumbing at a camp, some rocks get wet. When you fuck up in a house, well...
Monday afternoon, after a halfway decent Monday of work, as I reach into the fridge, I feel an drop of water on my head. Ominous. As I slowly tilt my head up to see why it is raining inside, I am a tad bit surprised to see a bubble of paint in the sailing. With a drip of water coming down towards me. Mind you, this isn't a small bubble, but a c-cup sized bubble.
At about this time is when the gf came home. I haven't yet resorted to cursing or killing small animals yet, but that moment isn't far away. Fortunately, I am fairly easy to read when I am in this mood, so both the gf and the dogface are still around today.
To make a long story short, apparently I somehow stripped some of the valves while I was running the pipe from the water pipes to the faucets. Unfortunately, it was only a slight stripping (think pasties and a thong) so there was no visual or audial drip. Instead, the water trickled slow down the water line, pooling on the floor behind the counter, where it eventually seeped through onto the seiling in the kitchen, where it de-mudded the sheetrock on the ceiling.
So, let's just say that improvements to the kitchen have moved up in the timeline.
Remember this if you ever hear me recommending that anyone else buy a house.
Friday, October 07, 2005
Willie
I'm not sure why I love Willie Nelson's music. I think a large part of it is that he is an "American Classic" whatever that really means. I like the fact that he sings about shit other than gang banging and whores, and that he's been around a bit. I'm in awe of him for somehow owing the IRS a gi-normous amount of money. But really, I think it's just that his music fucking rocks. If you don't agree, don't tell me.
So I decided to kill my lunch time on a Friday by trying to figure out which Willie song is the best.
City of New Orleans - This is a distinct possibility, but to be honest, the meaning of this song has shifted so recently that I'm not sure. A song that used to make me think about going home, cruising around on a train...Well... Those just aren't the thoughts that it brings to mind any more. So It'll have to be something else.
Crazy - Great song, and Willie wrote it and does a great version of it. Anyone who hasn't heard Patsy Cline's version of it might be tempted, but as it is, I have heard Patsy Cline's version and Willie's kind of... just isn't as good.
Always on my mind - Another great song, but I challenge you to think of this song without thinking of a guy who trades a super hot chick for a pair of jeans.
Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Cowboys - I actually think I like the name of this song more than the song.
September Song - This is a good song, but it's just a bit too slow. When Willie's at his best he's morose, and sad, but funny about it. The perfect example of that is;
Last Thing I Needed First Thing This Morning - I love this song, but I just haven't had any days this bad in a while. Still, I've always thought that this was my favorite song of Willie's, and am just finding out that right now anyways, it's not.
I'm embarrassed to admit it, but right now my favorite Willie Nelson song is On the Road Again. I'm looking outside right now, and it's nice out, the thought of a road trip is a nice (but unlikely) thought. I also get this sneaking suspicion that this song is just a bit closer to Willie than all of those songs about him being sad about this or that. I mean, he just doesn't look that depressed to me, and this is a fun song that screams DRIVE FAST. I suppose the amount of travelling I've been doing could factor in here, but I'm not sure. I don't really like to travel that much, I just don't mind it as much as some.
I dunno, but that's all I've got for today. I'll try to write some this coming week, but I'm away all week so I can't promise anything.
So I decided to kill my lunch time on a Friday by trying to figure out which Willie song is the best.
City of New Orleans - This is a distinct possibility, but to be honest, the meaning of this song has shifted so recently that I'm not sure. A song that used to make me think about going home, cruising around on a train...Well... Those just aren't the thoughts that it brings to mind any more. So It'll have to be something else.
Crazy - Great song, and Willie wrote it and does a great version of it. Anyone who hasn't heard Patsy Cline's version of it might be tempted, but as it is, I have heard Patsy Cline's version and Willie's kind of... just isn't as good.
Always on my mind - Another great song, but I challenge you to think of this song without thinking of a guy who trades a super hot chick for a pair of jeans.
Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Cowboys - I actually think I like the name of this song more than the song.
September Song - This is a good song, but it's just a bit too slow. When Willie's at his best he's morose, and sad, but funny about it. The perfect example of that is;
Last Thing I Needed First Thing This Morning - I love this song, but I just haven't had any days this bad in a while. Still, I've always thought that this was my favorite song of Willie's, and am just finding out that right now anyways, it's not.
I'm embarrassed to admit it, but right now my favorite Willie Nelson song is On the Road Again. I'm looking outside right now, and it's nice out, the thought of a road trip is a nice (but unlikely) thought. I also get this sneaking suspicion that this song is just a bit closer to Willie than all of those songs about him being sad about this or that. I mean, he just doesn't look that depressed to me, and this is a fun song that screams DRIVE FAST. I suppose the amount of travelling I've been doing could factor in here, but I'm not sure. I don't really like to travel that much, I just don't mind it as much as some.
I dunno, but that's all I've got for today. I'll try to write some this coming week, but I'm away all week so I can't promise anything.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Never home and other things.
So I have this house, with this dog, and this gf, and this yard, and plenty of unfinished projects. (Also, due to me falling asleep on the couch last night, plenty of dirty dishes.) With all of the travelling I've been doing recently, I'm starting to lose track of the simple things in the house. I mean, since the gf has moved in and rearranged things, I can never find out where any of the food is (the beer - I can find.) This I've just learned to deal with -- She is better at hiding things than I am. That's fine.
No, the things that I'm losing track of are much more fundamental than that. Just last night, I woke up in the middle of the night and almost went to the bathroom in my office. Oops. Try explaining that one to your boss: "Ummm nope, no idea why my laptop smells like urine. Must have been that damn dog."
Fortunately, I came to in time and made it to the bathroom. Of course, running through the house with your willie hanging out is at the very least undignified, so my ego feels like it has taken a small beating. Never fear, there's more ego where that came from, so I should be fine.
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Things I'm thinking about today:
1. Operation Offset - Or, Hey, let's not call off a stupid war that gets worse every day, let's cut programs that might actually help these displaced people. Fucking morons are running this country.
2. Does it scare anybody else that Bush is appointing one of his friends to be a Supreme Court Justice? And that she has no practical experience? Yes, she's better than I expected. But seriously, the parallel to this would be me being elected President and saying, you know what, I'm going to nominate Gushee for the Supreme Court instead of Avery. Jesus. The thought of Gushee on the Supreme Court is going to keep me up tonight, I just know it.
3. My toe itches, but if I take off my shoe to itch it I am going to stink up my office. Does this happen to other people?
4. Whatever happened to Sly and the Family Stone?
No, the things that I'm losing track of are much more fundamental than that. Just last night, I woke up in the middle of the night and almost went to the bathroom in my office. Oops. Try explaining that one to your boss: "Ummm nope, no idea why my laptop smells like urine. Must have been that damn dog."
Fortunately, I came to in time and made it to the bathroom. Of course, running through the house with your willie hanging out is at the very least undignified, so my ego feels like it has taken a small beating. Never fear, there's more ego where that came from, so I should be fine.
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Things I'm thinking about today:
1. Operation Offset - Or, Hey, let's not call off a stupid war that gets worse every day, let's cut programs that might actually help these displaced people. Fucking morons are running this country.
2. Does it scare anybody else that Bush is appointing one of his friends to be a Supreme Court Justice? And that she has no practical experience? Yes, she's better than I expected. But seriously, the parallel to this would be me being elected President and saying, you know what, I'm going to nominate Gushee for the Supreme Court instead of Avery. Jesus. The thought of Gushee on the Supreme Court is going to keep me up tonight, I just know it.
3. My toe itches, but if I take off my shoe to itch it I am going to stink up my office. Does this happen to other people?
4. Whatever happened to Sly and the Family Stone?
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