Old man yells at cloud
Don’t Box Me In
Stewart Copeland and Stan Ridgeway (1983)
The important part of Wall of Voodoo meets a third of The Police at a rumble(fish). This is one of those songs I always really loved, but that no one else ever seems to remember or think about.
Why, yes. Now that you ask, that big standoff/shootout in Pittsburgh yesterday was less than a mile from our prospective new house, and was actually going on at the precise moment I was at said house for the home inspection. I even had to pull over on the way to let a line of six cop cars with wailing sirens pass me.
Otherstream.com: your close-up source for breaking news. A day or so after it happens.
The inspection, by the way, went very well. Apparently, the place is in really good shape for a 105-plus year old house.
Upon reading this article, I’m not sure which is more frightening: the fact that there’s enough demand for methadone clinics in West Virginia that they’re operated as for profit businesses, or the fact that the state sees them as such a great potential revenue source.
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Weird Al Yankovic (1994)
I stopped by Ed McKay’s while I was out on some errands late this afternoon. I didn’t find any books, but there were some oddly obscure 12-inch singles in the bins that tickled my fancy.
There was a boy there who ticked my fancy, too. It was strange. He was not at all my type: a little chubbier than I usually like them. But he had a really dorky grin that I couldn’t resist. And he was looking at vinyl, too. We struck up a conversation about the Soft Cell 12-inch I had in my hand. He’s a fan, apparently. As it turned out, he was in town for a job interview at Kripsy Kreme, of all places. And he’s from Pittsburgh! Who could have predicted that? He was amazed to learn that Mark and I are in the process of buying a house there.
We talked for about fifteen minutes in the store. I really couldn’t get a feel about where he was coming from and what he was looking for. I sort of felt like I was being hit on, but I wasn’t really sure. I’m a little out of practice, after all. But he did keep telling me how much he’d like to hear the Soft Cell 12-inch.
So I invited him over to the house to do just that.
I was really nervous. Like I said, I’m a little out of practice. Mark is understanding about this sort of thing, so I didn’t think he’d mind if we got a little intimate. But I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. I needn’t have worried, though. We got back to the house, one thing led to another, and when I looked at that goofy grin and then took him in my mouth, I knew I hadn’t made a mistake. He was really sweet.
It was fun. I may meet up with him again this weekend when I go up for the inspection.
He let me snap a picture of him, and he said it was OK to use it on the site as long as I didn’t put it on the front page: