Old man yells at cloud
Two weekends ago: Plans ruined by car trouble.
Last weekend: Nice visit with emotional undertones.
This weekend: Lots of homework.
Next weekend: I may just sort of watch movies and not react to them (or the world) in any way whatsoever.
Five weekends from now: Shuffle off to Buffalo and points north (and west and east).
Gary Shane and the Detour
Johnny’s Coal Train (1982)
One of those great songs from my college radio years that almost no one seems to remember. Which is a shame…
For some reason, I seem to be getting Time Warner Cable’s New York news channel on cable this week. I assume it’s related to the upcoming anniversary–they seem to be running lots of special programming–but it’s kind of a nice change of pace watching their morning news rather than the perky morons on Fox 8.
Yeah, I have to pretty much agree. It is damned near impossible to look sexy (or even to look like you want to be taken seriously) with a standalone moustache. Not completely impossible, I guess, but damned close.
I once briefly considered doing a blog featuring photos of preposterous facial hair. This was many years ago when I still lived in San Francisco–fertile territory for such things, what with all the hipsters and bears roaming around off-leash and cross-breeding. I got as far as scouting domain names. Should’ve rolled with that. Might have been fun.
I rather enjoyed this little exercise in creative writing and decided it deserved to be expanded into a new “about the site” page.
I’ve been thinking lately that my life the past few years bears a striking resemblance to The Doris Day Show, with a pretty major format change every year. This seemed a little more entertaining way of saying that than your average self-indulgent navel-gazing post. It also meshes nicely with the fact that so many big events in my life tend to occur in fall or during sweeps.