And I miss you when you're not around...
I'm getting ready to leave the ground.
Oh, you look so beautiful tonight,
In the city of blinding lights...
I am tired. Didn't sleep so well last night, and then I had a hell of a day at work today. Without blowing my own horn (and "Blow Your Own Horn" was the title of a Not An Exit instrumental, for our old fans), I'd have to say that I'm the backbone of the technical support department these days, and today we lifted without properly using our legs. Ugh. With the aid of 20 ounces of Pepsi and Metallica's Garage, Inc., I think I'll stay conscious long enough to write'cha...
I feel badly for the people of New Orleans, I really do. Any survivor of a natural disaster has my sympathy. But my gut instinct with regard to the looters and worse taking advantage of the situation is that they should be given one chance to back off, then they should be shot. And I'm not a violent person. Don't get me wrong, those who are trying to keep themselves and their loved ones alive and safe should be excused for taking certain measures, but some of what's going on in the Big Easy right now is the same sort of behavior that Americans look down their noses at "Third World" citizens for. Shooting cops for trying to prevent looting? Attacking helicopters trying to bring food and aid? Are we living in the United States of America, or Somalia, or the Sunni Triangle?
Talking of decadence and turpitude, I was impressed with HBO's debut of "Rome" last Sunday night. I just might have to add a show to my short list of must-see TV. I couldn't help catching the reference to Julius Caesar's "illegal war," the same phrase I've used all along for Dubya's action in Iraq... Of course, if I do make a habit of watching "Rome," I'm going to have to start TiVoing "Family Guy" on Fox when it starts up again.
Closer to our own time, the New York Renaissance Faire was fun last Saturday. Barbara and I picked a good day to go, both weather-wise and capacity-wise; while it wasn't empty by any means, it was not as packed as I've usually seen it. On previous visits, I've purchased a rose made of feathers, and one made of leather, for Gina. I didn't see any new types to get my honey, but I did buy a princess hat for little Princess Hannah, which I'm sure she'll appreciate when they return from their latest travels. During an especially-long pause between acts in the end-of-the-day joust, I quipped, "Tune in next week for the thrilling conclusion of..." Guess I was louder than I'd realized, because a few people around us chuckled. Oh, and there were chuckles aplenty during the magic, comedy, and contortionism show of Bret Blackshear and Jayna Lee. Go hear Jayna giggle in the Box of Death if you can!
I'd much rather hear (and see) my pretty baby, of course... August marked two years since my first date with Gina (and Hannah), but as she's getting a lot of traveling and family stuff in during the school break, I haven't seen her in longer than I'd care to consider. And after the day I've had, I need a hug. She'll be back soon, though, and I'll have lots of stuff to give her then.
Can this really be the end of CBGB? Hilly Kristal, to whom any and all punk rockers should pay homage for not only allowing the Ramones to play his club but subsequently allowing all sorts of punk (and non-punk) acts to get onstage, has vowed to fight eviction, but I think he can only delay and not derail the final, unwelcome outcome. I haven't seen any shows in a long while, but maybe I need to get to CBGB one last time before it's... gone? Wow.
I must've devoted at least four hours total to reading some of Stephen King's "Dreamcatcher" on Sunday. I find myself reluctant to put his books down as a general rule, but Lyndhurst's librarian was right to tell me that this was a really good one. I still have some unread King to check out, and I want to re-read "Insomnia" in the wake of having finished "The Dark Tower," but I'm reading other stuff, too, and really enjoying Vonnegut lately. I just started Dickens' "Bleak House" yesterday.
The jury's still out on whether or not my signing up with MySpace was such a hot idea, but you can check out my accounts there (one as Andersen and one as Joy in the New), if you'd like; feel free to add me. Since I've had a Gmail account for a while now, I've also set myself up with Google Talk; of course, I seem to be the only person I know who has done so. Not that I chat online much these days anyway... but again, feel free to add rockstarandy if you use it.
I'll be 35 at the end of the month. "So what?" as Metallica is contemptuously querying from
my desktop speakers... So I'm going to get myself the 12-string, with some pecuniary input from my parents
and anyone else who'd care to chip in. A fairly reasonable salve for the mid-life crisis, wouldn't you agree?
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