Whew...!

My love affair with the idea of owning an iPod is finally over. I'm grateful.

Dude, Fuzzy loves his. But the new ones, he says, are not as good a deal so look into what's the best thing.

...

I know it's a chunk of money, but I think I need an iPod.

Long time comin'

I've finally tired of PBJ sandwiches. It only took 30 years, I figure.
The suck part of this; mobile lunches that are cheap don't take too many other forms.

The thing about Spokane is that it can't ever get over its conflict about who it is. There aren't enough smart/hip people to keep really cool and potentially envelope pushing( for Spokane, at least) business, ideas, and events going for very long.
You have to pander to the idiot class to make anything work in Spokane, is what I'm saying, or do what you do so well-and with virtually no competition-that failure is nearly impossible. But without risk, there is no reward, and so why risk?
I like Spokane. I grew up there. But it's fucking boring all too often, and almost always plays to the least common denominator, with very few exceptions.
And that's why I'm glad I'm in Portland. Spokane would make me angry/depressed, and I've slept with too many women-they know me now.

Least Cool

Ever notice how the people who think they're the shit are the least cool. You'll find them at the 'New' hot-spot in town called Pubn'Club. It's actually kind of a clever idea. The problem is that it's antiquated and mediocre; welcome to Spokane, WA. The gist of it is that you open a bar, a simple and basic concept. Then you decide you're going to split the bar in half; one side pub, one side club. One side has pitchers of beer, pool and bright lights. The other side is club lighting, dance floor, and cocktails; add three or four black people -- and 'Funky Cold Medina' and you're fucking set. Club side: Pretend you're in a different city, mix up the race ratio a bit and add some dance music from this century and maybe you'd have something. Pub side: You've gotta have at least a halfn'half mix of micros and domestic on tap, dim the lights, put in a couple of pinball machines, a jukebox, some WOOD ( by which I mean trees), give up some popcorn or nuts and you might be on your way. Now look around and realize your next to the Satellite (which is starting to look good) and that your in the old Our Place. Go home.

difficulty

There are few things harder on my spirit as being acknowledged when I desperately want not to be.
Except, perhaps, not being seen when I'm asking for it.

grouchy old man

Oh it has been raining for far too long.
I'm having dreams about going to islands to visit my Dad, going to nowhere toy stores and getting old school Transformers. I was torn between getting Optimus or Ultra Magnus and Galvitron.
I'm pretty sure I woke up before I actually chose.
I feel chilled and tired and I'm horny and sober and GODDAMNIT something's gotta be done about this.
I think I'll take a nap and get drunk. 2/4 ain't bad.

It is

a two shower day.

So

It snowed a ton yesterday evening. Today everything is pretty and white and all the usual noise of the neighborhood is muffled.
I guess that's it. I can't get myself to give a damn about writing anything.

zombies, kill bill and god only knows what

I had dream last night, involving me and Dan C. going to see Kill Bill.(I haven't seen this movie)
We go-and the screen is in a drive-in style theatre, with the screen mounted on a small hill.
Then; the credits start, and I'm pulled into the opening of the movie.
The car I'm driving goes off a cliff. It embeds into a hill, at an abandoned house in Cali-very nice one-and zombies are after me.
It takes 3 tries-me attempting to escape, ending up in the house which is actually the cover for some kind of gov't ops thing, trapped in a hallway, while the corpses on the floor inflate from fishlike things in blue-white spacesuits to human zombie things in blue white spacesuits, then kill me, but a voice intervines "That's not how it happened" -before I stop going in the house and find the keys to the trunk of the car.
Pop the hood open, pull out a big pump-action shotgun, single barrel, and use it to fend off the zombies while I sprint for another hill.
A helicopter begins to circle. It's black with lots of people onboard, all in military regalia and they want to do Bad Things(tm) to me.
I leap into a ditch of sorts. It's like piles of leaves, but open on two sides onto a brilliant field of neon green grass with a bench, right in front of the field.
I play dead. The copter can't see me-and for some reason they cannot tell I'm alive.
buried in the dirt next to me; a sniper. I can see the sniper barrel and part of the scope sticking out from the dirt. Just over the dirt ridge; the White House.
Military people saying "We can't find the sniper; he must be gone." But I know he's there. Hasn't moved for days. Buried in dirt.
My shotgun has turned into a sniper rifle, I've noticed. I'm covered in filth.
The sniper shoots a target so far away I only see the pink figure fall.
Everyone goes batshit. I'm dead; I don't have to move.

Pop culture dreams are very, very weird.

Unwilling to repeat myself

So just click on the link to the left for my web site. The Nad Live one. 10/29 entry.
love ya'll.

From an article at Slate

Asked once by New Musical Express what his idea of heaven was, Smith replied, "George Jones would be singing all the time. It would be like New York in reverse. People would be nice to each other for no reason at all. And it would smell good."
link-
http://slate.msn.com/id/2090203/

Seems like you could do a whole hell of a lot worse, you know?
Seems like things should be a hell of a lot better, too.

Sunday

Kill Bill = Yes

Latest

Neil Young's album 'On The Beach' was just released on CD. It's cheap, and good. I can also recommend The Wrens 'Meadowlands', The Constantines 'Shine a Light', My Morning Jacket 'It Still Moves', and if you're reading this randomly, whoever you are, you MUST find and buy and listen to over and over and over again Broken Social Scene's 'You Forgot It In People'

And an early Christmas gift from Marty and Chad. Holy Crap! Thanks you guys. Now I only need to leave the house for fresh air and to not forget what trees are.

Sunday = Kill Bill

that's a lot of beer...

Yike.
Although, since I've been to the 'Fest(best drinking event, ever) I'm not surprised.
Next year, going for 7!

I enjoy this blog.

Meaning this one. Scroll to the September 28th entry 'Aura of Safety'.

Hark

I had some stuff to put here a couple of days ago but I was having log in difficulties. I don't remember the particulars.

What's new:

DJ Shadow ~ Endtroducing
My Morning Jacket ~ It Still Moves

Both very good albums.


Not much on my mind, blogwise, lately and I've been lazy.

southbound

That's too much fun. And evil too. Have I told you how much I love you?

Hell, let's mix it up with the Muppets too.

I get Grover.