4.20.2006
Don't leave me hammin', I wanna be campin'!
Shhh...it's so quiet here. I wouldn't want to destroy the peaceful groove..
I haven't updated here in a while because, frankly, I haven't felt like it. I'm going to stop saying that...from now on, just assume that's the reason you haven't heard from the blogging-me...think of it as the perennial excuse...much like daylight saving time! Why? Don't ask! It just is....
But, hey...I'm feeling pretty good right now. Because...the annual camping trip is upon us!
And, boy-howdy, we're gonna have us some fun. The massive thunderstorms are rolling through the park area right now, leaving some awesome weekend weather for us.
So, yeah...that's it. I don't really have anything else to report right now, except for one thing...
In the sprit of the oft-celebrated stoner holiday 4/20...here's a story.
I've been sitting on the couch doing interweb related stuff and listening to my VAST music library (now that I've got my old stuff back, I'm up to 38.6 gigs of documented, legal, shiny, non-bootlegged (all of this, I swear) music...)
So...I'm typing away...You name it. I'm looking it up. Then, the B-52's "52 Girls" starts playing. Some of you have been subjected to my life-long rants about how the B-52's first album is one of the most spectacular pieces of pop music EVER..so, you may know how it gets my feet-a-tapping.
Well, in this case, it was actually my fingers...which I unconsciously reached behind me on the couch and started tap-tap-a-tappin' on the fuzzy, cute little muzzle of an unsuspecting Cat B.
She put up with it for about thirty seconds...then she started trying to nip at my fingers as they danced around her face. Mouth open, yet, too lazy to make any lunges or real bites...So, as my fingers were keeping beat, her head just did it's best to hunt them down. Yet, somehow, her jaw opened and closed at just the right moments..making it appear that she just could be singing along...
Anyway, the stoner point of this story is...as I kept doing this..I decided that, if Cat B suddenly found herself donning a Cindy Wilson-esc pink beehive wig...and Bojangles jumped on stage, laid a pair of kitschy glasses on her fuzz-face and assumed the character of a flaming-hot Fred Schneider...I could have my very own C-52s!
Yeah. The sad thing is...I don't need the weed for this idea to go through my head...although, I'm sure my previous experiences probably help.
I haven't updated here in a while because, frankly, I haven't felt like it. I'm going to stop saying that...from now on, just assume that's the reason you haven't heard from the blogging-me...think of it as the perennial excuse...much like daylight saving time! Why? Don't ask! It just is....
But, hey...I'm feeling pretty good right now. Because...the annual camping trip is upon us!
And, boy-howdy, we're gonna have us some fun. The massive thunderstorms are rolling through the park area right now, leaving some awesome weekend weather for us.
So, yeah...that's it. I don't really have anything else to report right now, except for one thing...
In the sprit of the oft-celebrated stoner holiday 4/20...here's a story.
I've been sitting on the couch doing interweb related stuff and listening to my VAST music library (now that I've got my old stuff back, I'm up to 38.6 gigs of documented, legal, shiny, non-bootlegged (all of this, I swear) music...)
So...I'm typing away...You name it. I'm looking it up. Then, the B-52's "52 Girls" starts playing. Some of you have been subjected to my life-long rants about how the B-52's first album is one of the most spectacular pieces of pop music EVER..so, you may know how it gets my feet-a-tapping.
Well, in this case, it was actually my fingers...which I unconsciously reached behind me on the couch and started tap-tap-a-tappin' on the fuzzy, cute little muzzle of an unsuspecting Cat B.
She put up with it for about thirty seconds...then she started trying to nip at my fingers as they danced around her face. Mouth open, yet, too lazy to make any lunges or real bites...So, as my fingers were keeping beat, her head just did it's best to hunt them down. Yet, somehow, her jaw opened and closed at just the right moments..making it appear that she just could be singing along...
Anyway, the stoner point of this story is...as I kept doing this..I decided that, if Cat B suddenly found herself donning a Cindy Wilson-esc pink beehive wig...and Bojangles jumped on stage, laid a pair of kitschy glasses on her fuzz-face and assumed the character of a flaming-hot Fred Schneider...I could have my very own C-52s!
Yeah. The sad thing is...I don't need the weed for this idea to go through my head...although, I'm sure my previous experiences probably help.
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Wait -- you think Schneider's gay?? I don't see it.
I've heard your rant before -- it's an "OK" album, and I guess like most people I don't mind "Rock Lobster" ... but it's never really done anything for me. I think it's because it was released in '79 (my birth year), and I've slowly come to the realization that I don't like most albums from then ("Fear of Music" comes to mind).
That said, the nice folks over at allmusic.com agree with you -- "The B-52s" is a five-star, AMG pick; plus, like almost half of the songs are reviewed. So much for my theory.
Have fun camping. Stay away from bears. If you happen to see one, stay calm, stay still. Ask yourself, WWSCD? (What Would Stephen Colbert Do?)
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I've heard your rant before -- it's an "OK" album, and I guess like most people I don't mind "Rock Lobster" ... but it's never really done anything for me. I think it's because it was released in '79 (my birth year), and I've slowly come to the realization that I don't like most albums from then ("Fear of Music" comes to mind).
That said, the nice folks over at allmusic.com agree with you -- "The B-52s" is a five-star, AMG pick; plus, like almost half of the songs are reviewed. So much for my theory.
Have fun camping. Stay away from bears. If you happen to see one, stay calm, stay still. Ask yourself, WWSCD? (What Would Stephen Colbert Do?)
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