Happy New Year!


I dare say many folks are glad to see 2008 come to an end.

Rather than dwell on the past 12 months, I’d like to look forward.  As a rule, I try my best to give God my hurts and my needs.  I also give Him my desires.  To Him belongs everything.  So, with that said, here are my New Year’s wishes for you, and Lord willing, my plans for me:

I wish you all untold blessings.
I hope that you all have a very healthy year.
It is my wish that you all experience more love than you could ever expect.
May all of your needs–financial, emotional, relational, and physical–be met.

I plan to make church a habit.
I look forward to (and hope for the blessing of) losing more weight and getting closer to my physical goals.

Happy New Year, everyone!

As always, thank you for stopping by and allowing me your company.  It is appreciated very much.  🙂


Rockology & Caption Winners

When I came home from the gym today, I kind of collapsed onto the couch and just mindlessly watched television for a couple of hours.  As I was channel surfing, I stopped on VH 1 Classics.  There was a British produced series about the creative process behind huge albums.  The two I saw were Queen’s Night at the Opera and U2’s Joshua Tree.

I love to watch shows like this, because I really love to see how talented people do what they do, especially if it involves music and/or dance.  I’ve been this way since I was I child, so I guess there is no changing me.  It is so neat to see the varied backgrounds and influences (especially in Queen’s case) of the musicians combined for such amazing displays of their talents.  (Yes, I tear up at concerts.  And yes, I teared up at the ballet.)

While watching the program on Queen, I was treated to first-hand accounts of how they tracked their vocals and how elements of music from Brian May’s childhood influences of Dixieland jazz and his dad’s banjo-ukulele contributed to what May brought to the band.  And as always, I was simply amazed by Roger Taylor’s vocals.  One of the things I liked most was to just sit and listen to them discuss the origins of the songs, and to also listen to how intelligent they are/were.  (Reminded me of the intelligence behind Iron Maiden’s music.)

My favorite song of this program (and one of my most favorite Queen songs) is  “You’re my best Friend” (Totally written by John Deacon, btw.)

The U2 program was interesting, too.  They discussed the highly influential nature of their producers (creative guys).  There was a discussion of the live element, the stories in the songs:  political/human interest events, and what they brought to the making of Joshua Tree.

I’ve only heard the album once in its entirety.  I was in Los Angeles at the time, and to me, it was the most fitting of environments to experience it.  I was a passenger in a car, on my way to a party.  It took us a good long time to get where we were going (work-related party) and I think we got lost a little, too.  I was with complete strangers aside from one friend.  It was slightly surreal.  I was watching the buildings as we drove by them.  Each song seemed to fit the skyline and the scenery, even the grittiness.

The one song that really takes me back to that day is “Bullet the Blue Sky.”  I see that scenery again, and I think now, as I so vividly remember thinking then, “This song is perfect for L.A.”  (I know it is about politics…whatever.)

(Opinionated Irishman alert.  Heh.)

(If you want to see who won this week’s caption contest, CLICK HERE.)

Chocolate tells no lies.

What Your Taste in Chocolate Says About You

You are sweet, mellow, and easily satisfied.

You don’t like anything too intense and dramatic.

Deep down, you’re a kid at heart… and you’re nostalgic for the past.

You are emotionally expressive and sensitive.

You’re effected by everything around you.

Your friends appreciate your open heart, but they are afraid of hurting your feelings.

You love the feeling of accomplishment. You enjoy doing what’s important.

You feel lost when you have to do frivolous tasks or hang out with shallow people.

Add alcohol, get idiot…I know from experience.

a-homerMini-mart Employee:  Sir, you need to pay for that soda or leave the store.

Drunk Dude:  Eh, I don’t think sooooooooo.  I want my soder (Wisconsin accent).

Employee:  Sir, you need to give us $1.57 for the soda or put it back and leave.

Drunk Dude:  From my cold, dead hands will you take this soda from me.

Employee:  Sir, the cops are on their way.

Drunk Dude:  Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp!  I don’t give a cheese head!  I think I’ll sit down, now.  The world is spinning a little.

Employee:  You only need to give us a $1.57, sir.

Drunk Dude:  But I has $70.  How can I give $1.57 if I only haaaassssss $70?

Employee:  Quick!  Somebody stab me in the eye!  NOW!

Drunk Dude:  (Officer enters)  Helllllllooooo Mr. Plissssoff-hiccup-icer.  How may I halep you?

Officer:  Pay the store the $1.57 you owe them or go to jail.

Drunk Dude:  You’re out of order; this whole dang court is out of order!  Atticus Finch!

Officer:  Sir, it’s “Attica,” and you need to come with me.

Drunk Dude:  Yippeeee!!!! Where we going?

Officer:  We are going to go on a ride with bright red and blue lights that ends with a trip to a room with a door with bars on it.  Sound like fun?

Drunk Dude:  Yaaaaaaaaay!  Can I has my soda?

Officer:  If you pay them $1.57 for it.

Drunk Dude:  Nope.  Ain’t gonna do it.

Officer:  Well, then, let’s go for our ride.

Drunk Dude:  Can I get a burrito for the road?

Officer:  Oy.  You have the right to remain silent…

(H/T:  NBC 10)

So, how was your morning?

a-bangI was sleeping, soundly, when all of sudden BANG!  I live next to a major highway and I thought maybe someone took down another light pole (happened last week).  Nope.  Then I hear my mom’s frantic voice on the phone.  Damn.

Apparently, stuff had been happening for a little while and it was a second loud bomb sounding bang I heard.

It was the cops, with dogs, some of the cops dressed in SWAT-like gear.  The particular apartment in question, across from mine, has had a few visits the past few weeks…by heavily armed cops and undercover folks.

One of my cats is still hiding in a closet.  My mom almost had a stroke (not even kidding on that one).  I really don’t feel like going out.  A few days ago, a visitor to that apartment gave me a wicked-ass look that made me feel a bit ill-at-ease.

I have to go see Pinboy, now.  I can’t wait to move out of this place.

There’s no sound to go with this, but the bang at the beginning sounds familiar.