Thursday, August 17, 2006 Video crack for the soul

Are these guys not men? No, they are DOVE, the band of love. For a time they were the opening act at DEVO gigs. Hey, wait a minute, These guys sound really familiar - you don't think...

Saturday, August 12, 2006

Turn Every Party into A Peckinpah-ty!!!

I found this on . It is a comedy sketch about a board game based on the Peckinpah flick Straw Dogs. If you have seen any of the man's films this is pretty funny.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Profile of the Blogger as a Complete Smartass

I added a profile section to the blog because I read somewhere that I needed one. I hate these things because I don't know what to include. There are sections for favorite music, favorite books and favorite movies but no predetermined sections for favorite foods, favorite drinks, or favorite activities. I'll work on tweaking the profile later; any suggestions?

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

My first set of picks

Oh I can't tell you how much I wish that this was a real product! The link goes to the photoshop contest titled misfit toys 2 on Some of the other entries are pretty funny too. Thanks boingboing!

Friday, August 04, 2006

Smells Like Free Chapel

I went to Books-A-Million In Gainesville Ga today as I needed a bookstore fix and this seems like the only game in town these days. As I was walking out I almost bumped into a family of four coming in. These guys were really white and really clean cut looking folks - like people out of an old Saturday Evening Post cover. I overheard the following bit of conversation:
" Hey, It smells like Free Chapel in here!"
" Yes Honey, It does smell like Free Chapel"

For the rest of the day I had the song in my head:

" Well the last church that we prayed in"
"Smelled a lot like Books-A-Million..."

Yes. It was stupid and contagious.
Thanks Nirvana.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Rest In Peace Laura Carter

I don't fuck much with the past
but I fuck plenty with the future...
Patti Smith

A long time ago I lived in Athens Georgia and associated with a ... let's just say "rougher" crowd. I had a great time and have no regrets - well just a few. I lost contact with a lot of friends and acquaintances since then and I still miss some of them. I cleaned my act up, moved 200 miles away and became a parole officer in 1989. This series of events seemed to be the end of the world at the time but in the long run it probably kept me from developing problems with substance abuse and the local law enforcement.

I ran across a familiar name in a criminal justice oriented database a few weeks ago. A small time drug dealer I remember from back in the day is apparently living the same lifestyle as he did 20 years ago. I feel bad for the guy because as old, fat, and boring as I feel sometimes at least I can say that the problems I face are new ones. My small child sees that I experience new joys and challenges on a daily basis. When I became a father I experienced what a believe is the closest feeling of a true baptism as I am likely to experience. I moved out and moved on but every now and then I look back.

After this discovery I used google to look up some of the folks who traveled in the same small circles as this guy and myself and found that Laura Carter of the Bar-B-Cue Killers passed away a couple of years ago. David Barbe (formerly of Mercyland) wrote a very cool remembrance in Flagpole Magazine .

If you ever met Laura you have a story about her and chances are it is a story you will never tell your parents or your priest. She disrobed on stage frequently and would go to great lengths to shock anyone she could by whatever methods it took. I never saw her produce Mardi Gras beads from her vagina and throw them into the crowd but that is a popular legend and I do not doubt it for a second. She formed a band called Felch and posted a graphic flyer depicting said activity all over downtown Athens. The funny thing about her though, and the one thing I remember most is that she was a very generous and kind person... as long as you pretended that you didn't notice. When we worked together for a summer at the University of Georgia physical plant, she would often bring tomatoes or other food to share with her coworkers at lunch Yet, whenever I thanked her for anything she responded by calling me a faggot. I soon learned that this word was a term of endearment as far as she was concerned.

That is her picture on the cover of the Athens, Ga Inside/Out VHS or cassette box. The photo has since been replaced with one of some other guy who used to hang out in Athens. A lot of people try to be Iggy Pop but on one of Laura's good days back then I bet Iggy would have killed to have been her. Rest in peace.

World Of Geeks

Bedtime for the small child also means story time. I usually let her pick the book which means I face a steady rotation of Scooby Doo, Madeline and Dr Seuss. Some nights she wastes too much time deciding upon a story and I play an evil game wherein I pretend that I will choose the reading material. Then I reach for something that she will hate and start reading aloud (the Old Testament is perfect for this game).

Last night the small child hesitated and I went for the H.P. Lovecraft.

"The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity...."

At this point, the small child interrupted with a shout of "Daddy, YOU live in a world of GEEKS!"

She thus won the game. Pretty astute observation for a five year old too.