Joke of the Day

I'm front loading several updates to clear me for a while.

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So a guy goes to the doctor and the doctor tells him: "I've got really bad news. You have AIDS and Alzheimer's disease."

The guy says, "Well at least I don't have AIDS."

PSA

Working out hurts. That is all.

I'm as confused as you are

Twice in the same week, I know. The mind boggles.

Several times now I've wanted to share with my millions of reader a band for which I feel quite a bit of affection. Every time I try to write something I can never bring myself to post it because of some dumb reason I manufacture. I've decided it's because the quality of the band and the music is of such pedigree that I feel the need to write something on par with excellence; a task for which I generally consider myself unqualified. So I'm not even going to try:

This is the band. They're called the Drive By Truckers. I went to high school with/played in a garage band with one of the guitarists. They have a new album. It is very good. Finally, there is this song, which is the first song since "Sky Blue and Black" to bring me to tears.

Handle with Care, Vol. II

I have just enough time to pass on lethal doses of cute. These things just seek me out.

Screeching Halt

I apologize if you've been checking this space slavering for an update. It just hasn't happened in the last month. I can tell you why but it won't really make any difference. I have started working during the day time hours like a normal person. Generally that's not a huge problem but I'm still working in the evening time hours like a not-normal person. Furthermore, I've been picked up by a roving band of troubadours and they have forced me into actually practicing and rehearsing twice a week.

As if all that wasn't enough, we got cable a few weeks ago.

I think that pretty much sums it up. I will update when I find a time to do that kind of thing but it may be nothing more than a sentence or me bitching and complaining about how I need a foot rub.