I have the biggest afro cause I'm the frickin drummer

The same summer I spent everyday checking the mail box for my free mail offer Boba Fett, I was listening to some 8 tracks.

Scorpions Animal Magnetism
Rush Moving Pictures
Knack Get the knack
REO Speedwagon Hi Infidelity
Cars Candy-O
Boston Don’t look back

All later rockin’ my 8 track player, and later my 78 Cougar. I’d roll back the moon roof, and crank up the Scorpions dude.

Remember the Mr. Microphone commercial? ‘hey good looking we’ll be back to pick you up later’ I always knew that was lame line, even in grade school I could tell that the way to a woman’s heart was not shouting about picking her up through a car stereo as you drove by…just instinct I guess.

We were raised on Ronco, the thing that cut bottles into fine drinking glasses (turn that Lowenbrau into finery) the record vac, pocket fisherman..and all those great records ( I still have a bunch that Siva gave me) In fact the drinking glass was a huge player in my youth, every restaurant was always giving away collectable drinking glasses….weird. For a while we had all manner of Star wars glasses in the cupboard.

Man that’s how you know you’ve lost relevance, when you go around singing songs no one remembers. Like when my grandpa would sing Stormy weather, or a Phillip Morris jingle, we would all have this question mark for over our heads. I’ve become that guy, only instead of stormy weather, I sing the Ronald McDonald doll theme, or the Starland vocal band…advantage grandpa.

‘look who’s here it’s Ronald McDonald
a clown so dear..Ronald MacDonald
Ronald is fun
And with him you can clown around
Ronald MacDonald…most toy stores
Ronald MacDonald…

I rented that Ultraviolet movie from Netflix..uh not my bag buddy. Sure you can stare at Mila in half shirts and those eyes are great, but the flick is overly stylized, and corny. It all looks like a rock video or updated Tron. I kept half expecting to see Korn come out of the mist.


Oh well eff it man, let’s listen to the Escorpions!!!!!

turns out death isn't too good for him

I truly hate it when an address has a number letter combo.

For example;

1200 ridge view # H

#H?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Number fucking H!



3 words;

Sesame street bitches!


You would think after I’ve mused on this very blog that Ken Lay deserved death, I would feel bad now that he’s dead…..meh not so much.

I got sunburned waiting for the jets to land

When I try to respond to your comments, my space says I can’t respond because I’m not my friend or something. Oh well, it keeps me from feeling like I need to get in the last word anyway.

I’m turning my back on spray on sunscreen, I can’t seem to get it in the right concentration, and I end up with lots of red patches and stripes.

I need to start more sentences with the word lo. Lo, FC Dallas were rubbish once again.

I saw the Superman movie this weekend, and for me it was just aiight dog. I read they spent a lot of time on the set fussing over his package. Package mgmt was a big player, see they didn’t want his weenie to be noticeable either way. The didn’t want him to look like John Holmes, but on the other hand they didn’t want him to be noticeably well un-super.

Look in the sky, it’s a bird, it’s a camel toe! The end result? Well he’s kinda Malibu Ken. Guess Supes is more of a grower than a shower, and to this I can relate. I’m telling you it’s hard to watch that movie and not think about the cod piece.