Current Status

Trying to get motivated to box up stuff and load up the car, lamenting the fact that all available recordings of Bill Cosby, George Carlin, and Jerry Clower are in a box somewhere at the other apartment, and making the five-minute drive over there to grab one would be counter-productive. Life is hard. Maybe that Richard Pryor tape is still here.

The Cuervo Gold. The Fine Columbian. The Missile Defense Strategy.

Here's a weird one for you. Apparently, Jeff "Skunk" Baxter, formerly of Steely Dan and Moody Blues fame, is now some sort of anti-terrorism / missile-defense superfreak.

"We thought turntables were for playing records until rappers began to use them as instruments, and we thought airplanes were for carrying passengers until terrorists realized they could be used as missiles," says Mr. Baxter, who sports a ponytail and handlebar mustache. "My big thing is to look at existing technologies and try to see other ways they can be used, which happens in music all the time and happens to be what terrorists are incredibly good at."

Someday, I'm going to write an action movie. Maybe not any time soon, but someday. And someone like this is either going to be the hero or the villain. Holy crap.

Good news, bad news.

The good: I'm moving out of this shithole soon.
The bad: That means I'll be without internet, cable, phone, and other fineries for a while, and until then, I'm still in a stinky pit where there's no hot water and the bedroom can also double as a swimming pool.

Song of the Day

Blood for Blood - "Hangin' on the Corner"

Oh my sweet, sweet Jesus Christ
Another Saturday night
And I'm hangin once again
on my private little corner of hell
Little Mikey C. Just O.D'd
In the alley just a block away
Him and my little brother used to play
I watched the ambulance take him away
His mom's gonna take it hard
cause his dad just got locked away
for 3 ta 5
For a deal he felt he had to make
for his family to survive

I know the world can be so cold
I know the world is so cold

(I been) Hangin' on the corner
Hey hey hey !
I got nothing to do
And I got nothing to lose
Hangin, hangin' on the corner
Wasting away.
Another wasted night
Another bottle of booze, Alright!

And I know that no one cares:
I can see it in your empty stares
when I tell you these tales of woe
I tell you these tales of woe
because we really care.

I know the world can be so cold
I know the world is so cold

Hangin' on the corner
Hey hey hey !
I got nothing to do
And I got nothing to lose
Hangin, hangin' on the corner
Wasting away.
Another wasted night
Another bottle of booze, Alright!

Down past Hayes Square
is where the wealthy dine
where they laugh and drink fine wine
Well, two blocks over
is where the Sergeant died
in a hall of fire ( here we go ! )
on a warm summer's night
All you forgotten in the projects
I hear Ya'.
All you numbers in the cell block:
We care.
All you sweatin' in the detox:
We care.
To all you hoods that are dodgin' cops:
We care.
And to all you bleeding
from a broken heart
You know you've got a brother here.

Hangin' on the corner
Hey hey hey !
I got nothing to do
And I got nothing to lose
Hangin, hangin' on the corner
Wasting away.
Another wasted night
Another bottle of booze, Alright!

Hangin' in the corner.
Hey hey hey !
I got nothing to lose and I got nothing
ro prove to you.
Hangin', hangin on the corner, wasting away.
I pray my luck will change one day.
Some day.

Random quote from yesterday

"Don't blow it out your butt, or it'll burn."