Blogging is Sorta Like Sex…

May 29, 2008

If you go without doing it for too long, you start to get uptight about not doing it and worrying about whether it’ll be good enough when you actually do do it again and whether anyone will ever want you to do it again so you finally decide to just get off your ass and do it again and when you do it’s usually pretty sloppy and over too quickly.


I Guess 10 Days Since My Last Post Is a Little Scary

May 19, 2008


Just kidding.

Unexpected Blogging and Twitter Benefit

May 9, 2008

I was listening to “This American Life” last weekend, (yeah I’ve got a yellow-dog liberal streak down my back, screw you, righties!) and David Rakoff told the story about Vinny Ricardo, who was found dead in his New York apartment after mummifying for over a year. Tragically, with the television on.

It got me to thinking, I pay all my bills via electronic transfer. My doctor and my dentist know that I’m responsible enough to make my own appointments on a regular schedule. The folks where I work know that I’d just as soon disappear to my cabin in Sewanee some day forever anyway and catch up on forty years worth of reading and bird watching. After I finished negotiated the sale of the remaining assets from my father’s estate for the family I haven’t heard “boo” from my brothers, other than to hear through the grapevine that they are apparently doing well, which I’m happy about. (Love ya’, bros. Gimme a call sometime!)

So if RUABelle were to get fed up with my shit someday and add some Red Devil lye to my coffee instead of milk or cream, I wonder how long it would take for somebody to really notice I was missing. I mean, we’ve got enough pet carriers to pack up both dogs and both cats, and she does own an SUV and a set of keys to the cabin.

Then I thought of and Twitter. Y’all might notice my absence after a couple of weeks. So if I take a hiatus, don’t assume it’s writer’s block. Poke me or nudge me or superpoke me or whatever the hell the latest technoterm is, but for God’s sake, don’t leave me dead in the recliner watching election coverage!


May 8, 2008

In yet another example of egosurfing, apparently Bruce Jenner has found a reference to himself on NewsComa’s blog and left a short comment. The only celebrities to grace the comment section here at have been George Goldtrap and the children of Bob Lobertini. We’re certainly not talking A-listers here.

Being the suspicious mind that I am, (I’m caught in a trap. I can’t walk out.) I clicked through the link on Bruce’s comment to verify his identity at his website. That’s where I came across this:

Holy crap, Bruce! Botox much? Which part of that word doesn’t scare you? BOtulism or TOXin?

Happy Gotchaversary!

May 6, 2008

Not only is today the 2nd anniversary of the bodacious Jag and her beloved CookinBoy, but I can’t believe it’s been two years since this little bundle of neuroses came into our lives.

I hope we all celebrate both these auspicious occasions for many years to come.

The Artist Formerly Known as Big Brother

May 5, 2008

Well, it finally happened. I got my first “Cease and desist” request regarding my internet content. Yeah, I’m banned in China and apparently is rated PG-13, but I never thought I would piss off his Royal Badness, Prince.

The YouTube video that I posted from our New Years Eve in Vegas has been taken down. Apparently, The Purple One has been on a rampage to protect the copyrights of all usage of his music and image in the intertubez. He’s taken it to the point where he’s gone after a short video of an 18 month old baby dancing while “Let’s Go Crazy” plays in the background. Scheming little pirate baby!

But the video I shot wasn’t of Prince. It was of Morris Day. And it actually wasn’t even Morris day. It was a Morris Day impersonator! And he wasn’t even singing any lyrics. He was dancing!

This whole thing brings to mind another little clip I found on YouTube.

Help I’m Being Repressed!

These Neighborhood Preservationists Can Be So Touchy

May 2, 2008

I was reading about the ongoing controversy roiling around the construction of country stupor-star John Rich’s massive McMansion which is currently being shat upon Love Circle.

Trying hard to get beyond the fact that to me Big and Rich represent the worst thing that can possibly happen to a couple of good songwriters whereupon they become caricatures of themselves (e.g. wearing a big floppy hat and wearing t-shirts with the name of your OWN band whenever you appear in public), I thought that the journalistically ethical thing to do before I commented on the project was to check out the designs at the builder’s website.

Here’s what I found.  (I’m not kidding.  Go here!)

Doesn’t look so bad to me.