I’ve got one hour to write and post this update. That’s assuming my shirt doesn’t need ironing… So, an hour, best case; if I have to break out the foldable platform, and fire up that big cloth-straightener, all bets are off.
Some of you will remember, a couple years back, the bizarre, tragic, and sad death of a regular reader of this site, a person who went by the name Blitz Krieg in the comments. He was funny and smart, and a part of our family here.
It sucked when he “died,” and we mourned his passing. But now there’s some pretty good evidence that the whole thing was a hoax. I don’t understand it, couldn’t even begin to start. I wanted to mention it here, but don’t plan to spend much time on it.
Some good news: the Surf Report is back in Google’s index. Yesterday, Ads vs. Reality was the number one result for “fast food” in the search engine. As I type this it’s dropped to the second page, which kinda bothers me. But it’s better than being banished altogether. A website doesn’t even exist, if it ain’t in Google. And that’s pretty much the troof.
Here’s some weird shit I wrote.
And this is part of a conversation I overheard yesterday (I swear it’s true):
Woman: “But the Jews don’t believe in Jesus, do they?”
Man: “Oh, I think they believe in him, they just don’t think he was all that.”
And it looks like the Eels (one of my all-time favorites) will be releasing ANOTHER album in January. Amazing. There was a four or five year gap between their last two albums, now they’re cranking out two in six months? Crazy, but I’ll take it.
Apparently E, the leader of the “band,” is going through a divorce, and wrote this album in a hurry, as catharsis. And that’s good news for us, because he seems to create his best music when he’s in pain. Not that I’m happy he’s in pain or anything…. You know what I mean.
Do you know of any great breakup albums? There are a few of ’em, entire records about the disintegration of a long-term relationship. A recent, really good one is 12 Angry Months by Local H. If you get the chance, check it out. It’s fantastic.
Sample lyrics from the album:
Give me my Zeppelin CDs, you know you took them, I know you did
Where’s my Pretenders record, you know the one, the one with Kid
Where’s all my AC/DCs, my Interpol, my Libertines
Where’s all my Kyuss records, you never liked them until you met me
Metten has added an update to his Mockable post yesterday, about the medical scare he’s experiencing. You can read it here.
Toney and I returned to a Mexican restaurant recently, a place we’d previously placed in the NEVER AGAIN! column. And it was really good. I’m glad we’re weak, and rarely stick to our culinary guns. Because it often works in our favor.
Perma-grudges are for suckers, especially when there’s enchiladas involved!
Have you ever caved and gone back to a business, any business, previously relegated to the NEVER AGAIN! column? Or are you more rigid than we are? Tell us about it.
And I know this is a weak effort, but I gotta go. I’m not sure when I’ll be able to update again, since my parents are supposedly coming. But I’ll do my best to sneak one in somewhere.
Have a great day, my friends.
See ya next time.