I've never felt so strange
Standing in the Jersey rain
Thinking about what an old man said
Maybe I should call me an ambulance
"The Patient Ferris Wheel" by The Gaslight Anthem
Friday afternoons in the summer can feel like Mayberry, U.S.A. Nothin' goin' on, nowhere to go to ... just another sleepy, sunny Friday afternoon in the Northeast with the Ramones playing on the radio. A rainy and dank June made the best among us reach for the anti-depressant medication, made me reconsider a move to Scotland or Ireland, and left most of us sedated.
Not as sedated as the King of Pop resting in state, but June was an agonizingly tough month of rain, and more rain, and then a little more rain and then some more rain. If I didn't know any better, I would have believed it was an ingenious plot by North Korean operatives to seed the clouds of the Northeast in a covert attempt to turn the area into a sea monkeys experiment. Astonishingly enough, moss started growing underneath my chin, which has provided me with a built-in GPS system.
North Korean Cloud Seeding Conspiracy
To The Friday Fish Fry
President Obama met with the Pope today. I wonder if the President gave the Pope signed copies of his literary works. If you're tired of the Good Book, Padre, try these with a glass of milk before you roll down the papal sheets.
Summer days are perfect for a beer at noon or 8:00 am. Nothin' like a lazy day, summer beer buzz to cure the rainy day June blues.
The Cards played the Cubbies in an afternoon affair at Wrigley Field. The Cubbies lost 8-3, but everyone in attendance was a winner. After the game, I wonder if a diehard Cubbies fan wearing a Shawon Dunston throwback jersey stopped at Murphy's Bleachers for a refreshing draught of cold suds.
Mr. Dunston
Remember when television used to broadcast images? Now, it appears television programming is one big crawl at the bottom of your screen. There are crawls on top of crawls, crawls at the top, crawls at the bottom and less screen space for what is being televised. When will a clever television executive come up with a fresh, Old School No-Crawl Zone cable television channel?
Do we need hourly crawl updates on Brett Favre's move to Edina? Even the Steve McNair murder-suicide couldn't move Favre off the ESPN crawl.
After suffering through the doom and gloom of June, a biosphere does not seem like such a bad idea. I've always wanted to have sex in a biosphere. How many people can lay claim to that?
Can you blog in a biosphere? Sheridan - Bringing The Blogosphere To The Biosphere!
Fresh blueberry pancakes smothered in real maple syrup make a Saturday summer morning spectacular. (I'm starting to salivate. I do the same thing when I daydream about a Super Carnitas Burrito from Anna's Taqueria. Is this a Pavlovian or Homer Simpsonian response?)
Grant Hill decided to stay with the NBA's Phoenix Suns and not move across the country to join the Boston Celtics. Just a weird feeling, but I'm thinking Grant would rather spend the winter in Phoenix than enjoy a delightful December in Boston.
The Tour de France got very interesting in today's Stage 7 set in the Pyrenees. Is Alberto Contador the top dog with Team Astana or will Lance Armstrong muster one final push to overthrow his own teammate, Contador? Cycling fans haven't seen anything like this since the golden days of Bernard Hinault and Greg LeMonde.
On a recent rainy afternoon, I went along with a friend, Matty Ha! Ha!, so he could purchase a new car. At the exact, same moment, we both had the epiphany that the car salesman thought we were a gay couple. I glanced over at Matty Ha! Ha! and he couldn't stop himself from stifling a well heard snicker. I wonder if the car salesman thought I was a top, and Matty Ha! Ha! was a bottom ... or vice versa. I realize those are sort of outdated concepts in today's young gay world, but inquiring minds want to know!
Matty Ha! Ha! does have a ticket to see the touring production of "Rent." Not that it means anything, of course.
"The Patient Ferris Wheel" by The Gaslight Anthem
