On my ride to work this morning, I was blissfully gazing out my open window (70 degrees today - hi, beezlebubbles!) when I spotted a woman in her mid-60s standing on the sidewalk, waiting for a bus.

She was very short, around 5'2", and I first noticed her baby blue 3" heels with snazzy rectangular areas cut out on the sides. Her dark blue skirt was paired with a chanel pink jacket. Her short hair was ginger and set with rollers.

Underneath her jacket, she wore a fire-engine red shirt, and she had jauntily tied a matching scarf around her neck, the knot and loose ends positioned on the right side of her throat. She was smoking a cigarette and wearing sunglasses. She caught my eye and we both smiled.

A lady I know, Caroline, just came back from a holiday with relatives in the south. One of their friends told Caroline about her life.

Her mother's first husband decided to be a woman. She now is one. The grandchildren call her "Nandad."

Her mother's second husband murdered her mother. Strangled her.

The lady's own first husband had a very deep neurotic condition which made him absolutely petrified of dying. He would not go to sleep at night because he thought he wouldn't wake up. A famous television psychologist cured him of this condition. Three months later, he died.

The lady's second husband turned out to be gay.

Some people get all the luck, don't they?

Last night I saw the melvins with david yow at whirlyball (essentially bumber cars + jai alai) and I will say it is the best show I have ever seen. I will be posting a detailed entry as soon as I get the pictures to illustrate the insanity. I would like to thank Mr. Yow for baptizing me with copious amounts of sweat....you are a very smelly man and thus I was one as well.

This lunchtime, the fire alarms rang and we evacuated our building. This was the reason given to us via email:

The emergency evacuation was instigated by a maintenance engineer letting escape a small quantity of gas in the basement.

my mate zip just called to tell me that tom araya had been into his skate shop as he is in town. he then told me that he took him downstairs to the basement and showed him my bass. then he posed with it....LOOK!!!!!

Wow. Tom seems to have aged a lot in a short period of time.

But that's still very, VERY cool, thorr!

Today, while on the way to work, I drove by the halfway house for drug addicts on California + Logan Blvd. Across the street, stapled to the telephone poll, was a cardboard sign for a trash removal company that read:


GOT JUNK?
CALL 1-800-GOT-JUNK

Last night I held a whisky bottle that was autographed (and drank out of) by Keith Richards many years ago. I asked the non-drinking owner if I could have a shot. He said "Uh, no". Awww...

On Sunday, I was At Acton Park.


This should probably be in a Daytrips That Almost Sound Like Albums or a Physical Recreations of LP Titles thread, but....

Dudley wrote:On Sunday, I was At Acton Park.
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This should probably be in a Daytrips That Almost Sound Like Albums or a Physical Recreations of LP Titles thread, but....

it's your duty to take a magic marker and write a "shllac at" somwhere on this sign.



breaking news: snow has just started to fall, for the first time this season.
how i hate winter.
*bursts into tears*