Archive for December, 2002

From the mouth of a total stranger

Friday, December 13th, 2002

When a quiet middle-aged woman sits down next to you on a crowded train and remarks “I though you looked like a woman when I walked up behind you”, what is the proper way to take it? All I managed to do was chuckle a little and contemplate why she would even bother to tell me that.

Either I’m a real homely-looking woman with the wrong sex organs or I just got really long hair. ^_^

Who wants to be a Senator anyway when you can be a full time bigot?

Thursday, December 12th, 2002

By now you must have heard about how Senator Trent Lott opened mouth and inserted political career with the comments he made at the celebration of the 100th birthday for the living Muppet himself, Strom Thurmond. For the benefit of those living under a rock, here’s the quote getting his ass in such hot water:

“I want to say this about my state: When Strom Thurmond ran for president, we voted for him. We’re proud of it. And if the rest of the country had followed our lead, we wouldn’t have had all these problems over all these years, either.”

Of course, in ’48, Strom ran as a Segregationist in South Carolina. Nuff’ said.

Leave it to Jon Stewart and company to turn up some more heat on the subject while splitting my sides in the process. Last night they recaped the whole birthday affair, replaying the quote with Jon’s usual biting whit, and even managed to dig up actual audio of one of Strom’s speaches from his run at the Presidency, “N” word and all, and some comments from Mr. Lott which ring very close to the ones currently putting his ass in hot water made some 22 years ago. If the stupidity wasn’t so damn funny this would be a real tragedy.

(Aside: Check out the Daily Show video archives for some really choice clips. And keep an eye out for the Lott clip to show up. Trust me, it’s well worth the effort.)

Sound and fury

Thursday, December 12th, 2002

Strength can be a scary thing to see, especially when it’s fueled by anger and frustration. Case in point, last night after band practice. We had just finished up a whole two hour session of playing nothing but one song, over and over and over again (practice makes perfect, after all). It was cold and rainy out and Jesse, Brian and I were all looking to get home and relax. But as Brian started sifting through his pockets for his keys, I got the distinct feeling we were going to be out in that murky coldness for a while.

Unfortunately I was right.

Brian had left his keys in the truck and locked himself out. Everyone’s been there at one time or another, and no one ever likes the feeling. The studio owner was nice enough to lend us a Mag-Lite and some thick gauge wire to try and pick open the lock on the door to his truck, but as minutes began melting together, Brain was getting angrier and angrier with each failed attempt.

Finally the aggravation became too much and he hopped up into the bed of the truck and kicked in the sliding back window. Two swift kicks and shattered glass all over the cab had shown me a side of Brian I never knew before, and reinforced my belief that I never want to get on the bad side of the 6’5″ man we refer to “Big Truck”.

I’ve managed to lock myself out of my car numerous times, but never have I resorted to the smash technique to regain entry. No right or wrong is being painted here, just a simple comparison of attitude. Brain made it known that noting was keeping him out of that truck, and he kept his word by any means necessary.

Of course, he may just find a hide-a-key holder under his Christmas tree this year from a friend who’d like him to keep his car window budget down.

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Wednesday, December 11th, 2002

Puzzeled? Have a heavy mental burden weighing down on your mind? Try finding the answer over at the Meditation Chamber of the True Meaning Of Life. At the very least you’ll get some great smart-ass responces, and maybe even some wisdom to boot. ^_^

Some rock, some jam and some New Years plans….

Wednesday, December 11th, 2002

I spent Saturday night over at the Saint taking in the musical stylings of Confusion’s Prince and RANA with Don. I knew RANA was a great band and they certainly didn’t disappoint with their headlining performance, but their opener sure gave them a run for the money. According to the members of Confusion’s Prince, they had only played together for three shows. If that’s the case, then I can’t wait to see these guys again once they’ve got some miles under their belt.

As for RANA, I have yet to come away from one of their shows unimpressed. Chances are pretty good that I’ll be heading up to the big bad city to check them out at CBGB’s on New Years, with a late show by Dr. Didg also on the agenda. So it’s not Times Square when the ball drops, but at least I won’t have to fight the hordes just for the privilege of freezing in the cold of that concrete canyon. I’ll save that for another year. ^_^

(Thanks to Kelly for the info on RANA’s whereabout on Saturday as well. This show may have slipped by my radar otherwise.)