It’s April 29th. On May 29th, I’ll be 30.
You’re all invited to come wish me well at Blueberry Hill in St. Louis between 8 p.m. to 12 a.m. that night. It’s not formally organized…I’ll just be there. You don’t have to bring me any gifts (in fact, I’d probably prefer you didn’t). You don’t have to buy me any drinks (and you WILL NOT be permitted to buy me any shots!). Just come on by, wish me well, and feel free to hang out and have a burger or go to Vintage Vinyl or whatever. I’ll post occasional reminders…but consider this your invitation. Probably works best if you actually know me…but whatever…it’s a public place and they’ll welcome your money. (Oh…and it’s 21+…so don’t try to bring your kids.)
So that’s it…I’m 30 in 30 days. Should be fun…
…now, I’m off to compose my bucket list…
I missed lunch today. I ate once I got home, but now it’s 1 a.m. and I’m hungry. A lot of stuff’s closed…and as such, I want all of those things. So here is a brief list of foods that sound really, really good right about now.
- A nice steak…maybe a prime rib.
- A really thick, juicy burger. (Actually, that’d sound good any time of day.)
- Club sandwich
- Peel-and-eat Shrimp
- Hot links
- Spare ribs
- Biscuits and gravy (Which I COULD get, but Waffle House at 1 a.m. on a Tuesday/Wednesday just seems sad.)
- A Reuben
- Big Pretzel (Gus’s or other)
…and so on…
My song of the moment:
- Pale Blue Eyes – The Velvet Underground
I’d just like to remind everyone of something that’s in the Bible. It’s a passage that I heard a LOT between 2000-2008, but that has somehow fallen out of common use since late January of 2009. It goes like this:
Everyone must submit himself to the governing authorities, for there is no authority except that which God has established. The authorities that exist have been established by God. Consequently, he who rebels against the authority is rebelling against what God has instituted, and those who do so will bring judgment on themselves. For rulers hold no terror for those who do right, but for those who do wrong. Do you want to be free from fear of the one in authority? Then do what is right and he will commend you. For he is God’s servant to do you good. But if you do wrong, be afraid, for he does not bear the sword for nothing. He is God’s servant, an agent of wrath to bring punishment on the wrongdoer. Therefore, it is necessary to submit to the authorities, not only because of possible punishment but also because of conscience. This is also why you pay taxes, for the authorities are God’s servants, who give their full time to governing. Give everyone what you owe him: If you owe taxes, pay taxes; if revenue, then revenue; if respect, then respect; if honor, then honor.
-Romans 13:1-7 (New International Version)
…so yeah… Just based on some of the comments I’ve seen from “Christians” on Facebook lately, I thought it was time to blow the dust off that particular scripture.
My song of the moment:
People tend to think I’m weird for preferring winter over Summer. (Actually, my favorite time of year is Fall…but that doesn’t last very long in St. Louis, much like Spring…) So, just to be clear on it, here are some reasons that I don’t like Summer and/or DO like Winter. Why? Because I’m CLEARLY out of ideas of what else to write on the blog!
- I’ve got allergies. Spring/Summer sucks for allergies. I spend pretty much March through late-September or early October walking around in a fog with itchy eyes. Not so in Winter.
- No tornadoes in Winter. (At least not usually.) Whereas the tornado season seems to have officially started TODAY with even a local mall freaking out and making people evacuate some stores to move to the mall’s center.
- I’m a sweaty guy. I don’t think it’s overly horrible, smell-wise…but I sweat a lot, particularly from my forehead. That makes Summer suck hardcore. Ever wonder why I always wear a straw hat in Summer? That’s why. It’s an attempt to keep sweat out of my eyes, while I’m outside.
- I can’t STAND baseball. And it frequently pushes my favorite shows off air or makes them start really late…plus people give you a TON of crap for saying that you don’t like baseball, especially in St. Louis.
- I don’t sleep well when it’s hot…and I wake up even worse. Being a sweaty guy in the first place, when it’s over about 70-75 degrees while I’m sleeping, I sweat while I’m sleeping. I often wake up with the back of my shirt, right around my neck, damp. If that weren’t bad enough, I also get a little dehydrated in the process, too, so I’ll wake up with a pretty bad headache and a deep need for water or juice. That sucks. People don’t GET how much that sucks. (Doubled by the fact that I sleep badly in the first place…all that just makes the insomnia worse, as well.)
- I look much better when I can dress in layers. So much so, in fact, that I often dress in lightweight long-sleeved shirts with the sleeves rolled up, even in Summer. And people seem to think that’s weird…
- I love shellfish…and none of the Summer months have an “r” in them.
- I’m going to go ahead and mention the tornadoes again. That’s a pretty good one.
- When you’re cold, you can put on more clothes or a blanket. When you’re hot, you can’t get much more naked than naked, and usually you can’t even do THAT without getting arrested.
- In Winter, the temperature being too cold and there being snow on the ground are perfectly legitimate reasons for being late to or missing work…but Summer has no equivalent.
- The air conditioner in my office isn’t very good. That one’s specific to me, I know…but I feel it’s valid. (Which reminds me…I need to buy a desktop fan one of these days…)
- Outdoor concerts suck. The sound is bad, the seats are sticky, there are bugs, it might rain…and the really good bands always seem to want to play the outdoor venues.
- …and good Lord, the bugs! Spiders start showing up…that’s terrible. (I’m terrified of spiders almost to the point of paralysis.) How can ANYONE prefer a temperature that’s acclimate to spiders?!?
- My back hurts. That doesn’t have anything to do with Summer…but it does bug me.
- I’m a little-bit of a homebody. I like to stay in and watch TV or a movie. When it’s cold, “I didn’t feel like getting out in this weather” is a perfectly valid excuse. People don’t let you slide with that one in Summer though…which I think is unfair! There are MANY or us who are uncomfortable in heat…why can’t WE use the same excuses those freaks who don’t like cold use?
- Gas prices go up in Summer, just in time for your already-too-expensive vacation.
- EDIT: Oh yeah…and camping sucks, too…
…and so on…
- Doctor Who – Episode 2 of the new series comes on in about an hour…so now I’m watching the re-run of last week’s show.
Here’s some stuff from in my noggin’.
- Finally caught up with this season of “How I Met Your Mother.” I’ve only been about 4 episodes behind, but a lot can happen on that show in 4 weeks (not as much as on “LOST,” but whatever…). It’s still one of the funniest shows on TV, even 5 years along on a premise that could easily wear thin, but somehow doesn’t. The show’s got an expiration date built in, and I think it’s getting close. Sooner or later Ted HAS to meet the mother, after all… But I’m hoping we’ll get another year or two out of it. If they gracefully bow out at the 7-year-itch, I’ll be cool with it, as long as the mother doesn’t turn out to be whoever the flavor of the week pop-singer is (looking at YOU, GaGa).
- My new phone’s working out pretty well. It’s highly customizable and if you plug it into your computer, it pretty much serves as a flash drive, which is handy. Plus, I seem to have a video-record function that is only limited by the memory space on the phone…which may come in handy the next time DBT is in town. (Before anyone shakes their finger at me, DBT encourages their fans to record the shows.)
- The new Rufus Wainwright CD has grown on me a LOT over the past couple of days. It’ll be a GREAT rainy-drive-to-work CD in the future. (Maybe tomorrow? I hear we might get a storm tomorrow during the commute…)
- You may have noticed that I’ve been trying to put my posts into categories and add “tags” at the bottom of the posts. I thought that’d be handy for keeping the blog better organized, but then I found out that clicking on that stuff only takes you to other blogs on WordPress that are discussing those topics. So that seems kind of useless to me, since I really don’t care how many complete strangers read my blog (I mean, it’s cool if they do…but I’m not actively promoting it for that purpose). So I’m going to stop doing that. Seems like extra effort for something that really isn’t a goal of mine in the first place.
- Speaking of goals of mine… If the Democratic National Convention comes to St. Louis, I think I’m going to try to go to whatever I can. It’s a life-goal of mine to meet a sitting President, preferably one I voted for. As much time, energy, and money as I’ve poured into the Obama campaign, it’d be really cool if it were him. As I’ve said in the past, I kind of think of him as my generation’s Kennedy…and who wouldn’t have wanted to meet Kennedy? (Well…except Lee Oswald, I guess…)
- Food for thought… If you HAD to…like MEDICALLY had to… Which member of the “Golden Girls” cast would you make out with—just maybe to like second base? (And yes, I know that a couple of them are dead…but I’m talking about when they were alive.) Me? If we’re talking about the actress, then Betty White, because she seems nice. If we’re talking about the CHARACTERS on the show, then I’d go with Blanche…that horny old broad probably knows a thing or two! (Good luck getting that image out of your head.)
- Should be recording some bass tracks for a band this weekend… By which I mean I’M engineering as some other guy plays bass. It’s only five tracks. Might be quick…might take all day. Hard to tell. Hoping for just about a 2 hour thing…but I get the sense that the guy’s a perfectionist, from what the drummer tells me. (And with this project having has its first session with me over two years ago…I’m inclined to think that’s about right…) Might be a long one.
- I was in a Del Taco the other day with a couple of guys from work for lunch. Some lady (who we all could tell wasn’t firing on all cylinders when we walked in) was waiting on her food and started screaming at the girl behind the counter. She eventually demanded her money back and left. There was no call for it and everyone in the place was glad to see her leave. Just wanted to say that the girl behind the counter (who I’d never previously met, btw) handled it super-professionally and deserves a promotion for putting up with recently release psych patients like that. Way to go, Denise!
…I think that’ll do it. There’s more, but I’m tired of writing.