Popcorn Songs

If all goes as planned, I will be picking up my new bedframe after work today and assembling it tonight.

Labels: house

...who was a really nice guy. He showed me around the fire hall, talked to me about how the company is organized and works. Couldn't really help me decide what to do, so I took the easy path and told him to put me down for administrative until I could get my feet wet with some of the training programs, talk to the rest of the folks and see how things really work and what they really do.

There were four of us all there for the tour and the talk. One of the guys was a cameraman for CSN and ESPN. How's that for a pretty cool job!

They'll vote on us next Friday and call us with good news on Saturday, barring the unexpected down vote.

Remember when MTV was the place to go to find new music? Those shiny, happy days are back in the form of online personalized music service Pandora.

Pick your favorite band. Discover the Music Genome Project has categorized many, if not all, the bands you like. Listen and rate songs as Pandora plays them. Pandora uses your tastes to continously 'improve' its listening recommendations. Be amazed as Pandora guesses bands you already like, but didn't tell it about. (I went from Pavement to Sebadoh in 6 songs.) Create a free account and have your personalized channel anywhere on the internet.

Frickin' sweet!

I have been amusing myself over the holiday break by dusting off old recording equipment and remembering how to use the software. The result: Popcorn Songs is on MySpace in all it's stereophonic mp3 glory!

It all started when I wanted to put an mp3 on my other MySpace homepage like everyone else. Much to my dismay, I learned I had to pick an mp3 that was already hosted on MySpace by a band. So I started my own band page, uploaded the song I'd been twangin' with over break and here we are.

Huzzah!

Somehow, for the last 33 years I've managed to have a moderate interest in theater and to have never seen nor heard West Side Story. Two months ago I bought the CD of the original broadway cast. I have already listened to it dozens, possibly a hundred times. Moments ago, I finished watching the movie. Thanks very much for loaning it to me, Barb!

I'm lucky it happened in that order. Had I seen the movie first, I would not have fallen in love with the musical. (There are, after all, only two musicals I love.)

The movie version is horribly miscast in comparison to the broadway cast. I've heard amateur karaoke singers exhibit more emotional range in songs than the movie cast.

Why the lyric and book changes? In the broadway recording, Maria says, 'They are strict with me' and, in response, Tony proclaims his love to Maria with a sublime mixture of emotion: commanding, assured, tender and damning-of-consequences. The movie version has them babbling on and him whispering his love. Blech. The opening song is changed from 'when the spit hits the fan' to 'let them do what they can.' What the heck could the censors possibly care about that for? There are more changes, you can check the links for them all.

The movie's songs are all 10-20 bpm faster. I swear the actors have to *rush* the lyrics! I didn't even want to sing along. My only two theories are that the director had some artificial time limit on the movie, or they were covering up movie Tony's lack of singing talent. The official web site explains some of the other changes, but not this one.

I will be denying the existence of the movie and hoping the karaoke tracks out there are from the broadway recordings.

The silver lining in this debacle: I get to stretch my imagination by staging the show in my head every time I listen to it.

Labels: movies, musicals

Well, Erik was not feeling better today--I blame the shellfish! (I will always blame shellfish first.) Since he was my connection to this eve's party, I get to spend it relaxing after a workout and finishing my laundry and organizing my CDs and updating my blog and taking more tests on Ok Cupid, well, you get it...

The opening credits theme song for Paranoia Agent is awesome. I want to learn it so I can sing it at Otakon karaoke next year. It would be my single moment of feeling like I belong there.

"Your mistletoe is no match for my TOW Missile!"

So holiday breaks normally mean some lofty PC gamer goal and an obscene number of hours playing to get it. I didn't get out of the house today and the temptation to fire up Civ or RRT2 was greater than any time up to this point. (Ah, for those of you not in the know, I gave up computer games cold turkey the day I started this blog. With the exception of johnny rocketfingers and those retro-arcade java games I linked earlier (which I can only play for about 10 minutes, anyway.) There will be driving tomorrow and looking for what's open on December 25.

"This. This is ice. This is what happens to water when it gets too cold. This. This is Kent. This is what happens to people when they get too sexually frustrated."

My way-to-waste-more-time work in assembling Val Kilmer's best line from every movie in which he's had a speaking role continues. Top Gun is proving to be the hardest to research. I may actually have to watch it. Or maybe we'll declare Iceman is actually a non-speaking role.

"Tony says: ...I also need crew for West Side Story, which I am directing in the Spring: April 21st to May 13 (13 performances)."

Who's going to do some fun volunteer theater work with me for Footlighters? C'mon! I'll buy the first round at the Berwyn Tavern after.

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Erik and I left the party early to go see Charlie Degenhart at Tin Angel.

We leave the party late, so we rush downtown, park, and walk by the bar once because the sign is not lit up and I only knew *sort of* where it was. By the time we get there, he's 20 mins or so into his set.

I get a beer and sit down. Erik comes back from the bar complaining that he doesn't feel good--his stomach's upset. (Didn't he invoke 'Old Yeller' at the party?! Sounds like a jinx to me.) He listens to two or three songs before he says he feels like he's gonna throw up and has to go. Well, I hope you're feeling better E.

Tin Angel is actually a pretty cool little venue, though I would hate to see it crowded. Last night there were about two dozen and it was just a little sparse. Three dozen would be the limits of my comfort--but I hate crowds. The sound system is great and the guys running it seem to know what they're doing and have an appreciation for music.

I don't know if I missed 'Alaska' and 'Steel City' but he didn't do them while I was there. They are my two favorites of his songs. If you don't know it, 'Alaska' is on Charlie's myspace page.

After his set I said hello to him. I am entirely jealous of his social skills. He is the smoothest networker you will ever see. If he weren't the absolutely nicest person in the world, you might find it artificial. Charlie will make you feel like his friend within the first five seconds of talking to him.

We reminisce about Cloud 9 for a bit. I tell him Erik stopped by, too, but had to leave. Later on, he calls me over and introduces me to Bill and Sid, two musicians I'm told will be linked from his myspace page soon, and Bill's city wife, who's name was a couple syllables too long for me to have a chance of remembering this morning. The city wife is apparently responsible to the real wife for keeping Bill sober enough to get Bill home. They were talking about this cool little bar in the northeast called Stevenson's. (I think that's the link for the place.) Bill's playing there Wednesday night--unfortunately, I already have plans. I bowed out early because I was having a hell of a time hearing the conversation over the woman on stage. She was good and all, I just prefer to listen to different music than I can understand or that I can write--I'm not saying her songs were simple, just that the music held no surprises for me. I thought her voice was wonderful. Since I don't have a city wife of my own to let me know when I need to stop, I figured I'd better go before I drank more than I should.

Guess who else I found on myspace while I was out there poking around. I got my own page while I was at it.

Labels: blogs, music, shows

So, the O'Neill Christblahblahblahmas party was fun. Erik doesn't know he twisted my arm into going (or maybe he does), but I went and it was a good time.

There was a gift exchange. I left to catch Charlie at Tin Angel just before people opened stuff up. The theme was 'worst gifts ever.' I got the lowdown later. Gifts included 20lbs of potatoes and 96 packages of ramen noodle. There was a $10 target for gifts. The winning worst gift was a framed picture set of the Goatse.cx-guy and tubgirl. Now *that's* really putting some thought and effort into it. After all, the best gifts are the thoughtful ones you can't buy in stores.

It reminded me of the semi-Chum Christmas at Mike Gibbons' girlfriend's parents' house some years back, where many a gag gift was given, to everyone's delight--except one of Mike's brothers. He just didn't get it. Not clued into the gag gift chum theme, he said, in disgust at the exuberant cheers at the many strange gifts, "I didn't know I just should have taken a crap in a box and wrapped it up." Ah, good times, good times.

Many are those who don't get the chum humor and comraderie, including, at different times, the chums themselves. "Tell me more about my eyes..."

Spencer's online does not have a picture or even description of the gift Erik was going to bring. He either 'forgot' or chickened-out. Hmmmmmmmm... I tried googling for it, and got *waaaay* too many unrelated hits. I did find this blog which I will be tracking from now on, hells ya!

I suppose this post answers the question, 'What's so extreme about my blog?' At least there's no confusion now.

I'm totally hooked on OkCupid! It's a crossover community/dating site. They have these tests that range from stupid (which you skip) to the hilarious. Key tests are hooked into their 'matching' algorithms and judge your compatibility with everyone else on the site. When you look at someone's profile, your test results line up with theirs. You get to make up your own tests. It's awfully frickin' sweet for being free. Plus, the name has got to be a reference to Radiohead's OK COMPUTER.

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Modern, Cool Nerd 65 % Nerd, 56% Geek, 39% Dork

For The Record: A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia. A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one. A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions. You scored better than half in Nerd and Geek, earning you the title of: Modern, Cool Nerd. Nerds didn't use to be cool, but in the 90's that all changed. It used to be that, if you were a computer expert, you had to wear plaid or a pocket protector or suspenders or something that announced to the world that you couldn't quite fit in. Not anymore. Now, the intelligent and geeky have eked out for themselves a modicum of respect at the very least, and "geek is chic." The Modern, Cool Nerd is intelligent, knowledgable and always the person to call in a crisis (needing computer advice/an arcane bit of trivia knowledge). They are the one you want as your lifeline in Who Wants to Be a Millionaire (or the one up there, winning the million bucks)! Congratulations! THE NERD? GEEK? OR DORK? TEST

My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 68% on nerdiness You scored higher than 78% on geekosity You scored higher than 72% on dork points

Link: The Nerd? Geek? or Dork? Test written by donathos on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

Do nothing Wednesday felt so good, I called out sick and did it all day Thursday. Any cold that thought it was getting the better of me has learned it's lesson now!

I ended up watching a whole lot of TV, including movies. First up, In Good Company, was a much better movie than I expected--superbly acted, understated, honest, touching, all with a very un-Hollywood ending. Seriously good stuff. Caught up on all the Futurama my DVR had recorded. R. Lee Ermey hosted a Christmas at war special that covered how troops handled the holidays during major American conflicts. Now, I love R. Lee Ermey--not as much as Ensign or the other Chris--but I kinda feel weird when he tries to be all Full Metal Jacket hardcore on his History channel shows. I mean, I know people know him for that, but it just comes across like desperation as he's yelling at a plastic snowman to get it's shit together. Is that what anime fan service is like to non-otaku? I don't consider myself otaku, but the fan-service bits don't bother me.

Labels: movies, tv

Of course, Sarah Silverman can do no wrong, so it must be that the movie theater is the wrong venue to see this would-have-been-HBO-comedy-special turned theatrical release. It didn't help that I was terribly uncomfortable in the Ritz 5 seats, the hazelnut-flavored hot cocoa was disgusting (why did I still drink it?), and I'm *still* pretty tired from the weekend. Or maybe I'm still fighting off the cold that everyone else seems to be admitting they have. I remain in denial.

YEA! Wednesday... my designated do nothing day.

I remember very distinctly giving up on websurfing several years back. Del.icio.us has turned me around. I can refresh that page and hit interesting-looking links forever.

I need a gender-neutral $10 gift for an Xmas-Xchange. Any ideas?

Labels: movies

Someone went and proved that I'm a pirate at heart... Wha?! And more a cowboy than ninja or knight!!! Damn. Guess you really can take the boy out of the country, but...

A Pirate Raider You scored 5 Honor, 3 Justice, 7 Adventure, and 8 Individuality!

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 12% on Ninjinuity You scored higher than 15% on Knightlyness You scored higher than 55% on Cowboiosity You scored higher than 82% on Piratical Bent

Link: The Cowboy-Ninja-Pirate-Knight Test written by fluffy71 on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

After spending Friday, Saturday and Sunday out late (and not even drinking much on Sunday), I am so wiped out. Gonna veg in front of the DVR.

This post brought to you by the "I-can't-believe-you-advertise-your-blog-on-personals-emails-it's-so-extreme personals response committee."

Phooey! Winter! Here's to warmer weather and keeping some artistic expression in what's too fast becoming just an online diary. Ewwwww.

When it's summer over there take care
There's no rooms with air conditioning
No satellites, no costly things

Don't take an icy treat to eat
It will melt all over your hand and stick
And a tongue-depressor's no fun to lick

Now I'm living in this room of aggravation
I can't stand being where there's no dehumidification

So I'll build a boat of ice and float
To where summer's waters never soak
My popsicle

Because density's no bother
For the ice that floats on water
Is my popsicle

Labels: songs

Tonight will be an unprecedented three trips to karaoke this week. I'm really enjoying myself too much. Especially since now I'm starting to run into more people I know and can legitimately hang-out with, rather than being just a hanger-on.

Wednesday at Bud's was fun, but I froze my ass off and spent Thursday and Friday morning feeling like I was going to be sick. Bud's is this little bar at the corner of Egypt and Park/Pawlings. There was a fireplace in the front room (where the pool table used to be about six years ago) and, I swear, it was the only heat in the joint. Everyone would take turns huddling around it until their pants got so hot they had to move. I really opened up my repertoire there, doing "New Orleans is Sinking" by The Tragically Hip, "New Year's Day" by U2 and "You Are the Sunshine of my Life" by Stevie Wonder. Someone kept pinching my ass during "Sunshine." I don't even wanna know.

Friday night at Mad Anthony's was a hoot. Huey's girlfriend Janet was there and I got to hang out and chat with her. Huey and I split two games of pool, but then the place got too busy for that to go on. I did "Come Fly with Me" for the first time, but didn't hit it very well because there were people talking right next to me and I couldn't hear the music to get the key. Some of the karaoke mixes are cut to be as short as possible, so the intro and instrumental sections are very short. This seems to be especially true for 'classics' like the Sinatra and Darin tunes. Before I sang "Jet Airliner" at the end of the night, three women sort of took over the mic. Huey and Mike (the karaoke DJ's) turned over the dirty work to me, after the song they were singing ended I gently introduced myself and asked if they would mind if I sang a song. They asked if I was security. I should have said yes and asked for room numbers, but I'm just too nice a guy to take advantage of situations like that. Not so nice that thought wouldn't cross my mind, though. :P So, I get them offstage, and this drunk-off-his-gourd guy swoops right into the vacuum and grabs the other mic. He's got an apologetic friend on his heels, but the drunk guy seems intent on doing another tune that he can neither sing, nor read the words to, but I roll with it. So, his friend and I both put an arm around him (to keep him from swaying back and forth into us) and we sing The Steve Miller Band. It was a good night.

I'm still hoping to see people I've met there, but not run into since, so I'll be stopping by tonight. If it's lame, I have my backup plan.

Labels: karaoke

This week was a total computer geek-out festival. First, I was in training for web application programming. The course was roughly five years behind current web technology. (Despite the fact that I just started blogging and being a more serious internet *user*, I've been developing intranet web applications for 7 years or so.) So, it was hard for me to pay attention to the material. Add in that Google released a public API for developing custom homepage modules and it was all over. I've been hacking XML, javascript and learning AJAX and JSON since Tuesday morning. There will be more to come on this, but I think I want to start a different blog for my techie babble. Popcorn Songs was supposed to be my artsy-creative outlet, intentionally less-techie.

You may have noticed I've changed the layout again. In my explorations for something interesting to turn into a Google homepage module, I discovered some cool RSS feeds. Since I had to edit my Blogger template to include them, I made layout changes at the same time. Oh, and I also opened comments up to non-registered users. I didn't realize that was an option until now. As Old Blue Eyes sang, "Handle my heart with care, please be kind."

As I get more into this world of public web services there will surely be more changes. When I create the new techie blog, I'll announce and link it here. I was hoping that usePerl would work, but it doesn't seem to provide RSS feeds or several other features I'm looking for. I'm not sure I can describe it's service--it's more like Slash than a blog, I guess.

And the guy who sat next to me in class pointed out cheap MS .net hosting providers. I'd been aware of cheap LAMP providers for a while, but not .net ones. I just may have to check them out more closely.

I have one of those Tempurpedic mattresses and I like it. I do not like the 'platform' style box spring that it comes with. The tempurpedic mattress works like a futon, it has to be on a hard flat surface. Since I broke my bed frame last Sunday, I've been sleeping with the mattress on the floor. It is *so* much more comfortable that way. I thought, this is perfect: I'll find a platform bed frame and just use the mattress.

Well, many platform beds just use more slats, rather than a solid bottom (especially the cheap ones). And, it turns out that platform beds are only 'all the rage' (or whatever I said) on my froogle searches. Local furniture stores don't seem to carry them. My trip to three stores netted me one $1200 bed frame option. At least it had a solid wood bottom.

So, I'm still searching for a bed solution.

Labels: house

No kidding. I'd like to make up some fantastic story about what I was doing that caused a clean snap in the metal. I think I'll let your imagination work. No, sex was *not* involved in the harming of the bed.



So, I'll be shopping for a new bed frame on Saturday. Platform beds are all the rage now it seems.

I will be at Bud's Bar in Audubon Wednesday night (12/14), drinking and singing. I have it on the authority of at least one woman who never wants to see me again, that I'm damn good at karaoke. (As if I needed any more evidence that I don't get people in general, and women in less-general.)

I hooked up my Comcast HDTV tuner/DVR today. We'll see how addictive that gets.

Hello, [adult swim].

Labels: house

No kidding. About an hour into what became the 2 hour driveway extravaganza, I bent one of those fancy, 'better-for-your-back' snowshovels in half. Luckily, I didn't impale myself on it. So, a fter a 30 minute trip to Sears Hardware, I was back in business. It was like intermission. But they didn't have the popcorn machine going. The Sears Hardware up the road from me has one of those old-fashioned popcorn machines on wheels, but I guess the only bring it out on Sundays. Phooey.



How about that hat! Yea, it's nap time.

As you can see, I took some shortcuts. I didn't want to be out there 2 more hours, or break another shovel.



Since clothes come in tall sizes, why don't snowshovels? Even the ones with the curve in them aren't tall enough for me. I still have to bend way over and destroy my back. Am I doing it wrong? Anyone want to demonstrate the proper way to shovel my driveway?

Labels: house

There was the week that I wasn't busy at all, followed by the week that I never seemed to stop going. It happened one more time. Then, two things happened at once.

I finished reading Catcher in the Rye and I saw that Huckabees movie.

In Catcher, Mr. Antolini summarizes the point nicely.

I have a feeling that you're riding for some kind of a terrible, terrible fall. ...

It may be the kind where, at the age of thirty, you site in some bar hating everybody who comes in looking as if he might have played football in college. Then again, you may pick up just enough education to hate people who say, 'It's a secret between he and I.' Or you may end up in some business office, throwing paper clips at the nearest stenographer. I just don't know. But do you know what I'm driving at, at all?...

This fall I think you're riding for--it's a special kind of fall, a horrible kind. The man falling isn't permitted to feel or hear himself hit bottom. He just keeps falling and falling. The whole arrangement's designed for men who, at some time or other in their lives, were looking for something their own environment couldn't supply them with. Or they thought their own environment couldn't supply them with. So they gave up looking. They gave it up before they ever really even got started. You follow me?

But, in the end, Salinger is just a tease. He shows us a great meltdown, but gives us barely a quarter of chapter 25 on the matter of redemption. We get 4 or 6 pages of Pheobe at the museum and zoo, suitcase in tow. Holden had to catch her. He could throw himself off the cliff, but not at the same time he had to catch Pheobe. We don't really get satisfaction, because it's not a decision Holden makes to be there to make the catch whether or not someone needs to be caught. It was a decision he only made in the moment someone needed catching. But maybe that's the only time it's important. Then again, maybe Pheobe was there to catch him. The 'goddam' novel is too Holden-centric to possibly know.

Frankly, it's interesting at best and, more likely, a lousy piece of shit the more I think about it.

Huckabees, on the other hand, is a complex, Markovski-centric (but still well-balanced), beautiful and terrifying work of art. So much philosophical thought is packed into its 106 minutes that college courses should be ashamed. (Or maybe just embarrassed, since some of the blame has to fall to the students.) It gives us not 1, but 4 meltdowns. And at least 2 satisfying redemptions.

Tommy Corn: How come we only ask ourselves the really big questions when something bad happens?


Albert Markovski: The interconnection thing is definitely for real.
Tommy Corn: It is! I didn't think it wasn't! It is!
Albert Markovski: I know, I can't believe it, it's so fantastic!
Tommy Corn: It's amazing!
Albert Markovski: I know.
Tommy Corn: But it's also nothing special.


Bernard Jaffe: When you get the blanket thing, you can relax, because everything you could ever want or be, you already have and are.


Albert Markovski: ...until you can't remember what happens when you stand in a meadow at dusk.
Bret: What happens in the meadow at dusk?
Albert Markovski: Everything.
Mrs. Hooten: Nothing.
Albert Markovski: Everything.
Mrs. Hooten: Nothing.
Albert Markovski: It's beautiful.
Tommy Corn: It's beautiful.

Maybe it's just that I'm 50 years too late to appreciate 'Catcher in the Rye.' And that 'I Huckabees' fits my idiom. Maybe 1950's readers were content to create their own redemption for Holden Caufield and today's generation wants redemption spoon-fed with a healthly dose of potential sequel under the yogurt. But even that fruit-on-the-bottom is gone now, next will be the chunks of real fruit. Finally, there will be this perfectly homogenized yogurt pudding that will come in six-packs straight to home video. It will be produced by Disney-Kraft or Dreamworks-Dannon and will come with loopy-straw spoons shaped like your favorite characters. They will be made by the same plastics company. They will be the same shape, size, and color.

Go see it now, before Lucas or Spielberg own it and remaster it into a blockbuster.

Labels: books, movies

Well, the honeymoon is over with Mad Anthony's. The hotel bar was tired last night and I wasn't drunk enough to invoke the power of 5-martini Matt to make anything and everything fun. So, I left. On the way home I decided to check out the bar formerly known as the Brook. Destiny, Karma, Fate, whatever you want to call it. Smoking bar, but not too smoky. And, yes, karaoke. Great crowd. That neighborhood bar crowd where everyone knows everybody. Half the people sang country songs. I sang that Sinatra song, 'Let's Fall in Love'. The guy who sang 'New York, New York' before me exclaimed, "You sure that's a Sinatra song? I know Sinatra." I assured him it was, and he could just blame me for not sounding enough like Old Blue Eyes. And I sang my standby, 'Domino'. That was a hit.

So, there's a Saturday night backup plan.

Tom Waits rules.

I finally sent an email I shouldn't have sent that was neither to a girl nor to fellow employees.

CPR Class was this morning. I'm now certified. Alan Arkin was my instructor, if he were from South Philly and an ex-cop. We went to lunch. It was like In-Laws, only Alan Arkin was the crazy one and I was running serpentine around CompUSA. Yes, we ate lunch at Taco Bell and then went to CompUSA. His idea. I mean, he was really nice. He paired me with the pretty young woman in class. I'm pretty sure he deliberately missed me demonstrating the Heimlich manuveur on her the first four times. It was impressive misdirection. But then, we were in CompUSA discussing electronics and how BestBuy beats the socks off CompUSA. He could spend all day in CompUSA. I said, sure, they put chairs in front of the big screens, for when you get tired. Now, I understand if he had to get something from CompUSA, but he just sorta shopped around. I wondered if maybe he got nicked on DWI and didn't have a license, so wanted to try to sneak in a gift purchase. Guess he just didn't want to sit in Taco Bell until it was time to run class again. I'm pretty sure he was divorced because he'd been leaving messages for his sixteen year-old daughter to call him. It was about as entertaining as PG-13 'civilian' CPR could get. CPR for the 'rescue professional' is supposed to be where the 'real fun' begins. Strange they call it that when most people classified as 'rescue professionals' in the context of the class are volunteers.

Wednesday night Gilmore Girls was a rerun. I adjusted my schedule specifically to see it. Bastards showed a rerun. E, sorry about that call. I thought it would be cute. I have the sensibilities of a bad teenage romantic comedy, probably starring Patrick Dempsey.

Ensign, I take back anything negative I said about TiVo. I still don't like the additional subscription fee w/ TiVo, but I will be getting the Comcast PVR tuner. Since I already pay them the average McDonald's employee's salary, what's ten more bucks?

I haven't done any goddam writing! I'm reading 'Catcher in the Rye'. That goddam book holds the goddam record for the most 'goddams' in a single goddam work, right? Must be why it wasn't required reading at the goddam Grapepickers' High School. But don't get me wrong, I liked my high school. And I got a D- in creative writing. That's because I'm not good at writing on demand about a particular subject, like a room or a house or a goddam baseball mit with poems all over it.

So, I've had my nap and my workout. Time to shower, get drunk and sing into the heart of Saturday night.