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The West Virginia Surf Report!

February 27, 2008

A Few Quick Things, Volume 317

-- The youngest Secret has, as the doctor describes it, a mild case of the flu. He told us to keep him home from school for the rest of the week, give him Motrin for the fever, and let him ride it out. By the weekend, we’re told, he’ll be good as new.

Ten years ago people would say they have the flu, and everyone would just shrug it off and go about their business. But now it’s a scary thing.  I don’t know if it’s hysteria, I’m not knowledgeable enough on the subject, but the partial-word “flu” now strikes fear in the hearts of parents. When Toney told me the diagnosis, my heart sank.

But he seems fine. A little uncomfortable, but no puking or assplosions or anything... He’s upstairs right now playing “Rock You Like a Hurricane” on Guitar Hero, and hitting every note like a miniature kraut-metal hero. So, it can’t be too bad, right?

Toney asked the doctor about the rest of us, with our Big Trip just three weeks away. He told her we’ve all been exposed by now, and the best advice he can offer is “hope for the best.” Simply excellent.

Needless to say, I can already feel the disease taking hold… I felt fine until Toney called from the parking lot of the doctor’s office. But now I can sense the complete and systematic collapse of my immune system.

And so it goes.

-- I have exciting news for you folks: I ordered my new camera today! Yes, that means no more serial hemming and hawing, and droning on like an oscillating fan, and boring the varnish off doors within a full one-mile radius of our home. 

Toney was about to commit one of the two most popular
cides, I could tell by the look in her eyes, and you guys got a big dose of it as well. I apologize for putting you through such an ordeal. 

But it’s necessary, I believe. A person can’t just jump into such a decision all willy-nilly. Exhaustive research must take place. 

I can remember my grandfather doing the same thing; everyone around him wanted to say, “Just buy one already! For the love of the savior Jesus Christ, buy one!” And this was in the early 1970s, when information was harder to come by. If he’d had access to the internet, I think his head might’ve exploded
Scanners-style.

But, I’m proud to announce, the dark period is finally behind us. Now it’s time to start tracking the package on a twice-hourly basis…

-- Is it a problem to leave your PC on, all the time? I usually turn mine off at night, before climbing atop the dormancy platform, but recently I’ve been leaving it on. And it’s so much better that way.

The automatic back-up of my hard drive happens when I’m not around, and the various anti-spyware/virus/whatever the crap scans apparently take place while I’m sleeping. So, by the time I get to my machine, it’s running normally, and not bogging down on me.

What do you think? Is it a bad idea to never turn your computer off? I suspect it is, but I’m no expert.

-- Check it out, we’ve got additional information on the upcoming release of the
Mannix Season 1 DVD box set. And some of it’s freakin’ bizarre. Norman
Fell? Neil Young?! 

Man, I can’t wait for this! Do Neil and Mr. Roper appear in the same episode?
And do they assist Mannix in solving a crime?! I’m sorry, I’m getting a little lightheaded…

-- Do any of my fellow music geeks out there remember an obscure “band” called Blanket of Secrecy? 

They released one album in 1982, and the record company attempted to fan the flames of speculation by keeping the members a secret. They were photographed in deep shadow for the back cover, and listed with obviously fake names.

I remember some people believed it was the Attractions without Elvis Costello, but I don’t think many folks gave a crap one way or the other. Much to the disappointment of Warner Bros., of course.

In any case, I had the album and really liked it. It was definitely a product of the so-called New Wave era, but the songs were really good, and the entire album had a certain vibe I enjoyed. I have no doubt it went out of print in 1983 or so, and was certainly never issued on CD. 

I don’t know too many people who’ve even heard of it, but every few months I get a wild hair up my ass (what does that phrase mean??), and go searching for mp3s. Never did I find even a single song.

Long story a little less long… A couple of days ago I hit the motherlode, and now have the entire album
plus a 12-inch single. I can’t believe it; I’m almost giddy with excitement.

And before I leave for work today I’m going to move the whole thing to my iPod, then listen to Blanket of Secrecy for the first time in probably twenty years.

Think it’ll suck? I’ll let you know tomorrow.

-- And I’ll leave you now with a Question of the Day that occurred to me while I was eating my daily Marie Callendar’s frozen meal. I’d like to get your help in creating a collection of plausible, but completely fabricated, celebrity rumors. 

The one I came up with, over beef and potatoes, is that Little Richard has been living a lie for the past several decades. He’s actually been married to a woman since 1981, the couple raised three children together (two boys and a girl), and live in a fashionable ranch-style home in Orange County
, California, where Richard often served as soccer coach for his son's youth team.

Maybe, with any luck, we can create a lie or two that actually make it into the public consciousness. And how cool would that be? Very cool, I say.

So, that’s the Question for ya. Use the comments link below. And I’ll see you guys tomorrow.

Unless the disease continues to rampage…



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