June 8, 2007

-- I don’t have much this morning, so I’m just gonna zero-out the notebook again, and start fresh on Monday. ‘kay? Prepare yourselves for a short but bumpy ride…

-- I saw a news report yesterday about the shocking (shocking!) prospect of Pennsylvania beer distributors being allowed to sell six-packs and twelve-packs in the near future. Apparently a bill has been sent to the State Senate, and there’s a good chance it’ll pass. 

Already the hand-wringing has begun, and some folks are anticipating the end of American civilization, if not humankind itself. When the inevitable finally happens in twenty or fifty years, and grocery stores (gasp!) are allowed to sell beer, I’m predicting that at least one person will set himself on fire out of a feeling of complete hopelessness.

California was a bizarre place to live, but so is Pennsylvania. Pass the beer nuts. …You know, as long as it doesn’t make anyone cry.

-- Speaking of beer, I plunked down $29 last night for a case of Sierra Nevada. After I was conned into buying that fake Red Hook a few weeks ago (I had no idea Anheuser-Busch had purchased and promptly ruined them), I needed to get the taste back in my mouth. 

Coors, Miller, and AB better keep their booger-hooks off Sierra Nevada, goddammit. Can’t they just be satisfied with all the terrible beers they already make? Sweet sainted mother of Randolph Ripoff.

-- And since we’re on the subject, I’m supposed to meet some Surf Reporters at a bar tomorrow night, for a cuppa two tree golden elixirs. Generally speaking, I don’t do this kind of thing. But, for whatever reason, I decided to accept the invitation this time ‘round. We’ll see how it goes... I hope their disappointment isn’t too profound.

-- Lucie sends along this list of things to do at a job interview.

-- And this is a new article about Joe Strummer, which I haven’t read yet.

-- On the subject of music: my favorite CD of the moment is the new Wilco . I know I’ve already raved about it here, but it’s my website and I’m gonna do it again.

I can’t stop playing the thing. I realize you’re not supposed to admit this, but I was a bit underwhelmed by their last two studio albums. They were interesting, I guess. But the new one has actual songs on it, and not just experiments in mood and color, or whatever they were attempting.

The new Wilco receives the coveted Surf Report Seal of Approval.

-- Do you ever feel like you’re completely out of step with your so-called peers? I do, almost daily. Especially now that I’m home more, and interacting with other Moms and Dads at the schools and whatnot.

I have almost nothing in common with these people, except we all had babies around the same time. They all act so… age appropriate.  

Shit! I just had a full-body shiver. 

Please tell me I’m not the only one. Use the comments link below to make me feel better.

-- I ordered this pin yesterday, for my new Jack Bauer laptop bag . As you can see, it’s from the 1940s and says, “I Am Electronics!” I don’t know what it means, but I like it. It’ll be perfect for my new computer bag.

-- Rule of Thumb: If you enter a store and somebody immediately asks if you need help, the district manager is there.

-- And just so you know… I worked with a guy in Atlanta who sincerely believed Rush Limbaugh’s name was “Russ Limbo.”

-- Last night, over a few ice-cold Sierras, Toney and I started talking about Sunshine and her “antibiotics.” Apparently her myriad ailments are requiring more and more medication these days, ‘cause she’s popping those babies like Tic Tacs. 

Toney started imitating her at one point, nodding out and yelling, “Mumbles! Come in here and move this Pringle off my forehead, and into my mouth!!” I almost swallowed my tongue laughing.

-- These are supposedly gas prices around the world.

-- I need to buy two printer cartridges this afternoon (black and color), and a new pair of sneakers, or tennis shoes, or whatever you want to call ‘em. 

What are the cool brands of shoes these days? I don’t want to make a mistake and end up wearing the modern equivalent of what we used to call “K-Mart dobies.” Help me out, people.      

And that’s pretty much all I have for you today, boys and girls. Have a great weekend (I remember how special those used to be), and I’ll see ya on Monday.

This is Jeff Kay reporting.




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