June 13, 2007

-- It’s amazing how you run out of things to write about when you spend your days alone inside an 8x8 babyshit-green box. Ya know? Wonder if anyone’s ever done a study on that? Maybe with mice and typewriters, or something? I’d like to know the results.

-- We’ve been watching the first season of The Shield, and the jury is still out. I have a feeling Toney is about to jump-ship on it, but we’ll see how it goes. She says, accurately I think, that the rogue cops aren’t very likable; they just seem like your garden-variety assholes. 

Many of the characters on The Sopranos are homicidal maniacs, but you got the sense they’d be fun to have a beer with. As long as they remain on your side, of course… I don’t think I’d want to have a beer with that Peter Chicklets (or whatever his name is), under any circumstances. The dude seems to be operating on perma-confrontation. And who needs that?    

I’ve also just started the first season of The Wire, and it’s really good. I was a little hesitant because several people told me it’s slow-moving and hard to follow. But I’m having no trouble with it. I’m up to episode four or five now, and think it’s excellent. I like the way they tell the criminals’ stories, as well as the cops’.

Season Two of Rescue Me isn’t grabbing me yet, but I’m willing to stick with it. The first season was good, and also hilarious, so I’m confident this one will kick in as well. Throughout disc one Denis Leary didn’t amuse me though, he got on my nerves. But, like I said, I’m willing to stick with it.

Am I the only one who uses Netflix as a means to time-shift TV shows, and little else? I rarely rent movies anymore. They’re usually way too long, and way too mediocre. A couple of days ago I scrolled through my rental history, and came across several films I watched and rated four-stars, but couldn’t remember much about. And that’s not good.     

-- This is the last week of school in these parts, so things are about to heat up at Chez Kay. 

The Secrets will soon be walking from room to room, with their arms straight down like they’re carrying luggage, saying, “I’m boooored.” And I’ll be saying, “What about the $10,000 worth of toys upstairs? Or what about going out and riding your bikes? Or what about making your own fun, like I did??” 

Yes, it’s a summertime ritual.   

We’re supposed to go to Myrtle Beach in a few days(!). Seriously, I think it’s only a matter of days… Bizarre. My parents have a big ol’ travel trailer in storage at a Gucci campground down there, and we’re gonna use it. Oh, we’ll be roughing it alright. That place has premium cable service, high-speed wireless internet, and probably white glove ass-wiping stewards.

The plan is to do it on the cheap, meaning we’re going to attempt to never leave the campground, except for food and beer. No miniature golf at $12 per game, no seafood buffets at $50 per head, no souvenir shops equipped with money-suction devices... If all goes as planned, we’ll just hang out on the beach, at the pools, and beneath an umbrella at the Friday Night Fish Fry.

OK, we’ll probably buy some real fireworks, but that’ll be the only concession. The Secrets and I need our bottle rockets, dammit.

We’re also supposed to travel to Reno this summer, but I’m hoping we can get out of that crapola. Nothing against Reno itself, I just know we’ll end up spending thousands of dollars for the privilege of sitting on Sunshine’s couch for a week. And I can’t have that.

-- Brad sent me this article yesterday about Glenn Mercer, and I’ve been on a Feelies jag ever since. I always loved that band, and actually got to see them perform live a couple of times. Any fellow Feelies fanatics out there?

-- Here’s a fresh new Smoking Fish sighting, from tangerine. Thanks! I grew up watching those guys do battle with our hometown Charleston Charlies. Very cool.

-- And that’ll just about do it for today, boys and girls. 

I need to mow the grass, but it’s hotter than the devil’s scrotum outside. I might have to put if off again. Hell, it gives the neighbors something to talk about (“Look at that! The guy’s unemployed and still can’t keep his grass mowed!!”), so I view it as a public service.

Before I go, I’ll hit you with a ridiculous Question of the Day, based on an equally-ridiculous conversation I had with the Secrets yesterday. Somehow, and I sincerely can’t remember how it came about, we were trying to come up with names for fictional blues singers. 

The one that made me laugh the hardest was Willie “Sack Lunch” Johnson.

So, if you want to get in on that, or tell us what plans you have for the summer (again), or talk about anything else that might be on your mind, use the comments link below.

And I’ll struggle with it again tomorrow.




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