A little bit country...

As I was checking out of Safeway, The Gambler by Kenny Rogers started playing on their Safeway Radio Network. I've always had a soft spot for that song for some reason. Maybe it's because the song is outrageously catchy, or that everyone knows it, but I've wanted our band to cover it in our own special kind of way.

So, as the second verse kicks in (Now, every gambler knows that the secret to surviving is knowing what to throw away, and knowing what to keep.), I started quietly singing along, and passed a guy that looked frighteningly like the Narrator from The Big Lebowski, who gave me a half-smile and the man nod as I continued singing along. I'm sure I looked a little too punk for him, but that I was singing a song of that era and style undoubtedly caught some level of interest within him, if not respect.

I finished singing (quietly, mind you) the rest of the second verse on the way to my car, out in the parking lot, where I no longer had the music to back me. I stopped instead of going on with the chorus.

In my car, Loser by Beck was playing; the end of it, anyway. The DJ comes on and says some stuff, and then makes some comment like, "And now the man, the myth, the legend," and a dramatic pause... during which, I say, "Johnny Cash?"

"This man is the most influential man in punk rock." Well, so much for my guess. My mind segues to Suicidal Tendencies, The Ramones, and The Clash, trying to figure out who he could be talking about, and more importantly, what classic punk song would I be subjected to. See, I'm not a huge fan of the older punk genre. Not so much the newer stuff either, but I tolerate both. It's an alternative radio station, afterall, so they play the punk, they play the occassional Eminem and Beastie Boys, as well as the alternative favorites like Nirvana, Alice in Chains, U2, and on rare occassion, Metallica.

"Johnny Cash."

I mentally drew a blank. Did I miss something? Suddenly the original, non-Social-Distortion version of Ring of Fire starts playing. The connection was made... but how does one cover make for the most influential? I guess it was just hot air from Mr DJ.

Well, no complaints here. A little bit o' country continued...

Now with the Anti-Holiday blog over, I've noticed I've reverted to my normal "post whenever" attitude. Well, it is my blog.

I updated flickr with the pictures from Hayden's show... also, I've noticed that I don't have a flickr link in my menu, so I'll see about adding that. So, everyone should go look at the pictures.

Day 16: The Last Day.

It's Election Day, but more importantly, my bunny is coming home!

I got off work at a decent hour, got home to take care of a few things, including checking her arrival time, and very shortly, I'll be heading off to the airport to pick her up.

I'm so happy! *bounce*

Day 15.

He brought it... wait, I should start over. He opened the cabinet. He pulled out the kitty treats' canister. He brought it to the landing halfway up the stairs. This is roughly the equivalent of a cat (because he is a cat) hauling a can of Red Bull up 7 stairs after moving it about 40 feet...

I'm astounded. How can I be mad at that?

Aside from that, it's been a pretty uneventful day outside of work (which you may have noticed I rarely if ever say anything about).

I did work out, which for some reason was particularly draining today. I know all the machines say that if you get dizzy or light-headed that you're supposed to stop, but it actually came to me being dizzy today, and for some reason, I didn't stop. To no adverse affect, either. I think I just wanted to be done with it and get home, so I was pushing myself extra-hard. Not that I need to. It's not like excersizing more will make time pass faster.

Just under 23 hours remain. I'll probably have time to make a final Anti-Holiday post tomorrow... and then I'll probably revert back to posting once a week or two. That's how it always is with journals and me. I start off all solid, and then get spacier and spacier. You should see some of the diaries and journals I kept as a kid. Frightening.