3/31/2004

Has there been an Onion"On TV Tonight" that wasn't funny?

3/30/2004

One of those weird moments of happenstance and serendipity occurred this afternoon during lunch. I'm reading "Slate," when a headline catches my attention: "My deafening faux French band." Turns out that the base player of Les Sans Culottes, Jean Luc Retard, is keeping a journal this week for Slate. How is this serendipity? One of the conversations I had Saturday evening was about Les Culottes, how they completely bite Jacques Dutronc, Serge Gainsbourg, and the whole late 1960s French Garage scene...but still manage to rock doing it. Mark had sung the Culottes' praises to me quite loudly and encouraged me to look into them and voila! Slate does the leg work for me.
OK, now that I've thoroughly established that if I type in "Test Post" it'll show up, it's time to actually write something. At the least it will be for my benefit, since I haven't bothered to inform anyone else I'm going to start blogging.

Slow night tonight. I meant to get to sleep early after the events of the past weekend, but that fell by the wayside, damn routine of not retiring before 11.

Referenced events included a gathering of the 515, being approached to arm a milita group in colorado, seeing a clown play air hockey, just missing seeing a ummmm, developmentally disabled individual on acid, and riding home from the Poconos at 430 in the morning. Good times. Pictures would have verified all of the above, left the camera in the car. Couldn't post them here anyway, since I haven't bought into that function.

3/24/2004

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