This blog is dedicated to all the teachers that told me I’d never amount to nothing…to all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustling from that called the police on me when I was just trying to make some money to feed my daughter…and all the niggas in the struggle.
In hindsight...I haven't amounted to anything...I guess Dave Schave (8th grade science) was right. Fuck my life.
I’ve been back in Tahoe for a few days now and, frankly, I haven’t done anything. All the snow is gone and it is 60 degrees out…not really prime conditions to hit the mountain. Regardless, I’m going to ski today…a couple runs to get the knee ready to hit up Whistler next week. Standing for 16 hours on Saturday took a serious toll on my tendons, or lack thereof, and I need to loosen up and strengthen. After reviewing my medical bills and insurance company correspondence, I decided to cancel my last doctor’s appointment. Fuck modern medicine.
Q-Tips
No way around it…I love them. There are absolutely no substitutes for a good q-tip. I’m addicted. I’m sure no one is more aware of this than Dr. Mike. He had the pleasure of watching my post-shower routine for 9 months while we shared a 120 square foot room. No Mike…I’m not going to talk about my “stretches”…sorry about that buddy…I owe you one.
I think 120 square feet may be a stretch…no pun intended.
Dan’s Media Gripes
My last two evenings have been consumed by the movie Australia and the TV show Lost. I’ll save you all some time and anger…don’t EVER see Australia. Now I’m sure it is a beautiful country/continent with koalas, kangaroos, Rodan, and drunks where us Americans can get blindsided by cars barreling down the wrong side of the road (Big Head), but the movie just fucking sucked. It is narrated by a child who is speaking some sort of creole-esque language…can’t understand a word…like talking to the Big Spender. It is long, it is slow, and the only saving grace is a shirtless Wolverine…wah-wah-wee-wah!
As for Lost…fuck Lost. Four years. I’ve given those sons-of-bitches over four years of my life for nothing. Its 1977, its 2004, its 2007, they’re alive, they’re dead, they’re on the island, they’re off the island…AHHH!!!…blood is going to start coming out of my ears. If this show ends like the last episode of St. Elsewhere, I’m going to go out like Mike Douglas in Falling Down. Halleluiah…holy shit…where’s the Tylenol?
One more note for the film and television industry…probably my biggest gripe in life…volume. Can we please make commercials the same volume as the TV shows they interrupt? As for movies...why is the music so much louder than the voices? Watch The Color of Money sometime and you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about.
Side note…Mike Douglas was the bomb in The Game. Too bad you can only watch it once.
Letters to God
Mark Your Calendars
Only 138 days to go.
There was some discussion on Saturday about the 10,000 Days of BTA - DR Turns 28 Extravaganza. The date is August 4th. Due to the lethargic pace of space exploration, the moon will not be a viable option for the venue. Not sure what is next on the list, but I’m thinking either the Vatican or MSG.
Sounds from the Stage
On Saturday morning, MDR and I were singing our favorite songs from The Sound of Music. Yeah, yeah…whatever…we’re gay…ha, ha. Here they are.
“How Do You Solve a Problem Like Maria?”
“Do-Re-Mi”
For David
Remember when we listened to this song about 33 times while driving to Toledo? God Toledo sucks.
Thanks to BTA…this has been stuck in my head since Friday
“All This Time” by Heartless Bastards
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