Today was such an unremarkable day I'm not even sure why I'm posting. I left work early and went to a doctor's appointment, where I was treated badly by a stressed out receptionist and dealt with on a "hurry up and wait" basis by the doctor. He didn't really listen to my complaint, but now I get to undergo a battery of tests for diabetes, even though my blood sugar posted at a wimpy 113. I'm going to seek out a second opinion, I think.
Afterwards we went to Longhorn, where Remy can eat free on Tuesday. They have a big Brooks and Dunn cross-promotion going, and I was seated in a spot where a life-size cardboard cutout of Brooks and Dunn stared back at me as I ate. Does the black garb still mean "outlaw" in current country/western lore I wonder (it did when I was a kid watching Roy Rogers on TV.) The garb was both black and fancy, yet the guys look like they belong down in the pit at a NASCAR function. We heard a whole Brooks and Dunn album as we waited fot our long-delayed food - it was faceless, generic country pop except there was one really good steel slide solo and at one point I heard the phrase "the human condition". Some of it would be good for line-dancing, I guess.
I had all these plans that I was mentally stratifying on my way home. I was going to, perhaps, rescue all the documents, books videotapes and things that are still out on the balcony left over from the carpet adventure that are now covered in an inch-thick blanket of snow. And/or I would work on my recorded music databases or documenting my collection. My daughter wanted me to play Pokemon with her (she does every day, in fact.) But instead, I turned on the war, fell asleep and didn't wake up till nearly 8pm.
One little project did get furthered - I am trying to locate my old friends in the San Francisco group Arkansaw Man. They had one single on Subterranean and perhaps another, earlier self-released title. I have several live recordings of them as well that I made myself at venues in San Francisco and Cincinnati. I am thinking of transferring the recordings I have to CD, but I'd also like an update on them and find out what has happened to the "ArkMan" members since (they broke up in about 1984.) When I first went out on the web to look for them in the late 1990s, I found nothing, zero, "zilch point diddley". And still today there isn't much out there, but just enough that I might be able to locate one of the members.
Joke of the day:
Q: What do you call a potato you put between your legs?
A: A "dictator".
NOTE: This is about the oldest joke I can remember hearing outside of the ones my mother told - I heard it in the third grade. the kid who told it, whose name was Anthony, got to stand in the corner for a half an hour.
Here's an example of a "Mom" joke of that period:
The first hippie says to the second hippie "Hey man! Turn the radio on!" And the second hippie turns to the radio and says
"I lovvvvve you".
Uncle Dave Lewis
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