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The Disc Doctor Has Left the Building
And this mortal coil.
Watching all of the fuss over Michael Jackson the past few days, marveling over all of the people mourning his death, holding vigil at his star on Hollywood Boulevard, or wherever those things are kept, I couldn’t help but feel angry. Why are these people crying and carrying on over someone they have never met in real life? Okay, fine, you enjoyed his music … but you didn’t know him, so how can you truly mourn him? Are your emotions that cheap?
I can’t help but think that the multitudes of fans we see on video carrying on over Michael Jackson in the streets of cities all around the world are ones that have never lost someone truly close to them – never had someone they dearly loved taken from them – and that they are fools, one and all. With their crocodile tears they mock everyone past and present that has watched someone they truly love and know die.
But such is life. For the first time in some months, I dreamed of my father, the other night. I guess Michael Jackson’s death is big news even in the realm of the dead; the ghosts are stirring and agitated.
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It’s a Small World and it Smells Bad
So, I hopped in the car to drive to the polling place — not that I think my vote really means anything, to be cynically honest, since I didn’t vote for either mainstream presidential candidate, but there were some local and state issues I felt I should vote on. Plus I didn’t want to give up my right to bitch for the next four years or until I establish permanent residence elsewhere (hopefully the latter will occur soonest).
So anyway, I get in the car, turn on the ignition, and what comes blaring out of the CD deck? The song Vision Thing, by Sisters of Mercy. A purely unintentional but nevertheless ironic coincidence. “Things are gonna change; I can feel it.”
And yes, for the record I voted my conscience, which is a shade of green this year. Yes, I voted Green. Run, Cynthia, run. Aside from everything else that is wrong with these two and this election, above all else I still can’t believe that whichever wins the presidency, America will have voted in a president that voted in the Senate to abridge our civil rights, putting their stamp of approval on a system of domestic spying with no checks or balances. And they both supported the bailout, too … damn, I’ll be glad when my people come back for me and take me back to my home planet.
Blue Pill, Slight Return
So a freind asked the other day if I could live with the revised bailout. The “sweeteners,” as the press has dubbed the new provisions that the Senate is using to goad the House into approving it are an improvement, but it’s basically lipstick on a pig — *cough *cough — Sarah Palin — *cough *cough.
And on the other hand, it’s even worse — as it puts the government even more in debt. It’s not even borrowing Peter to pay Paul; it’s asking permission to get more in debt (with tax cuts) to buy debt. And this makes sense how? I’m still pig-biting mad.
But all is right with the world — even as it burns — because The Fabulous Stains has been reissued on DVD by Rhino. Hellz yeah!
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Every pop song should be 2:42?
Saw this on Boing Boing; Boing Boing got it here. Seems the perfect length for a pop song is 2 minutes, 42 seconds.
Personally, I think every pop song should be (Front) 2:42 in length, but that’s just me. Damn, there I go dating myself again. I’m sure Front 242 never recorded a song that was just 2:42 in length. …
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In Defense of Britney—no, Really
Not a topic I would have anticipated resuming this blog with, Britney Spears, but then how more topical and timely can I be? And surely more interesting to potential readers than some inane introspective on why I haven’t blogged in so long.
For the record, I don’t care for Britney Spears. Never did like her music—most popular music at best doesn’t annoy me; Britney’s music was just so much background noise to me, and that’s about all I can say. That “I Did It Again” song didn’t make me want to kick a small dog.
Oh sure, she was attractive as a generic example of mainstream pulchritude, I suppose—I wouldn’t kick her out of bed for eating crackers, if it came down to that—provided I wasn’t involved with someone else at the time. That doesn’t really make sense, does it? You get the idea.
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