It’s been a great while since I did an old fashioned Friday Mental Massage. I need a good mental chop-chop right now. So, let’s get to it, shall we?
I am an unabashed Brett Favre fan. Favre makes me excited to watch football. I have an emtional attachment to his style. That said, I sort of wish he’d just stayed home. I have never been a Jets fan and I don’t think Favre is going to change that. It feels way too much like when Joe Montana joined my beloved lovable losers, the Kanas City Chiefs.
I dreaded the day when I’d finally have to relate to Hank Williams Jr. But, it appears that all my rowdy friends have, indeed, settled down. My wife actually wants me out of the house tonight and I don’t have anything to do. This is usually where danger lies.
I found a good sale on a cheap 32″ HDTV for my bedroom. After battling the HDMI question, I discovered that I didn’t have a choice. Before I move to HDMI, I need a DirecTV receiver and DVD player that supports HDMI. Nonetheless, even with component cables, I am already rowdy to have something worth watching in bed (where I watch at least 80% of my TV and movies).
I used my new TV last night to watch a documentary set in my old stomping grounds in the Ozark Mountains. Homemade Hillbilly Jam is the story of the people keeping hillbilly music alive. The camera and sound work are pretty good. The focus and storytelling left a bit to be desired. It is centered around a Springfield, Missouri band called Big Smith. I’m a pretty big fan of the band and if you already know them, it’s a fun little romp. The doc itself…well, I just wish I’d been working on the project.
My Red Dawn moment has finally arrived. I knew the Russians would invade Georgia soon. Now, all I have to do is round up the boys, some provisions, and some guns and head for Rabun County. Those commies aren’t going to make to South Carolina. Whatta ya mean they aren’t commies anymore? No matter. Now, where is Patrick Swayze when I need him.
Speaking of the commies, I am at a loss about this whole Chinese Olympics thing here. Rather than rehash all the arguments here, let’s just say this. I’m no big fan of how America has handled the environment, human rights, and its own Constitutional issues in the past several years. That said, to have the world games…oh, forget it. You know what I mean.
The wife and kid just came home. The kid immediately set up an improvised trap set. While cute and somewhat encouraging about his future in music, it makes it exceptionally hard to think about anything other than how I don’t want to be thinking right now. And so, I’m going to go not think.
My finger is healing nicely. Thanks for asking.It looks a little funny, but no serious damage. Still hurts sometimes, but nothing serious enough to keep me from activity.
What sort of activity, you ask? Well, oddly enough, I’ve started playing disc golf again. I’ve played 14 out of the last 15 weekdays with my buddy G-Rob. No matter how geeky it sounds (and it is rather geeky), it’s a great outlet for energy and comepetition. Plus, it takes an hour and half a day, which is rather reasonable when weighed against more manly pursuits like poker and golf.
If you haven’t seen the Events Calendar on the left side of this page, you’ll see I have several fun events planned for the next couple of months. I’m headed to PA for The Bash. Then I’ll be seeing Yondder Mountain String Band and going to LEAF in October. Anyone care to join me?