Ugh. I passed on the Day of the Dead ride. I am so lame. See, my bed was so warm and soft, I didn't wanna get out of it. I had band practice too. I got home Saturday, thinking I'd get a couple of hours of sleep, when Scott and the girls came home and made so much friggin' noise, sleep was impossible anyway. I made it through the shift and came home. I couldn't get much sleep on Sunday either. But Ali came to visit and I took her to the Columbia City Ale House for dinner. She got a new job and we had to celebrate-plus it was her first trip to SOUL HEAVEN. I tried sleeping when I got home, but again, too much going on...so I racked out for 9 hours on Monday!
I was at http://www.negroplease.com/, and although the aformentioned death of Jam Master Jay is sad-this comment made me laugh:
"Yesterday I paid tribute by answering the phone "Who's house?" and if they didn't respond "Run's house!" they got hung up on. It took some of them 4 or 5 tries to get it right. Some even tried to talk me out of hanging up on them but the way I see it, if you don't know the proper reply to such an easy question you weren't worth my time anyhow."
Today, I got home goofed off for awhile and then voted. Then I took Betty out for a long ride. We went along Lake Washington all the way to Lake City, then over to Greenwood Avenue, then down Holman Road/15th to Interbay then into Magnolia. I ran out of gas about two blocks from the village. I was surprised to find it take $7 to fill my tank and not $3 like I'd previously thought. I then went downtown to Elliott Bay Books and got my copy of David L. Hough's "Proficient Motorcycling" and then headed up Jackson Street to the Pho Bac Restaurant, where I had the most awesome Pho yet. I swear I needed a cig after I was done!
Then I rode home and slept.
I've been trying to avoid the media today, but alas, one of the guys here had NPR on when I came in. Now I have this song stuck in my head:
BREAKDOWN (Agent Orange)
Lyrics: Mike Palm/Steve Soto
they want us to tell them what to burn into the groove we're just gonna sit and let them make the first move the radio obsession doesn't mean a thing to me i don't like first impressions and i don't watch much tv i don't want to think about it who, what, when, or where i don't want to think about it i don't really care i don't want to think about creating something new i don't want to think about it because i've got much better things to do i don't want to think about it i don't want to see i don't want to know the kind of fool they'll make of me the public gets what they deserve not what they demand unless we all decide to be a business, not a band i don't want to think about it who, what, when, or where i don't want to think about it i don't really care i don't want to think about creating something new i don't want to think about it because i've got much better things to do - just like you it's just an awful nightmare and i get these awful headaches and i can't get any sleep at night i don't know what to do i don't know where to turn or what to think i haven't got a clue i don't know what's come over me i'm getting dizzy please will someone make it stop (repeat 2nd verse) (repeat chorus)
Yeah, I know it's actually about the music business, but the line "the public gets what they deserve not what they demand" is what is resonating with me now. Anyone wanna take bets on the day the shooting starts?