During my blog "downtime" I have actually been writing, I've just been doing it in a journal (you know, those antiquated blank notebooks that you write in, you know, with a PEN)
As I mentioned in a previous entry, I'm more of a "jotter" than a writer. Here are some of the jotted highlights from the interim journal.
10/17/08 * (on the train) Actually just had someone nudge me in the back to push me toward the door - even though there was obviously people crowded in frontof me - and OF COURSE there was no "excuse me".
10/18/08 * The ratio of crazy people to normal folk in any CTA setting is much higher than in regular day to day life, in my humble opinion. * Jeff Tweedy from Wilco came to Blue Man. This would have been far more exciting for me if I actually listened to their music - or better yet, even knew what Tweedy looked like. Still, interesting for a regular old boring Sunday @ BMG.
10/22/08 (I had actually made a note that gas was 3.25/gal.....it's 2.22 now) *So, the song on the iPhone flipped to "Don't Fear The Reaper". Now, talk about a song that got ruined by comedic circumstances! I love the song- and I always have. Remember, Nancy was a young mom - Danny & I listened to a lot of 70's rock stations growing up. As a consequence, I heard plenty of Blue Oyster Cult (and Queen, which is on now...). Now, as an adult I have always associated the song with Six Feet Under. Great show, great song. Then Ferrell had to go and take out that damn cowbell.
"I smoked, drank, ate anything I damn liked and inhaled embalming fluid for over 20 years. And you know, if it wasn't for that bus...I would've lived till I was 80." - Nathanial Fisher Sr., "Six Feet Under"