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Damned song is stuck in my head. Turns out it is by ‘They Might Be Giants’, who have been around since, err, forever. I hope they release this as a full track sometime.
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Last weekend was pretty fucked up.

I woke up with my back hurting, of course. I have some coffee, try to get comfy and can’t. I contemplate hanging upside down from the staircase like a bat.

Then the phone rings and it’s my Mom telling me that my uncle…my uncle who was like a combination brother\father to me is in the hospital with a serious ailment (one which I shall not divulge here, sorry).

I tell her that I knew — had known since Christmas about the illness itself, and she immediately moves into that area of ‘why did he tell you and no one else” what else did he say’. So I clam up, because I didn’t know he hadn’t told anyone else.
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So I’m sitting there, feeling like ass and wondering if it would be beneficial to drive to Nashville to see him, knowing damned well that it would be the last thing he wanted. No one wants people hovering over them while they’re in the hospital.

As I sit about the house, I go to check my email. Inside is a note from the VP of Sales and it tells me and the rest of the team that one of our coworkers was shot dead in Tampa Florida Saturday night.
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My back has been giving me hell since the day after Christmas. Suffered it for a few weeks, but eventually broke-down and saw on orthopedic guy who’s helped me out previously.

So after a round of steroids and anti-inflammatory and muscle relaxers I’m still feeling like hell. Spasms and shooting pains and stiff necks that cant turn make for long and tense days.

So, this week I have to head in for an MRI - lie perfectly still and don’t move, literally, a muscle. And hopefully well come out with a diagnoses more descriptive than ‘arthritis’.

Making it worse, I’m supposed to be on a plane to the UK next Saturday. That’s exactly what I need - 11 hours in the tin can, god there’s got to be a better way.

Poor guy is always paying for what others do. Sigh.

http://www.wzzm13.com/news/news_article.aspx?storyid=86444

Anonymous residents on Lindy Lane claim Jean Mansel isn’t picking up after her dogs, so to entice her to do so, they took something close to her heart.

Those residents say their Mansel’s wiener dogs leave their leavings in their yard.

So, they stole her 80 pound statue of Jesus.

The note reads: “We are holding Jesus ransom until you clean up the poopie from your wieners and trust us we see you take your wieners for long walks w/out picking up their poopie in our yards. This has upset us dearly so please clean up all the weiner poopie, if you want to see Jesus unharmed. Sincerely, Lindy Lane Residents.”

And this, my child, is when you stuffed me in the back of a van.

“There were footprints behind it, and footprints in front of it,” she says, pointing out where the statue used to be.

Somehow found this on Youtube. A couple of ‘in the know’ but older film producers see current movies then discuss them in their living room.

Very cute, a tiny prudish and very honest.

Starting with SuperBad (50/50 review)

Next up is Juno (both love it):

Sean Penns ‘Into the Wild’: