Tuesday, June 30, 2009


I won't pontificate on the Michael Jackson story. There is nothing to be said; the facts are what they are. With that short and salient point:

Jamie Foxx is an insufferable, arrogant asshole. Period. And he comes off as a racist prick. If anyone saw his spiel/rant on the (predictably transparent) BET awards, he conveniently forgets that a major percentage of his audience, etc. are white people. He's an ignorant douchebag; I've said it before and I'll say it again. Someone please tell me, where is this guy's talent? His performance in Ray was nothing special; I'm sure casting agents could have found someone with more range. People, wise up: don't pay to see this idiot's movies and ignore him. Once he doesn't gain any attention, he may realize he's shot himself in the foot.

And of course, Rev. Al is out there, race pimping, as usual. Should anyone be surprised?

This is going to be a long mourning period (translation: the vultures are circling overhead...).

Saturday, June 27, 2009


This has been a quiet, low-key month. Work, nursing home issues have begun to arise and concentrating on making music while keeping the balance. I'm sure I'm not the only one.

Nothing exciting or new to report. A weekend getaway is on the cards for next week and beyond that, I can't think too far ahead.

But please stay tuned... within a few weeks, I think there may be something to unveil.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

The affirmations of modern man?

Why, why, why do I have the same susceptibilities as everyone else? I didn't get a hard on for the iPhone--no, I was jonesin' for the Palm Pre. And damn it to hell, I bought it yesterday; ported my number over from AT&T to Sprint and said "now we got it right". Got what? Sometimes, my own compulsions (which is a nice way of saying stupidity) have a phenominal grip on me. But okay--onward and upward.

"Rose Tattoo" is almost done. I'm happy with it--very happy. Rates up there, so at 44, I still have it.

Gym and Target run tonight... how very suburban of me.