I'm pleased to see a couple favorites of mine join the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame! Heart is a band that completely blew me away years ago at a concert, and I've been a fan ever since. They're one of those rare bands that sounds better live than they do on recordings. You just have to be there, but they really rock.
Donna Summer takes me back to my younger days when I'd listen to pop music on my little transistor AM radio, and l remember loving "Love To Love You Baby" and "Hot Stuff." I've always been more of a pop-music fan than a hard-rocker, and I'm glad the Hall is opening up the doors a little wider for pop acts! Donna would be so proud!
I don't think anyone's noticed yet, but today I smell like my garage (shown here). On the way out the door, I grabbed an otherwise clean, blue hooded sheatshirt (It says "Orlando"on it!) that's been hanging in the garage a couple weeks.
It's a combination of garage dust, oil and tires, which I think is a delicious, macho, he-man smell that Ralph Lauren should contact me about bottling if he really wants to make a buck or two. In the meantime, I think I'll put some more clothes out there!
I'm getting increasingly annoyed with the people on TV ads (shown here) for casinos. Have you been to a casino? Where exactly are they keeping all the 23-year-old, beautiful, well-dressed fancy people, who smile and win and then jump up and down in slow motion? (They're so sophisticated too! They have wine!)
The actual people in every casino I've been in are regular people, like my parents. (shown here)
Another sad day today. Today I've been thinking about how I'm going to discuss this with my kids. The other day we were thinking about taking our kids to a movie, and they both said they were scared of somebody shooting them. Seems like our kids are growing up in a world where they have to be scared all the time.
It's all changed so much since we were kids. When I was 9, my parents put me on a Greyhound bus alone for 6 hours to go visit my cousin. Later, as teenagers, we'd drive over to the airport and wander around just watching people and the planes take off. You could walk right up to the gate without a ticket or even a good reason to be there. Nothing like either of those could happen today.
I don't know if we were actually safer back then, but I know we weren't as scared as my kids are now. I hope it's not always this way.
I'd just like to reassure the vast majority of everyone that your teeth are white enough already!
I just saw a commercial for toothpaste that whitens teeth, then one for mouthwash that whitens teeth, then one for, I think, shoes that whiten teeth. Then an "entertainment reporter" came on with these ridiculous glowing choppers that sort of blurred everything around them, like looking straight into the sun does.
Some people are clearly going too far and are beginning to resemble some sort of electric-mouthed space aliens. Clearly the toothpaste/dentist/mouthwash/CIA/Cuban/entertaiment reporter syndicate behind this scheme is making a big pile of money, having convinced everyone that you're a worthless toad unless you have a mouthfull of 500 watt lightbulbs.
You're not. You look fine. Relax.
Everybody else in my family is sick. It started with a cold my daugher brought home from school. Now I am the only one at 100%, the last holdout, the "rock," as I say.
So I've gone into super-stay-well mode. I'm washing my hands so often, they're dried and crackly. (This is not our bathroom pictured above. Are you kidding? This one's clean.) I won't touch a towel anyone else has used. I wouldn't let my wife touch the dishes from the dishwasher.
The biggest challenge is changing the channel on the tv. "Who touched the remote last?" I ask. Then I put a paper towel over it and push the buttons through the towel. Unfortunately, I haven't memorized what button does what, so mistakes are made. A small sacrifice to make.
Former Vice President Dick Cheney, discussing the tensions with North Korea, told an audience "we're in deep doo-doo!"
Was this Cheney's way of telling us that Kim Jong Un has secretly developed a doo-doo missle? It's not deadly, but it'll ruin your best shirt.