The Planet's been spinning too fast lately, what with the new day job, crunch time on a few deadlines, a sticky second act in this film treatment, and the ongoing saga with my computer. Now I can't get the new guy to find my scanner. It's RIGHT THERE! Next to the printer. I can touch the damn thing so why can't you see it?
As usual, I digress. Or maybe it's not a digression as I have nothing to post about. I don't have time to go into Bush's speech, but I could write for days about the National Guard on the border. I've stood guard in the high desert when it was freezing goddam cold, two hours on, two hours off, until I began to hallucinate and nearly lit up a cactus I'd just watched low crawl fifty feet.
I know they enlisted, but I feel sorry for the poor fuckers who joined the guard to play cards once a month. First they get extended tours of Iraq with hajis trying to blow their huevos off with IEDs and now they get to stand alone in Bush country, watching the flora walk and wondering just where it all went so fucking wrong.
Ear worm update - I woke up with this POS rolling around in my head:
I am strong,
I am invincible,
I am wooomunnnn
I don't know why. But I told Jenny and she started singing a much better song, "It's a Man's World" by the man himself, James Brown.
That made me think of Manfred Mann (Do Wah Ditty) and When A Man Loves A Woman and Candyman and there have to be thousands of songs with man or woman in the title.
So play around with that Planeteers, while I get ready for work. Give me some Man/Woman song titles. Or talk about the immigrant issue if you want to. Or serving in the Guard. Whatever you want to talk about is fine with me.
Now wish me luck on these deadlines and getting my new computer to shake fucking hands with my goddam scanner. I mean, it's RIGHT THERE!