Ok here’s my bitch for today. It should be legal and unactionable to bumpdraft people in the left lane of an Interstate highway. For fuck’s sake people that lane is for PASSING ONLY. We all understand that you’re more important than everybody else but would it really mess up your day to get the fuck out of the way?

Sorry. I didn’t feel like posting last night. JPS is clearly a polished band that is probably headed places. The music was tight, the stage presence polished, and Leah knows how to work a crowd. They were really good.

I know this is stupid but what bothered me most was the two guys standing in front of me. I’m sure one of the two of them wears a short sleeved oxford with his employer’s name embroidered above the pocket for his day job. If I had to guess I’d say one was a salesman at Staples and the other was an assistant manager a Burger King. Niether could be cool if you fucking shipped them to McMurdo Station.  They both stood there with their hands in their pockets except for the occasional odd gesture. Then they’d return to looking uncool. Whatever. LOL.

The Fifth from Fayetteville just finished playing. They were pretty good… A straight up mainstream rock band IMO.

Two things though. The lead singer is a perfect example of what I was just talking about. There was nothing about him that would keep him from having a “normal” job but he looked like a rocker. The other thing was he constantly mentioned the band’s name– Which is good. I can’t tell you the number if times lately I’ve seen a band & didn’t have any idea who they were because none of the bands on the bill said their name. Pimp your shit; it’s ok, really.

Ok OCA just finished up. They were pretty good. Their bass player did some tapping that was pretty interesting. I don’t know that I’ve ever heard that done on a bass.

Now I have a complaint that doesn’t apply just to OCA but several of the bands I’ve seen lately. Would it be too much trouble to look a little like rockers instead of like you just left your java programing job at IBM?

And why is it that vocalist donbt seem to have any idea what to do with their hands anymore?

So here I am waiting for the band that’s opening for JPS to start playing & posting from my phone. How cool can technology get?

So, I stopped by Warlock’s to show Autumn how my fly new piercings were healing and we talked about swapping beads to hematites sometime. Then we talked about doing my inner conchs on my right ear. Sometime in January, I think. I want to make sure that I can sleep all night on my left side before I do it and the upper one on the left still hurts sometimes when I forget it’s there and bang on it or if it gets twisted while I’m sleeping.

Anyhow, here’s a pic I lifted from BMEzine of exactly what I have in mind.

Alright, so it’s Christmas. Have a Merry one. And don’t forget to buy lots of stuff ’cause that’s what it’s really all about, right? Can’t let Wal-mart down, can we now? I mean without Wal-mart how could we possibly Live Better?

Here’s a link to Steve Martin’s Christmas Wishes from a thousand years ago. Funny how things don’t change.

So I was listening to the radio the other day (I know, right) & this Hardees commercial comes on. Its some guy talking to some woman from Sanford that won a biscuit making contest or some shit & went to Hollywood to make a commercial. Anyway, towards the end of the commercial, announcer dude says “…who invented the original made from scratch Southern biscuit”. To which contest woman says “Hardees”.

According to Hardees website, they introduced biscuits in their restaurants in the 70’s (nothing more specific than that). Maybe it’s the drugs or whatever but I’m fairly certain I have memories of both of my grandmothers making made from scratch Southern biscuits well before the 70’s. They may or may not have been the original made from scratch Southern biscuits but they certainly pre-dated anything from Hardees.

What balls to claim you invented a foodstuff that has almost certainly been around for 200 years. Maybe I should claim I invented apple pie.

Tuesday night I had dinner with Paul. Niether of us were sure how long it had been since we’d seen each other but it’s been a while. Anyhow, we had pizza and talked for a couple of hours until they threw us out of Loop Pizza because the last guy was getting ready to clock out. A good time was had by all… and by all I mean me and Cooper. Everybody else that was invited came up with lame excuses why they couldn’t make it (Oh fuck off, it was a joke). I mean really, taking care of a child or picking your wife up from the airport… Where are your priorities?

So I got called into Personnel the other day and they explained to me that they had gotten a tax garnishment notice from Wake County and they’d be taking 10% of my check until it was paid.

The property taxes in question date from the 2 years I lived in TN and are on a car I registered there that I no longer own. I’ve explained that to them more than once & last time told the bitch good luck getting it because I don’t need to register that car anymore. That’s what I get for arguing with the gubmint.

After I found out about the garnishment I called revenue back and explained to them again. They said all I have to do is provide a registration for the vehicle from TN for the time period. So I called TN to see if I could get one. They told me that they could only do that in person due to privacy laws (which I’m totally behind).

So the short form of the story is that the government gets to tell you that you owe them money, decide how much, & then forcibly take it from you when you tell them they’re wrong. Good gig if you can get it, I guess.

For what its worth in TN you pay the property taxes when you pick up your plate or sticker thus avoiding any questions of whether the taxes are paid or due. But then, I guess, you can’t have a whole squad of feeders at the public trough to administer them, can you?

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