October 30th, 2007

Typing

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A crusty old Marine Sergeant Major found himself at a gala event hosted by a local liberal arts college. There was no shortage of extremely young idealistic ladies in attendance, one of whom approached the Sergeant Major for conversation.
"Excuse me, Sergeant Major, but you seem to be a very serious man. Is something bothering you?"
"Negative, ma'am. Just serious by nature."
The young lady looked at his awards and decorations and said, "It looks like you have seen a lot of action."
"Yes, ma'am, a lot of action."
The young lady, tiring of trying to start up a conversation, said, "You know, you should lighten up a little. Relax and enjoy yourself."
The Sergeant Major just stared at her in his serious manner. Finally the young lady said, "I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but when is the last time you had sex?"
"1955, ma'am."
"Well, there you are. You really need to chill out and quit taking everything so seriously! I mean, no sex since 1955!" She took his hand and led him to a private room where she proceeded to 'relax' him several times.
Afterward, panting for breath, she leaned against his bare chest and said, "Wow, you sure didn't forget much since 1955!"
The Sergeant Major, glancing at his watch, said in his serious voice, "I hope not, it's only 2130 now."
Rock - Guitar Zombie

Sad

I only just found out that Tsunami Bomb broke up. This is sad.

Seeing that the bend members all went and made new bands, I listened to clips of them. Some of it is just....it fails, which is also sad. It doesn't have the energy that TB had, nor the hooks. Just...eh, it's music for the MySpace generation, I guess. Thankfully, some of it is actually not bad. Specifically, the tracks I heard from "Nothington" have potential. Sort of a mix of Southern Rock without the trucks and pub-rock without the Irish.

For my Memphis peeps...they're playing tonight, and you're missing them RIGHT NOW.
Cry Blood (Hurt)

R.I.P. Robert Goulet

Robert Goulet, the handsome, big-voiced baritone whose Broadway debut in "Camelot" launched an award-winning stage and recording career, has died. He was 73. The singer died Tuesday morning in a Los Angeles hospital while awaiting a lung transplant, said Goulet spokesman Norm Johnson. He had been awaiting a lung transplant at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles after being found last month to have a rare form of pulmonary fibrosis. Goulet had remained in good spirits even as he waited for the transplant, said Vera Goulet, his wife of 25 years. "Just watch my vocal cords," she said he told doctors before they inserted a breathing tube.

Damn.
TV-WMD

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This article on "what a Writers Guild strike would mean to TV" makes me laugh. Gloom and doom, oh no...me? I say strike, guys. Strike and stay that way. TV is such crap anymore, it would do the whole thing good to cut back, and would do most people a WORLD of good to turn off the sets and read a damn book, or, God forbid, talk to each other.

Sadly, I know damn well that all this would really accomplish is more people whining online about how much they miss their shows. Face it, TVs are needles.