Monday, August 10, 2009

This is the Heat of the Moment

No, this isn't a blog where I sing the greatest hits of Asia, I'm talking about my lack of air conditioning. The compressor went out of ours, and since our air conditioner would be getting its drivers license this year, I guess it's time to retire it and get a nice energy efficient model. Unfortunately, that costs money. Anyone got any get rich quick schemes, or want to hire me part time to pay for this thing? Also, we're having some duct work redone because the bozo who did it before we bought the place did a shoddy job. It seems to be his calling card. My A/C guy has already redone his duct work in 8 different houses this year.

Cuba, in the midst of their own financial crisis, is running short on toilet paper. Well, crap. No wait, don't! You have nothing to wipe it with! You've got to be pretty poor to not be able to afford toilet paper. Cuba blames the 47-year-old trade embargo that we put on them for most of these issues. Well, shouldn't have pissed us off.

Hard to tell if this is a man or just a woman in the circus, but reports say this Texas inmate hid a gun in his "flabs of fat." Nice to know they're still feeding you well in the slammer. I have so much I'd like to say about the treatment of prisoners. Supposedly they still have rights, but I'd like to think they checked those at the door when they were admitted. A typical day in the prison I'd run would consist of that old chain-gang ditch digging crap you see in the movies, maybe banging out some license plates, and picking up trash out on the interstate. That's just before breakfast. Breakfast is bread and water, if you're lucky. Don't forget that you'd be in tents outside and there would be no contact with the outside world. Before you go to bed, there's a really big gay dude that will come around to your tent, and he doesn't take no for an answer. I bet there isn't a line outside of people waiting to get into this prison.

Today's musical spotlight is on Big Audio Dynamite. This obscure 80s band was formed by Mick Jones in 1983 after he was fired from The Clash (which is another band that doesn't always get their due). He formed B.A.D. and turned them into an alt-dance group, of sorts. It really sounds nothing like the clash, with a lot of spoken word tape inserts in the middle of the songs. But it seems to work, especially on the wonderfully catchy "E=MC^2". "The Bottom Line" and "Rush" are a couple of other standout songs from Jones and company.

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