Archive for January, 2005
The days are long
I need a damn vacation. I’ve been working my ass off. And now that we’re in the new year, I have some vacation time. I’m thinking of taking Meghan to the mountains for the weekend. Anyone know of any cabins or places like that that are nice and secluded. Preferrably with no cell phone coverage. and no computers.
I’m getting a little burned out. I need some time to relax in the worst way. The bad news is that I have to work late next weekend all weekend long. ugh.
Enough bitching.
“…I’m a thousand miles from nowhere, time don’t matter to me….”
Something disconcerting has been happening to me for a while and now its really picked up the pace. Let me explain…
I’m from Dothan Alabama, a fact I’ve tried hard to forget in my life. I’ve lived all over the south, and I’ve even lived in Pennsylvania for a few years. But the fact is that my family is of the redneck persuasion. My mom is country as hell and my dad, though from west virginia, worked at the local country radio station in Dothan.
What’s happening is that i’m beginning to embrace my southern roots. I find myself listening to country music. And actually enjoying it. Ever since I got Sirius for my jeep I’ve been listening to this station that is all about old old old country music which is what my Dad used to play. So i’m having a bit of an identity crisis.
But it all boils down to quality. A lot of old country music has a simple no bullshit quality that I can dig. Not a lot of new music really comes across as sincere.
What is an Athens townie to do?
Napoleon Dynamite
I was having a discussion about this movie with my cousin and brother over the holiday. They were telling me the movie was pretty good with some memorable characters. I just watched it for the first time and I have to agree.
I think the best line was “I caught you a delicious bass. Wanna play me?”
Sweet.
I think the karate guy was pretty out there too. “Bow to your sensei!” He reminded me of Kris Ansley. Just kidding Kris don’t kick my ass.
Why did they pick 1982 for Uncle Rico? that year was like the Tuesday of years. Nothing happens on a Tuesday! (except I think 9-11 was on a Tuesday so nevermind)