My Cartoon Inspired MI-5

1) Johnny Quest meets his friend Hadji in India. Tell us about a friend you have/someone you met who is “far” away. (You determine what “far” is.)

I met Amy by way of Neurotic Fishbowl. The lady who ran that site–I think her name was Amy too–did something called the “Burn It.” She had this theme, and asked people to make a CD with songs that followed the theme. She then divided everyone who signed up into groups of four. You then made a CD, and sent it to those other three people. In return, those three would send you their CD. Amy was in my group. I still have her CD, too! Since then, she’s made several “friends” here in in Maine, but I don’t think she’s met any of them.

2) Scooby Doo and Shaggy are always hankerin’ for a snack. What have you got a craving for recently?

My wife let me indulge a craving for Twinkies recently. I hadn’t had one for some time, and Julia mentioned she wanted one. So at the grocery store on Saturday (I think), we grabbed a box. I had one last night. The kids like them so much, it may be the only one I get!
3) There are so many trains in “Thomas and Friends” I can’t keep track of them all! Is there a group of folks you’re involved in, and yet you don’t know everyone’s name (e.g. chruch group, business group, support group, etc.)? Can you tell us about it?

In Kiwanis, we try very hard to get around to each member of the group, shake hands, and say “Hi.” And, as the bulletin editor, I really need to know everyone’s name. Still, it can be hard. I’m also on the Advisory Board for the local Salvation Army. I’ve been a member of that board for a little over a year, I think. In that time, there are some members who are on the board, but I haven’t met them yet. If they come to a meeting, it must be the ones I have to miss!
4) Bill Cosby was only a regular on “The Electric Company” for one season before he left. What job have you held for the shortest period of time?

I had two jobs that didn’t last very long. My first real job was pumping gas at South End Exxon. I think I had maybe five months in that one–January through May. I left when they insisted that I come to work, even on my days off, just to “check in and see how things are going.” I also had a job for a short time as receiving clerk at our local Fashion Bug. It was my job to unpack clothes, and hang them on rolling carts for “the girls” to put on the sales floor. I never worked the sales floor, and I didn’t learn to run their register. I just stayed in my little room out back, and listened to CDs, and unpacked clothes.
5) Speaking of Bill Cosby, “The Junkyard Gang” from Fat Albert made instruments out of old junk. Do you have something in your house that’s old junk that you’ve turned into something useful? If not, tell us about something that’s junky, but that you just can’t get rid of.

I have a white marine pearl drum shell that I use as a trash can down in my basement.  Just put a trash bag in, and Walla Walla Washington, it’s a trash can.

Friday Fill In #94

1. Follow the red line on the map until you hit the blue line. Then you’re there!
2. A little extra cash is something I always take with me on vacation.
3. To achieve your goals, you must work at it.
4. “I like Halloween” is something I’d like you to know about me.
5. I have a local gig tonight. If you’re in Rockland, c’mon down to the Black Bull.
6. Float rope floats. (Sink rope doesn’t.)
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to coming home from my gig, tomorrow my plans include going to a winterizing workshop, and Sunday, I want to give it all I’ve got!

Interseting Epitaph

I was searching for some new, somewhat macabre desktop today (as many of you know, I have a bit of penchant for the dreary), and I came across this epitaph. Sally Pond died in 1774 at age 31, and was buried beside two daughters (one died at 20 years, the other at 21 days). Sally’s epitaph reads (in my somewhat modern translation):

Under this stone confined doth lie
Three subjects of Death’s tyranny.
The mother who in this close tomb
Sleeps with the offspring of her womb
Whereby we see Death’s cruelty
In cutting of both fruit and tree
Yet all his malice will prove vain
Both tree and fruit will spring again.

A “rubbing” of her stone is here. I dig it!

Ringo Wants Peace and Love, and No More Fan Mail

Check out Mr. Starr here.

Does Ringo owe his fans anything? No. Does he have the right to stop signing things? Absolutely. Did his announcement make him come off as a total jerk? Um, Mr. Starr, there’s a Mr. Rich asking for you on line #2…

Ringo, man, stop with the whole “Peace and love” bit. It only sounds that much more insincere, especially couched in your announcement to “toss” requests for an autograph. While you have a right not to be hounded by fans, your request makes you sound like a pompous, well, you know.

I’m not an autograph type of person. I have one autograph, and that’s from Toy Caldwell after my band opened up for him in Camden 15 years ago. I have never written to a star for an autograph, and never plan too. But Mr. Starr, your video really made me change my view on who I thought you were.

Now, what’s Charlie Watt’s address?

Friday Fill In #93

1. One of the best concerts/plays/movies I ever saw that I really didn’t think I’d like was Bed of Roses.

2. Turkey pizza with roasted red peppers and pesto is a recipe I recently made that was delicious!

3. It’s time for bed, little mouse, little mouse–darkness is falling all over the house.

4. Italian lemon creme cake is quite refreshing.

5. If I never hear the word “Play some Bob Seger” again, it’ll be too soon.

6. To one side of the curving road was a smoking wreck, and on the other was an ambulance.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to bed, tomorrow my plans include going to a church meeting, and Sunday, I want to do something interesting, but I don’t know what!

The Scooter Contest

Yesterday, Jim thought he saw my scoot parked at Wasses Hot Dog Wagon. It wasn’t me! Someone in town apparently has a blue Honda Metropolitan just like mine! I’ve been thinking I need to Billy Rhythm-ize the scoot, and now I know I have to do it. But how? Skulls? Flames? Wire wheels? I’ve been thinking some kind of sticker might be in order. So here’s the contest: find the perfect accessory for my scoot, so everyone will know “That’s Billy Rhythm.” Leave me a comment, or email me, a link to the product. If you’re the winner, I’ll accessorize the scoot with your idea, AND you’ll win a prize. Cool?

Jim’s MI-5

1. Name something a friend or loved one did for you in the last month that made you feel good.

I have had many people do nice things for me, and many within the last 24-48 hours. Susan bought me some chocolate. Jim and Gina both bought me breakfast this morning. Some dude last night gave me the thumbs up when I passed him with my scoot. (And when I mean passed, he passed me going the other way.)

2.  Name something you did for a friend or loved one in the last month and how did it make them feel?

I did something for someone who doesn’t even know it was me. They were surprised and happy. They think they know who did it. They don’t. That part makes me happy!

3.  Tell us about the first childhood family vacation that you remember. If you don’t have a memory of that then tell us the first family event memory you have.  Don’t forget to include details about that experience that stick out in your mind.

The first vacation that I remember was at Cathedral Pines campground. I remember going into Canada, and purchasing a scuba diver toy that I used in the lake. I also remember the “hermit crab burying fiasco.” My hermit crab, which we brought with us, was presumed dead. He wasn’t. As we were digging the hole, either Mom or Dad was holding onto the crab. They were holding him upside down. He didn’t like that. He showed them he wasn’t dead. We laughed. (Now that I think about it, though, I’m not sure that that happened at the same time as the scuba diver memory. It may be a different camping trip I’ve combined with Cathedral Pines. Mom? Lisa?

4.  Kids get hurt.  Tell us a time you recall as a kid when you injured yourself.

I got hurt fairly frequently. I had quite the file at the hospital. I think the time I was injured the worst was the time I fell of my bike riding in the parking lot of the Spruce Head post office. I hit my head on the curb. I seem to recall someone riding to my house and getting my parents. The drove me to the hospital. The last thing I remember was heading up “Powerhouse Hill” right before the hospital. Then I remember waking up in the hospital bed. For about that 24 hour period, I have amnesia, so I can only relate to you the stories I heard. I was apparently freaking out in the ER. I didn’t know who my parents were. Dad had to hold my head down while they took x-rays. He always told me there was a film of my head with his hand in front of it. One of my parents told me they didn’t realize how hurt I was until I came to, and when I did, the nurse in the room started crying. Apparently, that made them realize it was serious.

5.  Tell us something you want to do before the snow flies.  If you live in an area that might not get snow then before Christmas will do.

Get the house winterized. Do some leaf peeping. Mow the lawn one last time. Put 100 miles on the scoot.

Friday Fill In #92

1. October is my favorite month.
2. Susan waking from a dream and screaming scares me!
3. Leaves are falling all around, it’s time to read some Ezra Pound.
4. My favorite horror movie is Bram Stoker’s Dracula because it’s pretty true to the original book. (And, it’s not too scary!)
5. My childhood = good memories.
6. It was a dark and stormy night filled with masked pizza delivery boys, and balls of flame shooting from the eyes of giant grasshoppers, who roamed the streets, their screechy legs rubbing together with a “fingers on the chalkboard” sound.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to getting home from my gig, tomorrow my plans include some rest before my next gig, and Sunday, I want to ride the scoot!

Big Hair Thursday

It started when I came in the office door this morning. Barry was just arriving, and he said something to me and used the word “believin’.” That got me into Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believing.” From there, somehow, it quickly morphed into a Big Hair Thursday. We started singing Tesla tunes, and Def Leppard, and Van Halen, and who knows what else. Jim came in, and we were all rockin’ out together. Jim yelled out “Bill, sing another one!” And Barry said “Do ‘Photograph’ by Def Leppard!” So, I launched into it. As I came back around the corner, I found that Jim set me up! There he was, video camera in hand! We had such fun, I declared today as “Big Hair Thursday.” I encouraged the staff to sing/use hair metal song lyrics whenever possible. Gina had her Internet radio turned onto the hair station all day.

I sing Def Leppard in my faux Axel Rose voice
Pete head bangs to Quiet Riot, whilst I “Rock on!”
Barry air guitars to something

Right Now

I was perusing, with iTunes playing in shuffle mode in the background. Harry Connick’s “Jill” came on. I stopped, turned up the volume, closed my eyes, and listened…

“I know a girl
Who says she loves me
She says she needs me
And I have reason to believe her
Good reason
Like when we kiss
My eyes won’t open…”

Dear Lord, let me one day write something that good. And I love the recording too. The sax player, Jerry something or other, is so deep in it it almost makes me cry. And the band… The band is in a room. You can hear the room. It’s almost like they’re recording the whole thing live, with Harry and his vocal close mic’d, and then almost like the band is just behind him, pouring themselves into the tune.

Hey, here’s something special for you. Here’s the tune. Take a listen. The bandwidth is on me. If you like, go out and buy the album. (I liked the album so much, I bought the concert DVD!)