Effluvia

Unhappily married?

I've got to see this Quills movie.

How to buy a mattress. Enlightening stuff, really.

Suck takes a jab at Slashdot.

Some nerd must be joining the priesthood.

Journals

• Bad Hair Days
• Plaintive Wail
• Humidity and Hebephrenia
• Randomly Ever After
• U9
• Fukushu
• Nature of life...
• DNA Sequencing

Rap lyrics overheard from a truck that was next to me at a red light today:

"Got me a project bitch
she gonna start some shit..."

I laughed. The first time I heard 2-Live Crew's As nasty As They Wanna Be I laughed. I mean, it's a joke, right? All that cussing, it's funny. Like Weird Al, right?

Right?

Wrong! It's all dead serious now. Another reason hip-hop is as stunted, inbred and grotesque as the SNL-invented child of the Jolie siblings.

I heard this story this weekend, from someone who was there.

Back in the eighties several rock and roll legends got together to go into the studio in Memphis. Roy Orbison, Carl Perkins, Johnny Cash and Jerry Lee Lewis were all in attendance. Chips Moman was producing.

Someone thought it would be a good idea if Rolling Stone sent a reporter to cover the event. A call to New York was placed. The reporter who covered such things was hesitant, saying that Jerry Lee was always hitting on her and generally cutting up.

She was assured Jerry Lee would be well-behaved. She decided to come to Memphis.

She interviewed everyone present for the session. Jerry Lee had been told to be cool with this reporter, and he was. She got a good interview and Jerry Lee behaved himself. At the end of the interview he stood up and leaned over the table between them.

A bottle fell out of Jerry Lee's breast pocket, scattering pills all across the table.

Without missing a beat, the Killer explained the situation.

"Sinuses," he said.

The Wife and I went back to Memphis for Thanksgiving. It was pleasant, but not in the way that would make for an interesting story. We saw Jen and James, and Kathy, but mainly it was family time. My sisters and I had a quiet moment for Jack, our absent brother. We went with Jen and James to see Unbreakable, which I totally enjoyed. A lot of turkey was consumed.

You know what was nice about going home? It was pure pleasure to hear the delta drawl.

How 'bout them Saints? Leading the NFC west, beating the Super Bowl champions in St. Louis and without Jeff Blake and Ricky Williams. The Wife and I listened to it on the radio all the way from Jackson to New Orleans and it was quite thrilling. This means the Saints are 8-8. They can't have a losing season! That's worth celebrating, right there.