In the sun, it's 50 degrees and it feels so liberating. Too bad the only CD I had in my car for the ride home was My Bloody Valentine's "Isn't Anything." Great album but not made for sunny daytime listening.
So it's Friday, the weekend is just about here for me, and I'm going to arm myself with dozens of trash bags and start plucking out the stuff that can be thrown out. I am such a packrat it's sick.
One thing I will always be pack-rattish about are tapes. 60 minutes, 90 minutes, 120 minutes, labeled, unlabeled, with case, no case, record tabs broken, some taped over, aaagh. I aircheck a lot of my on-air work and even though I'm moving on, I still like to hang onto that kind of stuff, even back in the daze of college radio. Some of it's painful to listen to, but I'm glad I have it. So basically I'm going to have three Stor-a-Way boxes full of mix-n-match cassette tapes. One of these years I'll catalog it and organize it and keep it in more orderly fashion, but that's waaaaay down the road.
Sunday the Patriots try for their third Superbowl in four years. It's good to be king. To think this very franchise was once the laughingstock of sports. I remember in 1990-91, rooting for them to lose just to see how low they could go. They finished 1-15 that season. Thanks, Rod Rust. (You too, Victor Kiam, wherever you are, you razor-shilling piece of shit scumbag bastard
Funny, that, the Pats were once owned by an electric razor mogul. Now they play at Gillette Stadium. Now's the part where I mutter some trite crap using the words "full" and "circle"...)
Two weeks and change to Portland. I can't wait. As a great man once said, and I believe his name was Marshall Tucker Band, "I've paid my time, and a new life is going to be mine" (insert flute solo here.)
Have a great weekend.
So it's Friday, the weekend is just about here for me, and I'm going to arm myself with dozens of trash bags and start plucking out the stuff that can be thrown out. I am such a packrat it's sick.
One thing I will always be pack-rattish about are tapes. 60 minutes, 90 minutes, 120 minutes, labeled, unlabeled, with case, no case, record tabs broken, some taped over, aaagh. I aircheck a lot of my on-air work and even though I'm moving on, I still like to hang onto that kind of stuff, even back in the daze of college radio. Some of it's painful to listen to, but I'm glad I have it. So basically I'm going to have three Stor-a-Way boxes full of mix-n-match cassette tapes. One of these years I'll catalog it and organize it and keep it in more orderly fashion, but that's waaaaay down the road.
Sunday the Patriots try for their third Superbowl in four years. It's good to be king. To think this very franchise was once the laughingstock of sports. I remember in 1990-91, rooting for them to lose just to see how low they could go. They finished 1-15 that season. Thanks, Rod Rust. (You too, Victor Kiam, wherever you are, you razor-shilling piece of shit scumbag bastard
Funny, that, the Pats were once owned by an electric razor mogul. Now they play at Gillette Stadium. Now's the part where I mutter some trite crap using the words "full" and "circle"...)
Two weeks and change to Portland. I can't wait. As a great man once said, and I believe his name was Marshall Tucker Band, "I've paid my time, and a new life is going to be mine" (insert flute solo here.)
Have a great weekend.
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nordicgoddess:
Tapes!! I used to make so many mix tapes I have a big plastic box full of them in my storage unit. I still go in there to find some stuff I never got on CD, like Public Enemy! I like "Fear of a Black Planet" and listened to it all the time in High School. It is nostalgic for me so I dig it out and rock out! I say, keep them if you wanna! 
sarahg:
meh. i wanted philly to win. oh well.
