pookah

Monday, man, and I'm feeling fine.

It's chilly outside, kind of windy, and I have all the windows open. The air smells good and Rod Stewart and The Faces are kicking some serious white-boy blues ass.



I'm going to Ireland over Christmas. I have lots of family in Rostrevor and Clara, so I'll have loads of fun seeing cousins that I used to only see wile they were here during their Summer vacations.

Ok, I have a suggestion for Belle and Sebastian; please cover "Jennifer Juniper" by Donovan, ok?

I haven't got a whole bunch to write today, really, life's been pleasantly uneventful. The broken heart I think I had seems to be gone and the woman that did it to me means nada to me. Shoot, I tried and she didn't, her loss. Boo-fucking-hoo. Besides, I'm meeting a nice woman in October, someone who's sweet and smart and kind, so, yeah, I'm stoked.

OH! i got some new movies on disc! Tower had a large bin full of cheap videos and I bought a few. I got "Night of the Living Dead," "Sherlock Holmes and the Secret Weapon" with Basil and Nigel, "The 3rd Man" starring Orson Welles and Joseph Cotton, "Nosferatu," "Gulliver's Travels" animated by Max Fleischer, the Original "Phanton of the Opera," and "Carnival of Souls." I've never heard of the last one but it sounded good: "....It is nearly impossible to watch this film and not be haunted by its combination of music, silence, and imagery." Sounds cool, huh?

Ok, we've switched to The Wedding present for some good shoe-gazing whilst I knock back the last of this vino.

I listened to The White Stripes for the first time and liked them. They sound just like a few bands I like, though I just can't think of who those are, but who cares, right? It's just rock and roll and I'm too old to be cool.

Hey, so I feel like sharing. Anyone want any music? I'd be quite stoked to send you a cd.

So, yeah, that's about where I'm at right about now, man.

Here's a joke for you:

Two Irish men walk into a pet shop. Right away they go over to the bird section.

Gerry says to Paddy, "Dat's dem".

The clerk comes over and asks if he can help them.

"Yeah, we'll take four of dem dere birds in dat cage dere," says Gerry, "Put dem in a peeper bag."

The clerk does and the two guys pay for the birds and leave the shop. They get into Gerry's van and drive until they are high up in the hills and stop at the top of a cliff with a 500 foot drop.

"Dis looks loike a grand place, eh?" says Gerry.

"Oh, yeh, dis looks good," replies Paddy.

They flip a coin and Gerry wins the toss.

"I guess I git to go first, eh Paddy?" says Gerry. He then takes two birds out of the bag, places them on his shoulders and jumps off the cliff.

Paddy watches as his mate drops off the edge and goes straight down for a few seconds followed by a 'SPLAT'.

Paddy shakes his head and says, "Fock dat, dis budgie jumpin' is too fockin' dangerous for me"

A minute later, Seamus arrives. He too has been to the pet shop and he,walks up carrying the familiar 'peeper bag'.

He pulls a parrot out of the bag, and then Paddy notices that, in his other hand, Seamus is carrying a gun.

"Hi, Paddy. Watch this," Seamus says and launches himself over the edge of the cliff.

Paddy watches as half way down, Seamus takes the gun and blows the parrot's head off.

SPLAT!. He joins Gerry's remains at the bottom.

Paddy shakes his head and says, "An' oim never troyin' dat parrot shooting nider"

A few minutes after Seamus splats himself Sean strolls up. He too has been to the pet shop and he walks up carrying the familiar 'peeper bag'. Instead of a parrot he pulls a chicken out of the bag, and launches himself off the cliff. With the usual result.

Once more Paddy shakes his head - "Fock me Sean, first der was Gerry with his budgie jumping, den Seamus parrot shooting and now you fockin' hen gliding".