Shouting into the Storm Rantings, ramblings, observations and musings from the insipid to the sublime

Wednesday, August 28, 2002 :::
Gods, but it has been a few days since I've written. Yesterday I had convinced myself I'd get myself up in a good lather about American Traditions. Today, it is raining, I'm getting a cold, and I'm dog-ass tired from my birthday weekend. So, the righteous indignation will have to wait until later in the week. Today, I'm going to do what real columnists do when they don't feel like thinking - the Random Observation article. So, without further procrastination, here are knicks and knacks picked up from a weekend of pillaging and plundering in the Greater Boston area.

Big Bad Voodoo Daddy - good show in clubs. Not so good show in casinos. Speaking of which, why go see a big swing band if you are just going to stare blankly at them. Folks, it is Connecticut, not Vegas.

Why is it that the townies you swore you'd never become are suddenly a refreshing sight when you haven't been in that old townie bar for a few months?

Be careful with karma. It is in limited supply. Use it carefully, like that last pint of water you have while wandering the desert.

Now that I'm 28, if I become a rock star, does that mean I have to die an traumatic and horrendous accident to really get noticed? Some of you are laughing, the rest of you are confused. Hint - how old were Joplin, Hendrix, Morrison, Cobain, etc. when they died? 27 is not a good age to be a rock star.

Ace-4 off-suit is a terrible starting hand for Texas Hold 'Em. In fact, don't play poker when you're so tired you can't see straight.

If you ever need a boost to your self-esteem, I highly recommend walking around a casino. Check out Bill Simmon's Bane of the Casino article for more proof.

I will never share a room with my buddy Chris without bringing earplugs.

I am not allowed to attend another Red Sox game this season. I am currently 1-6, that single, lonely win way back in April against the hapless Orioles.

I never thought air hockey could provide the type of soundtrack usually reserved for bad Spice Channel porn movies.

Hotel managers don't like getting phone calls at 4 AM about certain adult-oriented noises coming from your room.

::: posted by Chris at 3:38 PM

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