1. Published Buddy:
Here's a picture of me reading a long time blog buddy of mine, Mr. Shife's, book. He asked that his people take pictures like this, but then he said he was doing too much promoting and felt weird about it. Well, I will promote for him so that he gets the massive influx of my 7 readers over to his site. It's the least I could do. We have never met in person, but through blogging all these years, it's like we're close friends. I couldn't be more happy to say that he is a published author.
|I thought the glasses on the end of the nose would make me look smarter. Just made look older and nerdier.|
2. Ancient Farts
And here is a picture that has been on my laptop for months now. I forget where I found it, but it is from ancient China or Japan or somewhere, and it illustrates that try as you might, you have to admit that farts are funny in any time period or any distant land.
3. Type O Is the Awesome Type
It has been so long since I have been really passionate about a band. I guess the last time would be when I got way into Kyuss around 5 years ago or so. I just recently started listening to Type O Negative on a daily basis. I listen to them at the gym, in the car, and late at night when I come home drunk. That last listening session scenario isn't too popular with Mrs. Noisewater. Type O struck that perfect balance of being heavy, funny, emotional, evocative, and just brilliant. And the more you read about the late Peter Steele, the more you love him.
I read one story where he overdosed, and when the doctors asked him what he was addicted to, he said "Cocaine, heroin, and redheads." The doctors then asked his band mates what type of drugs redheads were, and his good friends and fellow band members just laughed. Some of you may have noticed that the top 10 nude scenes podcasts I published on this blog a few weeks back all had Type O Negative music in the background. This was for no reason, really. They're just a great band.
4. Coach Noisewater's Breakthrough Game:
The girls volleyball team I coach this season seemed to always show up to games and clam up, play all tight, and not give it their all. All season it has been frustrating because practicing with them, I know what they're capable of. I take this hard because I'm kicking myself wondering what I'm doing wrong. What could I have done to get these girls more mentally prepared? Well, tonight they pulled it all together and played their tails off like I knew they always could. Tomorrow at practice it's all about letting them know that playing like that is how they need to play from now on. Always. Approach the game like that and do everything like that. Work your butt off and control your own destiny. That's what it's all about, friends.
Talk to you again soon, blog buddies young and old . . .