Get Your Opinion Off Your Car

This is my first post on this blog not transferred over from my soon to be defunct MySpace blog. This isn’t a historic even or anything, I just figured I’d give the first non-MySpace entry its due. So, congratulations little guy, you deserve it.

I have an issue this morning. Well, it’s more an issue from last night that spilled over into this morning. My wife made enchiladas last night. No, my issue is not with the Mexican feast that she lovingly prepared. My issue comes from when I had to travel to our local grocer for a couple of missing ingredients.

I parked next to a 1992 Ford Taurus with an interesting bumper sticker. If it wasn’t at night and my cell phone had a flash on it for the camera, I would have taken a pic to post on here, but this will have to do…

While I don’t have an issue with his sentiment to promote the buying and purchasing of American products, I do have a problem with the tone of the phrase used. Does my owning and driving of a Volkswagen somehow make me less American than this gentleman?

Am I hurting the American worker by driving a car that is made in Wolfsburg rather than Claycomo? Should I buy a German flag magnet and put it on my car? My Dad is German after all. Nah, the Germans would never make something that tacky. However, some American company would probably manufacture it. In China.

I don’t hate my country. I don’t even hate this guy whose bumper sticker offended me. What I hate is the continued assumption that if you aren’t supporting someone’s particular cause in this country then you are somehow against them, and it’s personal. I think some people have watched too many Dirty Harry or Arnold Schwarzenegger flicks.

Let’s break down the message on the sticker itself.

“Get My American Flag…” – so, this guy and anyone else who purchased this mass produced sticker is somehow assuming that the American Flag is his intellectual property or he designed it? Could be. Or does he think that people who own foreign cars are out to actually steal all of his American Flags? Who knows, he could be crazy and actually believe that all the flags in the contiguous 48 states are his.

“…Off Of Your Foreign Car.” – who knows? Maybe I could just be driving my buddy’s Honda to the store quick for a six pack or a magazine. Maybe I have a good ol’ Chevy in my driveway and I’m catching the icy stare from this dude for no reason. “My friend is an asshole anyway,” I’d tell him in order to defend my poor choice in transportation. “He wipes his ass with toilet paper with the Declaration of Independence printed on each square.”

This flowed into this morning because our local sports talk radio station, which I spend about 90% of my time in my car listening to, 810 WHB has a program on Saturday mornings called “Racin’ Boys.” Now, I don’t particularly care for NASCAR or any other form of Americanized racing (man, maybe I do hate this country) but I’ll listen to anything while I’m half asleep on a weekend morning before 9AM.

Someone called in to the show and said that he didn’t have a problem with Toyota’s being in NASCAR. He said the people that do are hypocrites because they probably watch Sunday racing on their Japanese TV’s while they wear their favorite drivers T-shirt, probably purchased at Wal-Mart and manufactured in China.

The guy had a thick Missera (maybe you’d have to live here to get that) accent and used the vocabulary of a 5^th grader, but he made a very valid point. We don’t really live in an American economy any longer when it comes to the purchasing of most products.

We live in a global economy and it’s probably going to stay that way while most people are looking for “Everyday Low Prices.” So, until American auto manufacturers can produce a car that isn’t a complete piece of shit that I can afford and I feel is safe yet mildly sporty at the same time, I’m going to stick to buying Volkswagens.

Just sort of a side note here, have you noticed that the two big foreign car makers are from former World War II Axis powers Japan and Germany? Even most people associate exotic cars (IE Ferrari and Lamborghini) with Italy. Does anyone else find this awfully coincidental? Maybe it's just me.

I make a conscious decision to not shop at places like Wal-Mart. I don’t like it. They don’t pay their employees much, or take care of benefits for the non-management workers that make up 85% of their global staff, and yet they are the richest retailer in the world by leaps and bounds. I won’t buy from a company like that. But mostly it's because a majority of the people that shop there have the IQ of Forest Gump with none of the sunny disposition and life lessons that he had to offer. Not one damn piece of chocolate either.

That is called a personal decision. Well, “that’s not unusual Zach,” you might say. To you and me, probably not. You are literate enough to follow what I’m talking about, so you’re smarter than most people. But a personal decisions to purchase American made cars, or bar soap, or socks should be just that. You shouldn’t have to buy your opinions and put them on your car.

This country is now full of personal opinions on cars. “Stay The Course,” “They Started It, We’ll Finish It,” and my favorite “Support The Troops.” Give me a fucking break, do you really need to put crap like this on your car to prove you’re that much more American than someone who doesn’t? Keep your opinions to yourself, and keep your bumper clean. Your crappy 1987 Ford 150 will thank you for it.

And In The End?

Category: MySpace

I've been toying around with the idea for the past few months of ending my run on MySpace. I know, let it sink in. What is a person to do with no MySpace?? How crazy is that? Being between the ages of 14-35 and having a MySpace page is almost like having an email, or a toaster.

Honestly, I'm just sort of getting tired of it. I'm not a shut in, but I'm not really all about sharing myself with the rest of the world through this site. Of course I want to stay in touch with my friends with whom I'm in contact with, frequently or infrequently. I'm sure I'll keep a Facebook because it's less annoying. We'll see.

I'll more than likely continue to blog as well. Maybe at a steady pace again. I have two blogs, one for the Red Sox and one for the Huskers. You can catch me on either, but I think I may start another to blog about other stuff like I did here. I'm considering putting up all my old posts from this blog and puting it on the new one. Yikes, that would be alot of work. I'll let you all know.

Anyway, it's not goodbye, not yet. I haven't really decided entirely. This isn't a cry for help, I don't want a bunch of people telling me how much they'd love me to stay on MySpace. It's more about not having as much time for something like this any longer. It's not really a focus anymore.

Currently listening : Heresy & the Hotel Choir By Maritime Release date: By 16 October, 2007

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Cory

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Questionable Effort

Not my best writing effort ever, but I did spend time on it while bored at work so better to post it than just let it die. For your reading enjoyment...

It's not that uncommon to like Led Zeppelin, although some of my friends that I made and associated with would say that during my freshman year of high school I had an unhealthy obsession with the band.

I'm not sure exactly what tipped me off into purchasing "Houses of the Holy" in October of 1994 (see, I still remember that). My old man had a couple of Zeppelin records but they never generated any interest in me when I was a five-year old kid listening to KISS, Steely Dan and Bruce Springsteen. Before this time in my life I couldn't even hum "Stairway to Heaven."

So when I was at Best Buy with my Mom some fall Sunday afternoon, I decided that I would buy a CD with naked kids on the cover. My Mom of course knew what it was, she grew up in the seventies after all. No concern her child was forging an unhealthy interest in pedophilia.

It was one of those "I'm feeling adventurous" type days, even though buying an album from this band was anything but. You just have to keep in my that during the fall of 1994 I was reading Spin (still good back then) and listening to bands like Guided By Voices, Built to Spill and early Liz Phair. I listened to every band that magazine said was cool. I even still listened to leftover Seattle grunge. So for me, this was about as against the grain as you could possibly get because I'd already gone through my metal phase. Imagine my shock and awe at the bombast that came through my stereo speakers as "The Song Remains the Same" filled my room and house. I had a big stereo as a teen.

My interest in Zeppelin intersected with the release of "No Quarter: Jimmy Page and Robert Plant Unledded." Remember that? It was a VH1 Special, an album and eventually a VHS and DVD. It was the year before they were inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. The revival was on. The channel that debuted the special played Zeppelin videos and their concert film "The Song Remains the Same" over and over again. I taped it all, watched it and re-watched it a hundred times. I made others dine on my cornucopia of Zeppelin.

I played bass guitar before this epiphany of musical infatuation. Not until this band got under my skin did I get serious about learning and studying a craft and an instrument. Not long after I purchased my first Fender Stratocaster. Sure it was a Squire, but I was plugged in and poised to rock.

I bought books and brought them to school. I was ridiculed among friends for being so into a band that was seemingly only as cool as their parents. When someone asked me about Zeppelin, I didn't know if they were serious or if I was being mocked for the 78^th time that particular day.

The music to me was a gateway into music that I had never though of opening myself up to. Specifically, the blues. It's a sad affair when white kids from England have to compose songs on the backs of true pioneers, only to repackage it into a spiffy and pristine package suitable for middle America. But I needed a way in and I got it. The rest was a musical hodge podge of different world music as well. While I don't listen to too much international (or "ethnic") music I can still recognize different influences now. So, it helped.

From the fall of 1994 until the spring of 1995 if you saw me with headphones, you probably could guess I was spinning "Presence" or even "In Through the Out Door." Oh, I also had a four CD box set. I asked for it for Christmas because it had two songs that were not in release at the time. Remember, this predated internet downloading.

I've no doubt sealed my fanhood in the preceding. But I'm not here to tell how big of a Led Zeppelin fan that I was, or still am. What am I trying to say? I'm not even completely sure. The only thing that I know is that most people, teenage boys specifically, go through a Zeppelin phase. It's not hard to understand, it's a myriad of musical influences mashed together into something very pleasing. It's very sexual music, dumb as it is for me to type that even though I've seen it written about 376 times regarding the band. Anyway, teenage boys are all about the sex, or at least the sex they imagine in the palm of their hands.

Saying that, liking Zeppelin is boiled down by some as being for the tasteless and the musically inept. Most of the time, I may be inclined to agree. Really, you say? The songs are all over classic rock radio twenty-four hours a day. They've even lost some of their mystique by selling songs to Cadillac and letting the "Immigrant Song" be apart of Shrek the Third. I about puked when I saw and heard in a trailer that it was in the movie. Fuck Shrek, I hate those movies.

Even a few days ago at their reunion concert for Atlantic Records founder Ahmet Ertergun, videos surfaced immediately on YouTube and everywhere else. I wanted to see the show, but you couldn't film a Zeppelin concert back in the day without being practically beat up and consumed by the band's manager, Peter Grant.

Even with the shine off of Zep a bit, the reunion sparked something with me and I did something I didn't think I'd do. I was content to let my Zeppelin CD's sit on the shelf for the rest of my life, only listening to them very occasionally. However, last night I stayed up until 1:30 in the morning (lame that it's late now, I know) ripping every album of theirs into my iTunes.

Despite growing up (whatever that means), my musical tastes evolving or the music becoming dated, which it hasn't, I still can sit here at work and write while listening to "Four Sticks." They may not be trendy or hip or cutting edge, but when a band is good they're just good. If you don't get what I'm trying to say then you probably don't like the band in the first place, probably never will. And that's fine. I'm not going to go on and on about the layers of songwriting and production value that went into these albums that made them great compositions. Like my point in this entry. You either get it, or you don't. Either way is fine with me. I've gotten to the age where I don't care what you think. I've been there for awhile, but it bears repeating I believe.

If Zeppelin decides to play in the States, I know I'm going to be there. Not so much to say that "hey, at least I got to see them before they died." No, it's more to go and see a band that still knows what a rock and roll band is supposed to do and still do it well.

Planet Cool

I read the Drudge Report. That's 'read' in the present tense and not 'read' in the past like, Example: "Yeah Bob, I read Playboy for the articles one time and that's plenty for me." More like, "that's correct Bob, I read Playboy for the naked ladies." Hey, everyone should do it. Read conservative and liberal publications is what I meant, but Playboy as well. You can't be fair and balanced if you don't play on both sides of the fence, right? Although I don't think I'll be picking up a copy of Playgirl anytime soon. I draw the line at sexual preference.

So as I was perusing the conservative news aggregate, I came across a story about Al Gore profiteering off of his environmental speeches. As usual, I have issues with both sides here.

Number one, a conservative friendly news site, such as the one Matt Drudge runs, complaining about capitalism makes me laugh. You sure don't see them running stories and complaining about the price of oil or gas and how much money the suits at Exxon or BP make.

Number two, I've always sort of had a problem with Al Gore in general. Yes, I voted for him as Vice President in my 6^th grade mock election back in 1992 and for President for real eight years later, but I always had bad dreams about it.

What's my problem with Gore you ask? Well, it's quite simple if you were alive in the 1980's or watch a lot of VH1's nostalgia programming. I like the fact he makes the environment and issue, because I do think it's important. I also like the fact he's out there for South Park to make fun of. What would we do without him to combat Manbearpig? But I digress.

I'm sure if you think and remember really hard, you'll recall his wife's name. Tipper Gore? It's too funny a name to just forget after the past seven years or so. Dig a little deeper and you may even remember a little something called the Parents Music Resource Center, or more famously, the PMRC.

Right now, Al Gore is seen as cool and hip and embraced by people that read Rolling Stone and are socially conscious. Back then, Gore was the establishment and the one who gave cause to his wife's complaints about dirty music and dirty music videos. Remember the clips of Frank Zappa, Dee Snider and even John Denver testifying before a "Senate Committee" about the danger that their music didn't put children in? Al Gore was up there trying to censor artists and warn parents about W.A.S.P. Well, we should have all been warned about W.A.S.P., but they're the exception because they suck so much.

Everyone loves Gore because he cares so much about the environment and he's trying to protect our kids and our kids' kids. Really? How much of it is Gore's need to raise global awareness and how much is reserved for finding a way to make money outside of political office? Something he clearly has little interest in these days.

I don't have a problem with Gore trying to make a shekel or two while telling people about disappearing polar bears or rising tides. If someone is willing to pay than that's fine with me. What I have an issue with is conservatives complaining about capitalism when the other side does it effectively and mass amounts of people thinking that certain individuals are hip and happening when they're anything but.

Some may think that Gore is a wolf in sheep's clothing, at least those that would rather he just shut up and go away and continue to get fat. I think he's still just a politician in activist clothing. He's heart could be in the right place, but he's still a giant douche. And as we all know, politics and voting and everything wrapped up in it is just a choice between a giant douche and a turd sandwich.

Currently listening : Trees Outside the Academy By Thurston Moore Release date: 18 September, 2007

Moral Compass

Current mood: awake
Category: Religion and Philosophy

Ah, can you smell and feel that? Christmas is in the air, the lights are shining, the presents are being wrapped and families are making travel plans to spend time with their loved ones. It's a magical time of year, just don't let anyone in the Catholic League or Focus on the Family hear you say the words "Christmas" and "magical" in the same sentence.

Catholic League president William Donohue is on the prowl again, this time against kids and polar bears in shinny armor. The PG-13 movie "The Golden Compass" will be released this Friday, December 7^th nationwide. The movie is aimed at parents and their kids and is going to be one of the highest grossing "family fantasy" films of the season. With a star studded cast in Nicole Kidman and 007 Daniel Craig and totally awesome special effects, what's stopping you from buying your ticket now?

What's all the hubbub bub? Well, some Christian conservatives believe that this movie is an open ended and full out assault on organized religion. Focus on the Family's "Dr." James Dobson and Donohue are sounding the call and leading the charge against the film, which is adapted from novelist Phillip Pullman's trilogy "His Dark Materials." I'm going to plant the seed now, Pullman is public in his atheism.

The basic issue with the plot is that the "evil" and "mysterious" force in the movie is an evil and mysterious cult-like group referred to as the "Magisterium" which is a diluted version (at least in adaptation form) of the Catholic Church. The group has gone horribly awry from their roots and wields a hunger and lust for power that would make Montgomery Burns himself blush.

Just a little Catholic trivia for those not in the know, but Magisterium is also a term used in the Church itself and refers to the teaching authority of the Church. You can start to see why some conservatives are clearly upset by this fact and by the movie.

The reason they are upset is because this point is no coincidence. Pullman intended the books to be anti-organized religion. He is reportedly upset that the themes of secularism are watered down in the movie because New Line Cinema studio executives thoughtfully came up with the idea that an anti-religious move wouldn't be commercially viable for families this close to Christmas. As if most people even remember what Christmas is really about anyway. A gaggle of conservatives are worried that the movie will be a gateway to reading the books (oh my!) the movie is based on, turning sweet, innocent children into Godless creatures of the night who will stop at nothing at bringing down the Catholic Church and organized religion as we know it.

My issue with all of this commotion? The continued dismantling of the family. Whether your family is a single parent home, gay or lesbian couple with adopted kids or good ol' fashioned straight parents, people like Dobson and Donahue want to make your decisions for you. They don't want you to research the movie to see if it is fit for your children and in line with what you preach, or don't, in your own home. They want to make you "safe" from the thoughts and opinions and stories of others and mold their idea of what is good and right into your psyche.

I'm fairly sure that children seeing this movie won't be worshiping any God of the Golden Compass afterwards. If anything, and by the sounds of it, the movie will only teach them to question what they are told and taught, which should be normal. Sadly our society that is becoming increasingly saturated with social conservatives would want you to believe otherwise and would rather impose their will on you than let you be the decider.

Personally, I want my children to question and ask questions when I make a decision that will affect their lives. This way they have a certain level of understanding as to why or why not they are allowed to do certain things. It's exactly how I was raised and I think I turned out okay.

Do you know which religious group didn't have an issue or decide to take up a cause against the movie? Are you ready for this? The Catholic League of Bishops. That's right, the people who are actually paid servants of the Catholic Church thought the movie was positive because the characters in the movie demonstrated "free will" for their resistance to the Magisterium and went further by saying that this quality is a reflection of Catholic principles and is "entirely in harmony with Catholic teaching." What? Really? Shouldn't it be as easy as Dobson and Donahue seeking the advice of the very people they should be taking their moral and religious cues from? Not so fast my friend, they instead wish to challenge them.

When it gets down to it, this is the biggest issue I have. Uber-parishioners. Uber comes from Germanic tongues and is a cognate of both Latin (Super) and Greek (hyper) words. If individuals in an army are soldiers and normal citizens civilians, than individuals in the Catholic Church (priests, nuns, monks, bishops, etc) are to soldiers as normal citizens are to parishioners.

My experiences with parishioners are mostly negative. They believe that they have special say over religious matters and that they are, in fact, bearers and holders of the keys to the kingdom. Let me give you an example.

This past September my wife and I were enrolled in an "Engaged Encounter Weekend" because we, both being Catholic, decided we wanted to be married in a Catholic church. At the meeting the leaders and hosts were two married couples and one priest. The married couples passed judgement on everything from birth control to living together before being married. The priest, who was quite humorous and down to Earth, admitted to accepting his best friend's admission of being a homosexual and also admitted to being a recovering alcoholic. Very human.

The couples or, uber-parishioners, took the holier than thou route and told us the only way to a happy marriage was by doing what they did. The priest said the best way to a good and happy marriage was through God, personal faith (not collective faith) and communication. Now, usually you take the advice of the person with the most experience. However, I was less inclined to listen to what the married couples had to say. The priest in this situation, or most, I'm sure has given council to many married couples over his 45+ years of priesthood. The couples had only their experiences to draw from.

My point is that sometimes we listen a little too much to the people with the biggest microphone or the loudest voice. Or even those that outnumber minorities. We should be listening to the people who have devoted their lives to God or a god, if that's what you believe in. If not, then that is fine too. It's not up to me to judge you, because if there is a God, that's his job. I have enough to worry about.

I'm Catholic. I admit it, not practicing, but I am. I believe in God, but not necessarily everything that has passed from the dawn of time until now on the subject. No, I don't believe the Earth is only 6,000 years old. I figured that out in second grade during my fascination with dinosaurs. I believe in science, even (gasp!) evolution. If you aren't Catholic and/or you don't believe in God, that's fine too. If I had kids old enough to see this movie, they would also be old enough to understand that this movie and the series of books is just plain fantasy.

If my kids grow to believe that the Bible is in the same fictional reality as these books, that's fine too. All I'll be able to do, and all any parent can do, is raise their children the best they know how. They don't need the "Dr." James Dobson's and Billy Donahue's of the world telling them what to do. Excuse me, public religious uber-parishioners, fuck off, raising my hypothetical kids is my fucking business, not yours. So keep your maladjusted thoughts and theories to yourself.

From pre-marriage counseling to movies, people that believe in God a little too much turn weak minded people in dangerous people. They turn them into murdering terrorists who shoot up abortion clinics or they turn them into the next Bill Donahue.

Currently watching : Dexter - The First Season Release date: By 21 August, 2007

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	Stephanie	Well said sir. Posted by Stephanie on Thursday, December 06, 2007 at 9:47 AM [Remove] [Reply to this]

	Kristin	Now I'm gonna have to read the books and watch the movie. Lily's too young to understand any of it anyways, but now you've got me interested. Posted by Kristin on Friday, December 07, 2007 at 12:53 PM [Remove] [Reply to this]

Kristin

By the way I flunked Philosophy the first time because I stopped going, maybe you should have tutored me. Posted by Kristin on Friday, December 07, 2007 at 12:54 PM [Remove] [Reply to this]

Hanging Around

Current mood: sick
Category: Blogging

I'm sick today. My wife had the stomach flu on Friday and was pretty much out of commission the whole weekend. I thought I was in the clear until this morning and I came down with the same thing. I spent the entire day purging my breakfast and finishing season one of Dexter. I wish I had Showtime so I could watch season two. Oh well. My Dad had a Showtime t-shirt when I was a kid.

I haven't really posted anything of a serious matter in quite some time. I think it's been about three or four months. I used to have a healthy readership, at least that's what my little hit counter-thinger told me. I never really got into the blogging business for "the hits" or the fame and the glory that so many people expect. Writting is just something I would do in my spare time anyway. Even without people to read about it. Because as we all know, most of my life is fairly ordinary as are my thoughts.

I've been spending the past few months maintaining my sports blogs. One because my favorite baseball team won the World Series and a second because my favorite college football team underachieved all season, fired and then hired a new coach. I have a lot of accessible information to regurgitate to the public.

I must confess, I've been playing around with the idea of completely abandoning MySpace and Facebook, for that matter. Isn't not having a MySpace the new having a MySpace? I'm always looking to keep abreast of the newest trends among my age demographic.

I'm going to have even less time to juggle all of the little nooks and crannies I put my thoughts in starting in January. I'm going to go back to school to become a journalist. Or maybe I'll write PR for corporate swine. I guess it depends if my soul is for sale. I'm pretty sure it will be. Then I'll be happy to post in a few years on my MySpace blog about the wonders of corporate banking or meat packing. Maybe even drilling for oil in Alaska. Watch out, I'm pretty convincing.

It's December and it's only snowed in Missouri one time. It didn't even stick to the ground. I remember growing up in South Dakota and it hardly making it past Halloween before it snowed. My wife is convinced that it may never snow south of Iowa again. I told her to stop being such a goddamn hippy.

Anyway, I have really nothing better to do. My new issue of Paste hasn't been able to hold my interest since I got it in the mail last week. It's the December/January issue so you know it's one of those "countdown" issues. I fucking hate those.

It's like when Rolling Stone, possibly the most self-congratulatory magazine on the planet, took it upon themselves to name the best songs, artists and albums a few years ago. Rolling Stone, if you haven't figured this out yet, seems stuck in the late 60's or early 70's or reminding us how genius Dr. Hunter S. Thompson was, rather than finding the next great Gonzo (or, gasp! something different) journalist/political commentator/recreational drug captain. Rock and roll is dead indeed, however if putting Panic! At The Disco on the cover will keep their rag in heavy distribution and "relevant," so be it.

I've never seen a magazine posing as a music and entertainment source to be so blatantly liberal either. Don't get me wrong, I would consider myself liberal too, mostly. It's just become a monthly thing, and politics is a waste of time. Even though I talk alot about it. I subscribe to Rolling Stone for the musi...wait. I'm not sure why I pay for Rolling Stone to be completely honest. Back to countdown lists. The greatest artist of all time? Really? You really have to guess? The name of the magazine is the name of a...oh fuck it.

Bob Dylan is something of a conundrum for me. I like his music and recognize his brilliance just like John Lennon did. However, I am never short of stunned when it comes to the amount of people out there that are helplessly bound to the teat of one Robert Allen Zimmerman. I had this conversation with a friend of mine several months ago. We came to the determination that I like Bob Dylan the artist, but hate Bob Dylan the icon.

The biography that is currently playing across the country, "I'm Not There" is something that leaves me scratching my head. Google it or something it if you don't know what I'm talking about. Is it really necessary to have Cate Blanchett, Richard Gere or black kids play the part of Bob Dylan? In the same cotton-pickin' movie? Is Bob Dylan so much greater than Johnny Cash or Ray Charles that we can't have just one actor play him? I think Bob Dylan is a selfish asshole. And he has bad fingernails.

I saw Bob Dylan in concert a year ago a few weeks before I moved to Kansas City. It was at the ballpark where Sioux Falls' minor league baseball team plays. It was terrible. He sounded like shit and I felt sorry for him. I, felt sorry. For him. How absurd is that? I guess some things can be said for a career that has faded in such an unpropitious fashion. It was sad.

On that note, this concludes this blogcast for today. Be sure to leave your hate for the Dylan rant at the beep.

Currently listening : Raising Sand By Robert Plant and Alison Krauss Release date: By 23 October, 2007

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	J.F. Whitaker	You're sick on so many levels, dude. Posted by J.F. Whitaker on Monday, December 03, 2007 at 10:28 PM [Remove] [Reply to this]

	Stephanie	who you callin a hippie!? Posted by Stephanie on Tuesday, December 04, 2007 at 7:21 AM [Remove] [Reply to this]

Derek

Its finally snowed here, about twice now in the last week. Its been getting later and later every year it seems, maybe that hippie wife of yours is on to something.... i think i might have even heard a polititian talking about this whole "global warming" thing..... huh.... Posted by Derek on Tuesday, December 04, 2007 at 8:43 AM [Remove] [Reply to this]