Saturday night is alright for...

From Craigslist:

Newly formed SUPERGROUP in Boulder is looking for a few more
multi-instrumentalists to complete our sound. We will begin as a cover band and
evolve into an all original with time. We must first build our chops, chemistry,
and fine-tune our line-up, and find OUR SOUND, then we will write and record an
original album, get signed, and tour, sound like fun to you?

Damn, I think I've heard this one before!

Basketball Finals

It's over. Congrats to UNC and Roy Williams for their championship victory last night. What a great game. You know what other game was great? The Rockies' home opener. They were down 10-8 with 2 outs in the bottom of the 9th. A couple of their rookies came through with flying colors and they won 12-10 on a walk-off homer.

Anyways, the wrap-up of the Bracketology contest -

astridlynn garnered 46 points
studiodoctor managed to collect 106 points (thanks mostly to picking UNC and Illinois to meet in the final)

I'll be sure to make a Frozen Four final tally after this weekend.

Back to some normalcy here with the departure of Walchy and Dittmar. It was great hanging out with those guys. They picked a great weekend to visit weatherwise. Today was like North Dakota here, in fact they issued a blizzard warning for east of here. I don't think it snowed there though, since it didn't snow here at all and we were supposed to see 3-6 inches of the white stuff. Back up into the 70s though before the end of the week, just in time for me to re-enter the "9-to-5" world.
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    3 Doors Down - Let Me Go

Prescription drugs for Musicians

From the pages of Performing Songwriter (credit to Bill DeMain) comes a new line of legal prescription and OTC drugs tailored for the needs of musicians -

Protoolamine - relieves wavering pitch (I believe the generic of this is called antaresine)

Dixichixil - prevents unpatriotic outbursts

Divanol - controls excessive melismas and over-emoting

Tylenol-MP3 - for the pain caused by illegal downloading

Polka-Seltzer - fast relief after a night of beer-barrels, cabbage rolls and half-steps

Eminenema - for the release of excessive pent-up rage

Hat-actin - for relief of those ten gallon headaches

Sham-E - for depressed Elvis impersonators

Beyoncedril - calms the stress of ubiquity

Reggaine - regrowth medicine for those thinning dreadlocks

'Fropecia - regrowth medicine for those '70s soul dos

Debrox-A&R - removes earwax build-up so you can hear that single

Petebestrogen - relieves the disappointment of being kicked out of bands

Dylanol - clears nasal passages fast

Sinatracal - your croon won't be the only thing that stays smooth with this high fiber powder

Brozac - eases the disappointment of white guys who wish they were from the 'hood

Jambandivent - for those headaches caused by excessive nodding

Brevacid - controls the urge to write songs over five minutes long

Celinex - reduces pain from excessive chest pounding (I think this one needs to solve more symptoms)

J-Lotrel - for media over-exposure of all kinds

F***iNDeNt (formerly Effident) - for those hard to clean gold-plated dentures (WHAAAT? YEEAAAHHH!)

DL-Rothicillin - for the stinging caused by excessive indulgence with groupies (renamed from HumilyzipidybupityBOPicillin)

Lesterbangsamine - stimulates the prose of uninspired rock journalists

Keefix - a reanimating elixir, endorsed by Keith Richards

Britalin - for American singers who unconciously try to sound British

Metallicamucil - for heavy metal and spongy stool

26 Signs you're all grown up (and don't mind a bit)

I'm taking this from November's "Men's Health". Thought I'd share with everyone. What's scary *not that I don't think I'm grown up* is how many of these I find extremely true!

1) All you want to do after that knock-down, drag-out fight with your girl is apologize and have make up sex rowdier than a rugby scrum.

2) Oh, so that's what a good cabernet tastes like.

3) You are so friggin' ready to vote you can taste metal.

4) Seven hours of uninterrupted sleep is more valuable than staying up late with the Vivid girls.

5) You feel almost no desire to get any current athlete's autograph.

6) You clean and put away your tools.

7) You fantasized about a MILF the other day, and she was the same age as you are.

8) You maintain an arsenal of clippers to trim everything from hedges to grass to ear hair.

9) You actually broke-up with a girl face-to-face and took it like a man when she insulted your very manhood. Way to hang tight, bud.

10) You smell that new-car smell. In a car that belongs to you.

11) You finally learned what "escrow" means and how to use it in a sentence.

12) You no longer care how much hair you have.

13) The next 10 years excite you more than the last 10 - even though that past decade spawned some of the coolest memories you've got.

14) You get pissed when the Fed raises interest rates.

15) Actually, no, you don't feel like a beer.

16) You worked hard for months and saved up a couple grand, but now that you could buy it today if you wanted to, you realize you'd rather keep the money.

17) You think about sock color.

18) While you enjoy the lust factor, uberhotties like Britney, Paris, and Jessica ultimately repel you because they're so vacuous you expect oxygen masks to drop from the ceiling when they open their mouths.

19) But that Angelina Jolie? Anytime, anyplace.

20) Free beer no longer motivates you to help a buddy move furniture. You do it because you know you'll laugh for most of the day, even if it sucks.

21) You suddenly realize that your dad was right.

22) You scheduled a physical on your own - and agreed to the prostate exam.

23) Your bullshit detector is powered not by cynicism but by reason.

24) Something thicker than a magazine can fit under your bed - and nothing in your home decor once held milk cartons.

25) Foreplay is fun!

26) Dying is real, and once a week you wonder if you're living as well as you could be. Well, are you?

Garrison Keillor

I decided to upload this to my LJ account. I'm always one to say that being famous is not a credential of political knowledge. However Garrison Keillor is one of those few educated entertainers whom I will glue myself to every word of. He says so much right here that I need not say myself.

We're Not in Lake Wobegon Anymore
By Garrison Keillor
http://www. inthesetimes. com/site/main/article/979/

Something has gone seriously haywire with the Republican Party. Once, it was the party of pragmatic Main Street businessmen in steel-rimmed spectacles who decried profligacy and waste, were devoted to their communities and supported the sort of prosperity that raises all ships. They were good-hearted people who vanquished the gnarlier elements of their party, the paranoid Roosevelt-haters, the flat Earthers and Prohibitionists, the anti-papist anti-foreigner element. The genial Eisenhower was their man, a genuine American hero of D-Day, who made it OK for reasonable people to vote Republican.

He brought the Korean War to a stalemate, produced the Interstate Highway System, declined to rescue the French colonial army in Vietnam, and gave us a period of peace and prosperity, in which (oddly) American arts and letters flourished and higher education burgeoned? And there was a degree of plain decency in the country. Fifties Republicans were giants compared to today's. Richard Nixon was the last Republican leader to feel a Christian obligation toward the poor.

In the years between Nixon and Newt Gingrich, the party migrated southward down the Twisting Trail of Rhetoric and sneered at the idea of public service and became the Scourge of Liberalism, the Great Crusade Against the Sixties, the Death Star of Government, a gang of pirates that diverted and fascinated the media by their sheer chutzpah, such as the misty-eyed flag-waving of Ronald Reagan who, while George McGovern flew bombers in World War II, took a pass and made training films in Long Beach.

The Nixon moderate vanished like the passenger pigeon, purged by a legion of angry white men who rose to power on pure punk politics. "Bipartisanship is another term of date rape," says Grover Norquist, the Sid Vicious of the GOP. "I don't want to abolish government. I simply want to reduce it to the size where I can drag it into the bathroom and drown it in the bathtub. " The boy has Oedipal problems and government is his daddy.

The party of Lincoln and Liberty was transmogrified into the party of hairy-backed swamp developers and corporate shills, faith-based economists, fundamentalist bullies with Bibles, Christians of convenience, freelance racists, misanthropic frat boys, shrieking midgets of AM radio, tax cheats, nihilists in golf pants, brown shirt sin pinstripes, sweatshop tycoons, hacks, fakirs, aggressive dorks, Lamborghini libertarians, people who believe Neil Armstrong's moon walk was filmed in Roswell, New Mexico, little honkers out to diminish the rest of us, Newt's evil spawn and their Etch-A-Sketch president, a dull and rigid man suspicious of the free flow of information and of secular institutions, whose philosophy is a jumble of badly sutured body parts trying to walk. Republicans: The No. 1 reason the rest of the world thinks we're deaf, dumb and dangerous.

Rich ironies abound! Lies pop up like toadstools in the forest! Wild swine crowd round the public trough! Outrageous gerrymandering! Pocket lining on a massive scale! Paid lobbyists sit in committee rooms and write legislation to alleviate the suffering of billionaires! Hypocrisies shine like cat turds in the moonlight! O Mark Twain, where art thou at this hour? Arise and behold the Gilded Age reincarnated gaudier than ever, upholding great wealth as the sure sign of Divine Grace.

Here in 2004, George W. Bush is running for reelection on a platform of tragedy? the single greatest failure of national defense in our history, the attacks of 9/11 in which 19 men with box cutters put this nation into a tailspin, a failure the details of which the White House fought to keep secret even as it ran the country into hock up to the hubcaps, thanks to generous tax cuts for the well-fixed, hoping to lead us into a box canyon of debt that will render government impotent, even as we engage in a war against a small country that was undertaken for the president's personal satisfaction but sold to the American public on the basis of brazen misinformation, a war whose purpose is to distract us from an enormous transfer of wealth taking place in this country, flowing upward, and the deception is working beautifully.

The concentration of wealth and power in the hands of the few is the death knell of democracy. No republic in the history of humanity has survived this. The election of 2004 will say something about what happens to ours. The omens are not good.

Our beloved land has been fogged with fear? fear, the greatest political strategy ever. An ominous silence, distant sirens, a drumbeat of whispered warnings and alarms to keep the public uneasy and silence the opposition. And in a time of vague fear, you can appoint bullet-brained judges, strip the bark off the Constitution, eviscerate federal regulatory agencies, bring public education to a standstill, stupefy the press, lavish gorgeous tax breaks on the rich.

There is a stink drifting through this election year. It isn't the Florida recount or the Supreme Court decision. No, it's 9/11 that we keep coming back to. It wasn't the "end of innocence," or a turning point in our history, or a cosmic occurrence, it was an event, a lapse of security. And patriotism shouldn't prevent people from asking hard questions of the man who was purportedly in charge of national security at the time.

Whenever I think of those New Yorkers hurrying along Park Place or getting off the No. 1 Broadway local, hustling toward their office on the 90th floor, the morning paper under their arms, I think of that non-reader George W. Bush and how he hopes to exploit those people with a little economic uptick, maybe the capture of Osama, cruise to victory in November and proceed to get some serious nation-changing done in his second term.

This year, as in the past, Republicans will portray us Democrats a embittered academics, desiccated Unitarians, whacked-out hippies and communards, people who talk to telephone poles, the party of the Deadheads. They will wave enormous flags and wow over and over the footage of firemen in the wreckage of the World Trade Center and bodies being carried out and they will lie about their economic policies with astonishing enthusiasm.

The Union is what needs defending this year. Government of Enron and by Halliburton and for the Southern Baptists is not the same as what Lincoln spoke of. This gang of Pithecanthropus Republicanii has humbugged us to death on terrorism and tax cuts for the comfy and school prayer and flag burning and claimed the right to know what books we read and to dump their sewage upstream from the town and clear-cut the forests and gut the IRS and mark up the constitution on behalf of intolerance and promote the corporate takeover of the public airwaves and to hell with anybody who opposes them.

This is a great country, and it wasn't made so by angry people. We have a sacred duty to bequeath it to our grandchildren in better shape than however we found it. We have a long way to go and we're not getting any younger.

Dante said that the hottest place in Hell is reserved for those who in time of crisis remain neutral, so I have spoken my piece, and thank you, dear reader. It's a beautiful world, rain or shine, and there is more to life than winning.

(C) 2004 In These Times

Ballots...GO GET 'EM

I just picked up my absentee ballot for the election. It's not a long-shot guess that I won't be in GF on November 2nd. Oh the power I feel. I'm not going to vote just yet, give me a little time to see if some hot mud gets slung in the county auditors race! I just hope I don't vote in some drunken rage or something...

A blip on the radar

Maybe I'm not but you're all I've got left to believe in. Don't give up on me because I'm about to come alive.

Let the countdown begin. In 49 days it'll be official : Kyle Rasmussen, M.S.

Stand in awe y'all.

This is my last goodbye

I could lose myself, I could curse like hell, but I’ve lost the will to even try.
-- Kenny Wayne Shepard Band

In case anyone, and I’m coming to learn this really could mean anyone has noticed, this morning I locked up all my personal entries on my LJ. It was interesting reading some things that I posted a long time ago. I was reminded it was 1 year ago yesterday that I met Porkchop for the first time. We’re all only given so much hard-drive space in our brains and we begin to forget details with time, which is why I think everyone needs to put their thoughts and notable actions down in writing. They are so useful for later inspiration, whatever nuance of it you may choose.

Recently it’s come to my attention that several non-LJ users / contributors have been reading my journal and have taken offense to posts mentioning them. First I will openly admit that posting to the internet is the modern expression of submitting to the public domain. Anyone with access to the information superhighway can read a public posting of mine. With time perhaps I will unlock past postings and make them public again, but for now I’ve sealed the record for my eyes only to prevent any further non-intentional harm to be done.

I will not recant on things that I’ve said. The written word often has the downfall of losing meaning in translation. Some things I’ve said were jokes, others release valves of frustration. There was never any intent to defame anyone’s character, especially for my own personal gain or satisfaction. Time has proven that we all sink or swim together, and therefore I know there is no worthy gain to pull myself up by bringing others down. My apologies to anyone whose feelings I hurt by things that I said. If I said anything false or un-true I would hope it would be brought to my attention to be corrected.

Should there have been things that I excluded? Probably. Could I have brought issues to others attention rather than ranting about them in my LJ? Perhaps, but the facts and my feelings would still have made their way into my posting eventually. Stealing words from astridlynn - My disclaimer is that anything that may be said in my journal are MY thoughts "AT THE MOMENT" I write them. Does one bad day with someone make them a bad person? Of course not! My friends will do things from time to time that piss me off, and I don’t think it’s a crime that I document the actions that caused that frustration within me. That doesn’t mean I hate them, think they are royal jerks, or revoke their friendship. I know others have less than favorable opinions about me, that’s fine. If you want to make your opinions available to others to read, that’s fine too. Bad people are bad because of what they do, not because of what they think. We live in an amazingly free society where we can think and say whatever we want, it’s only by actions that we are deemed in violation of others rights. Although my ability to do stupid things is proven and vast, the only action I feel guilty of is giving the world the idea that certain people I know might be capable of doing things that make me upset. I judge my relationships by actions not by thoughts. I would hope everyone in the world would do the same.
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This Says It All

... Record low set at National Weather Service in Grand Forks...

A new all time record low temperature of 44 degrees below zero was reached at the Grand Forks International Airport. The previous all time record low for Grand Forks International Airport was 40 below zero set on Feb 1, 1996. Record keeping at the Grand Forks International Airport began in 1941.