Cockroach After The Bomb

Tommy Womack: Cockroach After The Bomb



Tommy Womack: I Don't Have A Gun

A Decade of Jarrod.

This series, when I was a kid, is how I knew I was going to have a son in the future: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UbKP9rNCOAw

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zBkar7RhH1o


It's hard to believe it's been a decade. Ten years ago today. And what awesome years they've been. Wow!

I could go on and on and on about how proud I am of you Mr. Jarrod. I could go on about how cool you are and how much I love you, and how I'm totally thankful to have you in my life. But no matter what I said, how well I said it, there's no way I could let you know why these tears are streaming right now. No calculated sum of times I've looked up on both clear and cloudy days and said, "Thank you."

I really do get how fortunate I am.

So, let me straighten myself up, put on these shoes and get in that car. We've got a cake to cut, some hugs to share on this, your TENTH birthday, and my tenth anniversary of being a most fortunate father.



I love you, Jarrod.

-Daddy

Cell Scenes of Owensboro

Just the usual. Giant spider gets run over by van. Giant spider attacks sun. Evil space portal attempts to suck 150 year old university into other dimension, etc. You know, same thing as in yer town.











There's still a Sept 15th joke in the G-player to the left ready to make you giggle yerself silly.

current favorite bumper sticker

I chuckle when I see this particular sticker while staggering through the parking lot on any given day.

staph meeting

Actual notes from today's staff meeting.

In these politically-charged times...

Know Your Rights
(The Clash)

This is a public service announcement

With guitar

Know your rights all three of them

Number 1

You have the right not to be killed

Murder is a CRIME!

Unless it was done by a policeman or aristocrat

Know your rights

And Number 2

You have the right to food money

Providing of course you

Don't mind a little

Investigation, humiliation

And if you cross your fingers

Rehabilitation

Know your rights

These are your rights

Wang

Know these rights

Number 3

You have the right to free speech

as long as you're not

Dumb enough to actually try it

Know your rights

These are your rights

All three of 'em

It has been suggested

In some quarters that this is not enough!

Well...

Get off the streets

Get off the streets

Run

You don't have a home to go to

Smush

Finally then I will read you your rights

You have the right to remain silent

You are warned that anything you say

Can and will be taken down

And used as evidence against you

Listen to this

Run

Gone Country And Retro At The Same Time

Howdy folks!! It's time for a retro postesses!!


From behind the scenes I break wind, and protocol, and post a conversation behind the YPS!! scenes.

Blogg: on every third step - one, two, poot
Bone: boot scoot poot
Blogg: right into the country music hall of fame, along with the Little Pooters from way back
Bone: Pooter Waggoner
Blogg: Pootsie Cline
Bone: Gas-sy. Gassy from eating baked beans.
Blogg: Loretta "Poot ass" Lynn
Bone: Pooty Keith
Blogg: Buck Pootins
Bone: Dolly Pootin
Blogg: The Pootell Sisters
Bone: Conway Pooty
Blogg: That one seems to be a natural fit right there.
Bone: But not when Pooty City is called into play. Shitty City works better there.
Blogg: Pooty Cline? Did we use that one?
Bone: Indeed, but I will throw out a trifecta. Poot Williams Sr., Poot Williams Jr. (a/k/a Bofeces), and Poot Williams III.
Blogg: keepin' it in the family
Bone: and who could forget the Gambler, Pooty Rogers
Blogg: Boxcar Pooter
Bone: Pooter Jennings
Blogg: Pootin' Aycuff, Grandpa Pooter
Bone: Minnie Poot
Blogg: Mel Pootis
Bone: Reba PootEntire
Blogg: Randy Pootis
Bone: Poot Gill
Blogg: now that sounds like something a fish would require
Bone: a breathing apparatus for post-poot burn-in phase
Blogg: good for propper filtration
Bone: gaseous removeus
Blogg: no coal or cotton required
Bone: except for some complimentary cotton candy

Unzipped by Mr. Bloggerific Himself on 12/07/2005 03:10:00 PM

Not To Form A Habit, But To Serve Up Some Irony?

I'm not going to be forming a habit of posting articles from the local paper, so don't be freaking out. But I just thought you might enjoy a trace of irony from this article. Now, this isn't the first instance of this type of research being done in Owensboro, but I think it's interesting WHERE in Owensboro this will be happening in the future. :) This, after decades and decades of tobacco production in the area.

Old warehouse going high-tech

9/20/2008

Centre for Business and Research planned

By Keith Lawrence

Messenger-Inquirer

An 85-year-old former tobacco warehouse near downtown Owensboro will soon be converted into high-tech lab space to search for cures for cancer and other diseases.

The Greater Owensboro Economic Development Corp., Kentucky BioProcessing LLC and city and county officials will join with representatives of half a dozen Kentucky colleges and universities at 10 a.m. Tuesday to announce plans for the Centre for Business and Research at 1016 Allen St.

Nick Brake, EDC president, said the 37,000-square-foot building will be the anchor for the Carnegie Village development planned in the area around Ninth and Allen streets. Details will be announced Tuesday.

The village takes its name from the nearby Carnegie Building, the original section of the Owensboro Museum of Fine Art.

Brake said the warehouse will undergo extensive renovations to get ready for technology-based companies that will use it for research and incubator office space. "Kentucky BioProcessing has run out of lab space," Brake said. "The companies they work with need lab space in Owensboro."

Between 5,000 and 8,000 square feet of the building will be devoted to labs.

The rest will be used for office space for new companies and an accelerator program that lets businesses that start in the center expand into additional space until they are ready to move out into their own buildings.

The warehouse has had a colorful past, serving as home to such nightspots as Rockafellas, Amnezia and The Underground, the YB Corral western dance club and most recently, Common Ground, a Christian teen club.

Now, Brake said, the building will be used to leverage university research in Owensboro.

Western Kentucky University will assign several doctoral-level research faculty members to the facility to work with graduate students, he said.

Western already has a food manufacturing degree that's only offered at its Owensboro campus.

A food lab will be part of the center, Brake said, with an industrial kitchen that can be used for startup companies to test their products and develop them for market.

Madison Silvert, EDC vice president, said local colleges will use some of the space for undergraduate programs.

He sees companies being created by former students to develop products they discovered in their research.

The proximity to Brescia University will be helpful, Brake said. "There are business incubators all over the country," Silvert said. "But there are very few business accelerators."

Incubator space is usually only available to start-up companies for the first year, he said.

But the next few years are when companies are the most vulnerable, until profits start coming in, Silvert said.

The accelerator space will give companies room to grow until they're ready to build, he said.

Brake said the center will have high-speed Internet and the type of security that such a building requires.

Seven universities and colleges will be affiliated with the center, he said. The list includes the University of Kentucky, University of Louisville, Western, Murray State University, Brescia, Kentucky Wesleyan College and Owensboro Community & Technical College.

Brake said several clients are already interested in leasing space.

Silvert said EDC is talking with out-of-state venture capital companies about providing grants and loans for businesses in the center.

"They tell us this is unique in the Midwest," he said. "Some are interested in office space so they could be near their clients."

Brake calls the project "a 21st century industrial park."

Development will take several years, he said.

EDC did a "rigorous site selection search," Brake said.

The warehouse is owned by Malcolm Bryant, a developer who serves on the EDC board. Bryant will lease the space to the center.

"We considered a number of sites," Brake said, "including building a new facility next to KBP in MidAmerica Airpark."

But the cost of leasing and renovating are much lower than building from scratch and the location near both downtown and Brescia makes the Allen Street site very attractive, he said.

Brake said the Carnegie Village development will anchor the southern edge of downtown and is part of the Gateway Planning Group's master plan for downtown.

Dorothy, Put Them Ruby Slippers On. Yer Feet Stank!!

All photos courtesy of Hurricane Irk, I mean "Hurricane Ike and his Windettes." Brought to you by: Motherfuckin' Nature.

out of the blue and into the black

I used to make jokes about hurricanes hitting Kentucky. I may think twice about it after the shitstorm that blew through Owensboro on Sunday. Being encased in a whole lot of darkness has a way of opening up the floodgates of thoughts, especially when you have nothing else to do but to stare into the darkness. If the mind would shut down, I would guess that it must be what it feels like in a tomb. As morning arrives, it's amazing how incredibly annoying many sounds are to a tired soul. Sounds like children banging on a lamp pole or the repeated opening and closing of mini van doors made me want to throw some vulgarities into the mix just for kicks.



For the majority of Sunday, about the only thing I had going was thinking of starting my league of competitive beard growers. When you know that your town has just been ravaged by wind and you have no electricity, it makes a person curious for information. How bad is it out there? When will the power be restored? What the fuck? I had my trusty radio that is only used when the electricity goes away and generally this involves a big ass storm in some form or another.



Spinning the dial from one end to the other did nothing more than piss me off further. Rather than get information that might be helpful, I went to my usual station whose music sucks but they're usually really good about getting the information out to the people. Well, they were broadcasting a NASCAR race. Yeah boy, that's just what I needed to hear. It's bad enough to watch that bullshit on TV, but on radio when a stout portion of the city is without electricity? I guess the rednecks can't live without the idea of grown men driving around and around even in a state of emergency.



Other than that, the vital information wasn't exactly forthcoming. I heard a lot of shitty songs that I wouldn't want to hear on a perfect day and to hear them under such conditions was like pouring salt into the wound and making a margarita on the spot. I will be the bastard and say that I don't give a fuck if I ever hear Led Zeppelin, Boston, Bad Company, the Doobie Brothers, Yes, or any of that shit again. In fact, I hope that I don't. The only tolerable song played in my periodic radio meandering was I Want You To Want Me by my beloved Cheap Trick and as much as I love the bad, I'm on the fence about that song too. The only upside is that I didn't hear Toby Keith singing his songs for gay cowboys and yes, that is a major upside.



When your town has taken a sound thrashing, you have an electric stove and a microwave powered by, you guessed it, electricity, this makes the idea of nutrition a hoot and a half. I guess I am living proof that you can survive on granola bars, Honey Nut Cheerios, and Diet Green Tea without shitting myself into a coma or going all Tell Tale Heart under the circumstances. When I had finally had enough of this wide variety of foodstuffs, I got out and about since I had a free day off from work. I made a beeline for the local gem that is the Big Dipper. Eating their delightful food is like shoving a gallon of grease right into your veins and dammit, it is a magical experience.



I digress a bit because I should mention how it started. I am a borderline insomniac as it is. Add the stress of the situation and having complete darkness practically providing the ideal setting for sleep and of course, I couldn't shut down enough to sleep. When the trusty cell phone began it's banshee wail at 5:30am, I was kickstarted into the day and knew that I had to made some work-related phone calls to be like Elvis (or Bachman Turner Overdrive) and T.C.B. I made the call to make sure all of our classes were recorded for local students since our classes were cancelled. As soon as that was accomplished, I slid back into sleep until the phone started ringing. One of the co-workers calls to ask if anyone had called her instructor to let him know that all of our classes were not meeting. Uh, I have no idea, but here's an idea. How about leaving me out of the picture and just make the call yourself? Sounds like a damn fine idea to me. I don't actually know what was said, but I am under the impression that I might have been a tad bit snotty. Probably not as snotty as I should have been, but snotty nonetheless. A couple of hours later, another one calls and since I didn't feel the need to answer and he didn't feel the need to leave voice mail, fuck it. A little later, another one calls. Then he calls again to leave voice mail asking about his personal class that meets in the evening and our policy. I figured the dumb shit has worked here a year and a half and should know said policy. Besides, I am without power and no way to charge the phone since my vehicular charging process doesn't work. It just pissed me off that folks can't really think for themselves or think outside of their own personal needs to think that maybe someone else is running on minimal power and might have other things to deal with than their asinine questions.



When I made the food run, it is somewhat disheartening to hear about the widespread carnage (and there is a bit of it out there) and see no one from the electrical companies doing much of anything. I guess once they got the local Walmart and the multitude of restaurants juiced up with power, the rest of us were on our own. And I'm sure that they're actually working their asses off to get the shit fixed, but it would be nice to see some evidence of it.



At some point in the afternoon Monday, I realized that my flashlight batteries were slowly dying and that I needed to get some morale boosters like snickerdoodle cookies (just what every diabetic needs), Advil, and other shit that I am totally forgetting. On the way back to the ranch, I noticed that the dude across the street had his curtains open and the glow of a television nearly made me weep tears of joy thinking that the shit had been restored. I opened the door to see a lot of darkness. Apparently the dude had a generator and he was using it to power his big ass TV and a lamp. The emotions took a dive like a boxer with a fight on his hands and post-fight date with a Mexican hooker. This was followed with the anger over thinking of spending another evening in the dark. At least there would be snickerdoodles and room temperature green tea to wash them down.

Although I was pretty well frazzled when the phone rang at 10-something in the pm darkness, it was the right thing at the right time to make a crappy situation less than crappy. Of course, I was running on two bars of power and could see my cell phone alarm clock being depleted. However, it was good to hear a friendly voice checking on me and to extend the offer that I could call at any hour if things were driving me more insane than my previous level of insanity. I realized that it was just about the kindest offer that had been extended in my direction in a long, long time, especially after dealing with the dumbasses earlier in the day. Between that call and two pills, I did ease into sleep a little quicker than I expected. The morning arrived just as quickly and it was just as frustrating trying to exercise some level of personal hygiene by candle and flashlight. Thankfully, I am a trainwreck on my best days and that my standards of appearance are pretty low.

Maybe today will be the day that I get the Kentucky equivalent of Black Oak Arkansas' "When Electricity Came To Arkansas" and if not, well, I guess it's out of the blue and into the black. Hey hey my my, indeed.



Take it away, gents...



Bonus.

Massive storm cleanup under way

Massive storm cleanup under way

9/16/2008

Thousands in Owensboro remain without electricity

By Owen Covington

Messenger-Inquirer

The work of cleaning up and assessing the damage from Sunday's windstorm continued Monday as crews throughout Daviess County and the region cleared blocked roads and worked to restore power to thousands.

David Mills walks across a fallen carport Monday afternoon at Aspenwood Condominiums in the 1800 block of Aspenwood Court. The carport toppled after a large tree limb landed on the structure during the high winds from the remnants of Hurricane Ike on Sunday. Mills works for Building by Wayne Baker and was continuing to dissemble the carport. Eight vehicles were damaged. Photo by John Dunham, M-I.

Thomas Sago, right, with Tommy’s Backhoe and Jeramy Rock with Tom Williams Builders remove debris and retrieve products Monday from the rubble of what used to be Elder Pipe and Supply Co. at 933 Sweeney St. The remnants of Hurricane Ike tore the roof off the building on Sunday. Photo by Gary Emord-Netzley, M-I.

"There was no such thing as a worst hit area," said Battalion Chief Steve Leonard with the Owensboro Fire Department. "It was universal."

The remnants of Hurricane Ike combined with a cold front on Sunday to create straight-line winds through western and central Kentucky that peaked at more than 70 mph and left half a million people in the state without power.

By midday Monday, Owens-boro Municipal Utilities had restored power to about 10,000 customers, but about 9,000 continued to be in the dark as crews worked throughout the city to repair downed lines.

Close to 7,200 Kenergy customers in Daviess County remained without power by Monday night as the utility called in additional crews from Warren County and Tennessee. Crews from Frankfort, Bowling Green, Bardstown and Springfield, Ill., were coming to assist OMU.

Longtime OMU employees said the outage from Sunday's storm was the worst they had seen, according to OMU spokeswoman Sonya Dixon.

"We are hopeful that the majority of those without power will be restored by Wednesday evening," Dixon said.

Public works crews began moving through the city and clearing debris from the damage that some said was more widespread than the January 2000 tornado.

Yard waste began piling up along the city's roadways on Sunday afternoon, and crews began working their way through collection routes Monday, City Sanitation Manager Downey Ward said.

"It's going to take several weeks before we get through it all," Ward said. "People were cutting like beavers at 2:30 or 3 o'clock (Sunday). A lot of neighborhood activism is responsible for a tremendous portion of the cleanup."

Employees from the city's public works departments were pooling their resources for the cleanup effort that kept normal trash collection on schedule and put additional trucks and equipment into yard waste collection.

Crews at two alternate drop-off locations at Jack C. Fisher Park and Chautauqua Park collected yard waste from residences after the Grimes Avenue transfer station stopped collecting from residential customers to clear the way for city trucks.

Compared to tornado damage that can leave a mix of construction debris and yard waste that has to be separated by cleanup crews, the damage from this storm has been primarily downed limbs and trees, Ward said.

"It's not as complex as some of the disasters we've faced in the past," Ward said. "The biggest hill we have to climb is just the volume of everything."

City Operations Manager Tony Cecil said the city might bring in contract crews later this week and early next week to help with the cleanup. Cecil said he expects to see more debris hit the curbs next week after people have another weekend to clean up.

"They've got their crews standing by," Cecil said.

With fallen limbs mixed with power lines, the possibility of injury was high on Sunday and Monday and was driving concerns at the Owensboro Fire Department.

"The big concern we have not, in the clean up, is that people are assuming that the lines are dead and they may not be," Leonard said. "They may be energized."

Both OMU and Kenergy said Monday that they expect to have power restored to about 90 percent of their customers by Wednesday night.

Chris Poynter, general manager of Time Warner Cable, said about 170 customer connections had been severed by falling limbs, but said more would be discovered as utility crews restore power.

The extensive damage to the OMU power grid from transmission lines to substations to neighborhood circuits meant crews had to walk nearly every mile of the city's power lines to identify problems, Dixon said.

Substations typically identify problems within individual circuits on the system, but with nine of the system's 15 substations damaged during the storm, in-person inspection of lines was necessary to identify problem spots.

"We have crews out physically walking those lines," Dixon said. "Our entire system was affected yesterday. ... Typically you don't have that much transmission affected or that many substations affected, so it just compounded the problem."

Streets throughout the city and county were blocked by downed trees, power lines or a combination of the two on Sunday, but most roadways had been cleared by sundown Monday.

Richard Payne, director of the Daviess County Emergency Management Agency, said the county's dispatch center fielded more than 400 emergency calls Sunday that ranged from fires to blocked roads and injuries, while the city dispatch center received about 370 emergency calls.

With Gov. Steve Beshear's executive order Sunday declaring a state of emergency for all of Kentucky, local government could be able to tap into financial assistance with the cleanup and repairs once the local Emergency Management Agency completes the process of estimating damage from the storm.

Many homeowners spent Sunday and Monday assessing damage and reporting to insurance agents like Bob Williams with State Farm Insurance.

Williams was using a generator to power his Veach Road office first thing Monday morning and had been able to file claims for his customers via computer until a passing truck pulling down wires and ended his Internet access.

"We're as busy if not more so than we were in the 2000 tornado in the number of claims," Williams said.

The claims weren't for damage as severe as when tornados have come through town in the past, though, but effects of the storm were felt in a broader area, he said.

"It is so widespread that everybody needs to be patient," Williams said.

At the local Red Cross emergency shelter at Hall Street Baptist Church, there had been a steady flow of people seeking assistance Monday as thousands of homes were without power.

"It's keeping us busy," said Stacey Mitchell, a Salvation Army volunteer working at the shelter. "A lot of them were without power, hungry, looking for some place to sit and eat."

Dorothy Davis found relief, and an active power outlet, at the shelter on Monday where she was able to plug in her nebulizer machine to help with her breathing treatments.

"I'm very grateful they're here," Davis said. "If they weren't here, I wouldn't know what I would do. ... It makes you feel good during a thing like this to know that there are people who help you."

Gashole Sodomy

I'm surprised that it's taken me this long to really unleash a bitchfit on something that has affected each and every one of us in more ways than the obvious. However, the gloves are coming off and I have a few words to say on the subject of gasoline. More accurately, the corporate cocksuckers who pull the puppet's strings and yank the chain attached to our respective necks.

It's no big secret that gas prices have been taking a bottle rocket's trajectory for quite a while now. At one time, there were vain attempts at giving half-assed explanations for each and every spike in price until I guess they gave up trying to find new ways to politely say that we're getting fucked in the gashole. When the hurricanes have hit, the news media and various spokespeople have trotted out the old warhorse (who's now a tired old nag) to explain how things like Hurricane Ike Turner will affect the gas prices. What about the gaps in time between hurricanes?

I noticed on the front page of the local newspaper that a local gas dealer pushed the price for regular unleaded gas to $4.58 at 1:30pm yesterday. By 3:50, the price dropped to $4.19. At 5:20, it was down to $3.99.

What the fuck?

In my mind, there is no commodity whose price fluctuates with such wild abandon as gasoline. Maybe signed memorabilia after a celebrity bites the dust, but most items remain fairly steady in their pricing on the short run. Somehow, the powers that be make it okay for gasoline to have manic depressive pricing who can seemingly hop, skip, and jump at will. The only explanation that I have for it is actually an old punchline to why a dog licks its balls...because it can. Oil companies and gas merchants can jack up (and off) and basically set their own price, because they can. We don't have a lot of say in the matter because we're at their mercy like junkies in need of a fix.

It seems ironic to me that a impending natural disaster can affect the price of gasoline that has been in an underground tank for an undisclosed amount of time. If it affects the next supply, okay, maybe I can wrap my mind around that concept. However, that doesn't mean that I have to like it. In fact, I don't and I think it's a crock of shit.

So with the report of Ike Turner entering the Nutbush City Limits and our trusty newspaper reporting the story, there is talk of potential price gouging. Price gouging?!?!?!?! No fucking way! Get the hell out of here with that kind of shit talk. You mean to tell me that price gouging might be going on? It seems to me that price gouging has been going on for quite some time there, Matlock. Why does it take a natural disaster before anyone mentions the possibility of price gouging?

According to the article, stations that raise their prices in a state of emergency have to have documentation to justify the increase in price. I would like some documentation on the rise of prices for the last six or seven years. Unofficial, long-term price gouging has been going on for a hell of a long time so why bitch about it now that there is a real reason for the price to spike?

When the price of gasoline really started to get insane, people seemed to only think about the amount of coin they were dropping at the gas pump. It seemed sort of funny that many folks didn't seem to think about how it would really affect them in their daily lives. They didn't think about the trucks that require fuel to deliver those big ass bags of Chips Ahoy cookies to the local Walmart and how the rise in price of one product would send one hell of a ripple effect through pretty much every product on the shelf and non-tangible items, as well. Yet people wonder why the economy is in the shitter. Fuel prices are through the roof but how about that pay raise? Meager at best, right?

If hurricanes directly affect the refining process and the production of gasoline and so many cogs in the machine are located in an area that is regularly hit by hurricanes, then MAYBE it would be wise to relocate and not put all of our proverbial eggs in one basket. Now I'm not saying rape the environment and all inhabitants in the process, but maybe it would work for us to consider putting up some new factories in different geographical areas. That might even lead to new jobs. I know that's some kind of insane suggestion, but that's what I do. The fact that no one has really put this into motion before now amazes someone like me with lukewarm intelligence to no end.

Now if oil is in such short supply and/or if it is foreign countries sticking it to our debtor nation (because they can), then maybe it's time to pull our head out of our cavernous ass and diligently work on an alternative fuel that could simultaneously fuel and financially support this country. It seems like some fuel sources have been immediately poo-pooed without giving it a legitimate shot, which makes me believe that maybe it's the oil companies quaking in their designer shoes that their product might be on the verge of becoming obsolete or significantly reduced. I won't even mention the record profits that some head honchos have been taking in while the rest of the country takes it up the ass.

I guess the only upside to the fuel crisis is that it may actually reduce crime. When neo-gangsters can't afford the gas to commit a successful drive-by or radicals can't get enough gas to light a respectable Molotov cocktail, then I guess they'll have to resort to new ways of fucking shit up. Maybe they can get gigs at oil companies as they seem to be the ones really fucking our shit up.

1,000

The originals for a change:

Quote of the Day.

"If you're going to do it, leave a stain."

The Lavender Boys and Elsie by Tommy Womack

“He likes men. She likes killing.” If that doesn’t get your attention, then your horehound candy needs less hound, more whore.

Last night I finished reading Tommy Womack’s new novel, “The Lavender Boys and Elsie”. Tommy manages to avoid doing what some authors do that annoys the piss out of me. He manages to put in just the right amount of detail that gives great, vivid, imagery without causing the reader to go, “Yeah, ok, we get it. The room is x-number of feet wide, and x-number of feet tall, and the pile of the carpet is such-n-such...and you’re telling us all this excruciating detail that will never affect the story in any way.” No, thankfully Tommy is able to inform us that a certain dead body smells like bluegill, without beating us over the head (or up the nostrils in this case).

That, by the way, is the only detail from the book you’ll be getting out of me. Yep, that’s it. That “a certain dead body smells like bluegill”. Why? Isn’t this a book review, with spoilers n’ such you ask? Nope, it ain’t. No, this is a book review that double-dawg dares you to go and find out for yourself what it was like for Albert and Elsie back in the day. Find out on your own what drove Albert from his hometown to join the grand, glorious, cause. Find out on your own what makes Elsie such a unique sister. (And if you, even for a second, think you have a sister like Elsie, I recommend you stay on her good side. Just sayin’.)

So, there you go. The lavender sash has been thrown into the ring, challenging you to engage your voyeuristic characteristics and peep over the shoulders of Albert and Elsie as they read correspondence from one another. Find out what life was like in the Confederate army, and back home, all these many years ago. Find out if there was something to those rumors the neighbors have been whispering all along.

I think you'll come to the same conclusion, the world could stand having a few more Albert Devereaux's.



“The Lavender Boys and Elsie”, by Tommy Womack. “He likes men. She likes killing.”


http://www.tommywomack.com/?page_id=28


Cover images:

http://yourpackagingsucks.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-too-early-to-review-my-new-book.html

Keith and Warren

It's hard to believe that Keith Moon, one of the finest drummers to ever destroy a drum kit, died thirty years ago.


This photo of Keith is probably my second favorite photo of all-time (excluding photos of family and of course, smut), which ranks it right behind the photo of Johnny Cash flipping the bird. Apparently launched a champagne bottle at his wife and missed. The frame around the bottle adds a nice touch of feng shui to the room.




For those that aren't fans of The Who or are unfamiliar with the man's pranks and overall lunacy, here are some prime clips to check out:

Drum solo (note the goldfish)

The fine art of hotel room destruction

The infamous Smothers Brothers appearance

The Who in their prime


Originally, this was solely a piece about Keith Moon as it was odd to think of how much time has passed since his death. It was brought to my attention that the day also marks five years since Warren Zevon died. Admittedly, I was largely unfamiliar with the man's work aside from a few hits and flashbacks to seeing his album covers on shelves in the days when I regularly saw album covers on shelves. Mr. TLS hooked me up with several of the man's albums and being the melancholy type that I am, it seemed appropriate to go with some of the man's words.

Shadows are falling and I'm running out of breath

Keep me in your heart for awhile

If I leave you it doesn't mean I love you any less

Keep me in your heart for awhile

When you get up in the morning and you see that crazy sun

Keep me in your heart for awhile

There's a train leaving nightly called when all is said and done

Keep me in your heart for awhile

Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-li-li-lo

Keep me in your heart for awhile

Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-li-li-lo

Keep me in your heart for awhile

Sometimes when you're doing simple things around the house

Maybe you'll think of me and smile

You know I'm tied to you like the buttons on your blouse

Keep me in your heart for awhile

Hold me in your thoughts, take me to your dreams

Touch me as I fall into view

When the winter comes keep the fires lit

And I will be right next to you

Engine driver's headed north to Pleasant Stream

Keep me in your heart for awhile

These wheels keep turning but they're running out of steam

Keep me in your heart for awhile

Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-li-li-lo

Keep me in your heart for awhile

Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-li-li-lo

Keep me in your heart for awhile

Keep me in your heart for awhile

Hey! Don't Eff with...The Buse!!

It's Too Early To Review My New Book Purchase

But it's got promise!


Check out the description on the back.

A respectful tip of the hat to the Snowman.

NASHVILLE, Tennessee (AP) -- Jerry Reed, a singer who appeared in the "Smokey and the Bandit" movies, has died of complications from emphysema at age 71, his longtime booking agent said Tuesday.

Grammy-winning singer and songwriter Jerry Reed was known for his roles in Burt Reynolds films.

Carrie Moore-Reed, who is no relation to the star, said Reed died early Monday morning.
Reed was a gifted guitarist who later became a songwriter, singer and actor.

As a singer in the 1970s and early 1980s, he had a string of hits that included "Amos Moses," "When You're Hot, You're Hot," "East Bound and Down," and "The Bird."

In the mid-1970s, he began acting in movies such as "Smokey and the Bandit" with Burt Reynolds, "Gator" "Hot Stuff" and "High-Ballin'."

(I couldn't find the Supersuckers' version, so this will just have to do.)

(One of the finer song titles in the history of music.)