December 29, 2004
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I heard Eric Clapton’s version of “Sweet Home Chicago” today. It wasn’t
bad, but there is one thing that has always irked me about that song.
Now, I know, it is not a very good song, when you think about it. Its
the same words and music over and over, but I still love the song.
Anywho, I never quite understood why they add in that song. “1 and 1 is
2, 6 & 2 is 8″. Why the adding? Do you think they needed a
calculator to add it? I like to pretend that when they sing the chorus,
they keep reating themselves because they are busy doing the addition
to figure out what 6 &2 is (and all the other ones too, like 1
& 1) and that is why they keep repeating themselves. The song was
written by blues legend Robert Johnson, who, as the story goes, sold
his sole to the Devil so that he could become a great guitar player.
I’m thinkin’ because of this, the Devil took some of his lyric riding
ability as a down payment.Another thing happened while I was driving today that really pisses me
off, its one of my biggest pet peaves. The loser in front of me was
smoking a cigarette, which I don’t have a problem with. The problem I
have, is that they finished smoking it and just threw it out the
window, you know, like the world is their own personal ashtray. The
still smoldering butt rolled down the road into my direction. Although
I have never heard of this happening, but what if the still lit
cigarette came in contact with the incredibly flammable gas and caused
some massive fire or explosion? How this doesn’t happen more often is
beyond me. After all, the cigarette is still lit by the time it gets to
the back of the person’s car. And I swear, if one of these times, I get
blown up by it, I will be very very pissed. And, if I survived, I would
hunt that son of a bitch down! And if I died, I would find away to get
them………….and if I couldn’t, than one of you poor people that
actually read this blog would just have to hunt the person down and
exact vengence on them…………..like, fine them $5 or something.Mark and Amy came over for dinner tonight. John made chilli. Its always
good, but I still have always like my mom’s better, even though
everybody says John’s is way better. I can still taste her chilli too,
even though its been over 5 years since I had it. Shit, she left behind
a lot of other recipes, why couldn’t she leave that behind?Our kitchen table is still not useable. John started stripping it
Monday night. He put a layer of stain on it last night. 4 hours later,
he added another layer. Its still not dry. Although the scratches are
still there, it looks way better then it did before.
