Scotty Mouth

Salty language ahead, be prepared to divert thine eyes.

So Lori and I went to see Keb Mo on Thursday. Upon entry we were immediately miffed when we were told "no pictures" and that Lori's camera would be confiscated. As you have probably have seen from Lori's sitethat we've been to numerous concert at Meijer Gardens and Lori has snapped some fantastic photos of Buddy Guy, Natalie MacMaster among others.

The show was mostly good (in keeping with my policy of full disclosure, I should note that I still would have preferred seeing John Prine). Though the photography restrictions put something of a damper on the evening. As we pulled into our driveway, I exclaimed: "Keb Mo's a pussy!"

Lori was appalled at my language. "Where did you hear such language?!?
"On TV," I muttered meekly.
"Where On TV?!"
"The Daily Show. I said.

She thinks that Jon Stewart has been a bad influence on me. I guess his mother can expect a call. No Comedy Central for a week.

Shorts Story

It is possible to have a sexual release without the burden of money, prestige, and power. The fleshlight is the answer.

Fist is Back

I was so close. I had all my content in the template and was debugging the links when my Movably Type session hung up. Then it wouldn't let me back in (yes, Lori I was using the right password). Looks like Media Temple's took care off me real quick because I can log-in now and edit now. Unfortunately, I didn't save a local copy of the content that I was working on, so I have to start over again.

Did you see that Oprah made the cover of "O" magazine?

Now crank up that Strawberry Alarm Clock LP

Hark! What groovy sunlight sneaks through yonder crack?
Tis the west and Scott and Lori's fence.
Groovy man.

(thanks to today's guest blogger Tim K. from 900 North Michigan.)
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