August 7, 2003

This morning. I finished reading “South of No North” by Charles Bukowski. More of the same. Read. I liked it. Went to work. Listened to the Yardbirds all day. “Roger the Engineer”. “Little Games”. Went to the library. Got some books about Van Halen for this thing that I am writing about Van Halen. There is a book called “The Van Halen Encyclopedia”. It is what it says. Home again. I have been half reading and half watching television all night. I just watched a bio-show on Pistol Pete Maravich. I love the Pistol. Imagine him and Larry Bird on the same team. Two of the greatest white basketball players ever. 1979 – 1980 Boston Celtics. Even though I was a Lakers kid. Maravich still had a couple years left. Who cares about half speed? He should have kept going. What could have been. Those are some sad words.

posted by Thea at 9:26 PM

August 6, 2003

August 6th. What day is it? August 6th. It is Baby Fea’s birthday. Big ups to Baby Fea on her birthday. Twenty-five and holding strong. Since it is Thea’s birthday, I thought that I would take the opportunity to say some nice things about her. Hmm. Let me see. I don’t know. This is hard. I could earnestly compliment her but that just does not work. How about this? Thea is a funny B. Damned funny. Yesterday. She had me howling out loud by calling a mutual acquaintance of ours a manimal. It is too bad that we are held back by the confines of radio. Like. We have to go out in the real world and live. So anything that we say that is too horrible about somebody. We stand a pretty good chance of hearing about it from that person – or one of their dogs. It is like we have shackles on. And that is a shame because Thea really excels in comedy that is more in the viscous mean spirited vein. She has a biting sense of humor. But all you get on the radio is the ultra light stick. That is a drag, dude. I like it better when she is talking shit. I have friends that she cracks on all of the time and I bring them up on conversation when I am bored just so I can hear Thea bad mouth them. Now. That is a fucking delight. Most of the time, when talking to Thea, I know that I am a sitting duck. It is a fact that I am more ridiculous that most of the people that she trashes. But she never mocks me to my face. And I know I deserve it. But she does not. Because we our friends. That is a nice thing that I can say about Thea that I am just going to slip in here. She is a loyal friend. There. I said it. I wish that Thea would have went to Satan’s Satellites at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum with Laurie and I tonight. She could have unloaded. All the usual targets were there. But, alas, it was not to be and Laurie and I were left to simply enjoy the music and the summer night air. Good time. Good night.

posted by Thea at 10:01 PM

August 5, 2003

My head aches. So does my jaw. I think it is stress. They asked me to do more work at work today. I think that would cause anybody stress. But after a long evening walk. I don’t know. I would think that the headache would be gone by now. Since the move. I ride the bus an extra couple of miles to work. Same bus. Different people. I still don’t know what bus I am supposed to take to ride with the old people. Maybe that should be my assignment for tomorrow. The new people. The new quirks. There is this guy who reads spy novels every day and looks like he could be a spy. There is a lady with wild hair that looks like it is one case of bed head away from being a dreadlock. There is this guy who just sits there with a big smile on his face waiting to talk to somebody. Never reading the paper or anything. Just smiling - wanting to have a rap session with a total stranger. There is the short haired lady with the fantasy novel. There is the guy with the bad suit prepping for the bar exam. There is the Lenny type doofus reading some book about effective habits of highly successful people. (Secret tip. They did not have to read a book about it.) Cell phone guy is still on the bus. So is make up girl. So is fat guy. So is energetic salesman. And I am still on the bus. Reading Bukowski. Wishing I did not have to go to work.

posted by Thea at 9:39 PM

August 3, 2003

Yesterday. Went and bought some drum stuff out in Lake County. Went up to the Lakewood Arts Thing. Went to Laurie’s sister's house for her kid's birthday. Threw a football with my left hand. Came home. Went for a walk. Watched “Old School” with Will Ferrell. It was OK. I think I could write a funnier story about guys in their early thirties trying to recapture their youth. Oh wait. I will. Slept in the new bed that I really like. Today. Housework. Band practice. Now I have been flipping back and forth between “King of Comedy” and “Young Frankenstein”. Two of the greatest movies ever. I am out of steam and not really looking forward to work this week. I am looking forward, however, to the Extra Special Baby Fea Birthday Program on tomorrow’s the Assholier than Thou Good Times Happy Friends Monday Morning Radio Show. I will talk to you tomorrow.

posted by Thea at 7:07 PM

August 3, 2003

Yesterday. Went and bought some drum stuff out in Lake County. Went up to the Lakewood Arts Thing. Went to Laurie’s sister's house for her kid's birthday. Threw a football with my left hand. Came home. Went for a walk. Watched “Old School” with Will Ferrell. It was OK. I think I could write a funnier story about guys in their early thirties trying to recapture their youth. Oh wait. I will. Slept in new bed that I really like. Today. Housework. Band practice. Now I have been flipping back and forth between “King of Comedy” and “Young Frankenstein”. Two of the greatest movies ever. I am out of steam and not really looking forward to work this week. I am looking forward, however, to the Extra Special Baby Fea Birthday Program on tomorrow’s the Assholier than Thou Good Times Happy Friends Monday Morning Radio Show. I will talk to you tomorrow.

posted by Thea at 7:07 PM