Snap-dilly, it's already March 11 and I've yet to blog a single damned day of this month. I really mussed it up with the whole February 28th thing as I have a vague pledge to myself to post four times a month, which I've addressed here before. That should correlate to once a week and you might think I'd go and pick a day of the week for it. Fridays tend to be that day and well I'm just thinking out loud here, or like typing or whatever. But right, Fridays bring the week to a launchpad of joyful closing so it's a good time when I've got good energy to go and lay down some words down on this mf, or in, depending on your concept of things.
Chicago has done it again with the warm[er] weather sneaking out. This time, I think it's trending (not a twitter reference) for good. Yes, 40 and sunny is all it takes to get excited when it's cold as monkeys and then a little dreary rain and the usual wind is thrown in. Of course, as excited for this as I am, it means I will soon begin sweating profusely at all hours of the day. Not much to complain about with the tsunami devastation in Japan. And as I always point out in the warm weather, I heard the sirens blaring a-plenty today. An interesting theory was posited by one of my roommates as to whether the warm weather gets the libido going and when sex cannot be attained, some good old-fashioned violence strikes fancy. I am sure there is some research on this somewhere. I will be looking out for it.
In my ongoing delight in pointing out song similarities I was noting how Voxtrot's "Introduction" has the classic riff from Blink-182's "What's My Age Again?" You can jump right to the 1:13 mark to capture it. Borrowing does not have to be copying, and either way I dig it because the two songs are so very different in tone and demeanor and that "What's My Age Again?" riff is a good one!
I read a hell of a lot of good articles this week, many courtesy of Slate.com, but rather than a link parade, here is one Hell of a twisted story, courtesy of the human internet, my boy Osbourne Hazel, about a porn-related murder sequence. Good way to head into the weekend, right?
Well, over here in Chicago, they celebrate St. Patrick's day the Saturday before the day itself, so tomorrow will be quite the shitshow. Things'll be going green, as is all the rage this days. So I hope things are staying straight Pillsbury for you guys (and gals) aka Poppin Fresh.