Relative PR

This morning, I planned to direct you all to healthykids.com because my niece is featured as Kid of the Day but you have to be a member in order to see the damned thing.

I hate signing up for content. (Notice I didn’t even hyperlink.) In an effort to circumvent you having to sign up, here’s a screenshot of the little monkey:

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Relative PR

Compressed

Time, time, time. I was studying for my Security+ cert, listening to Underworld and remembering living with Ry and Tony in Lawrence and this crazy friend of theirs from high school, Jenny Somethingorother, pretty much crashed at our house for a week or so and one night she went to an Underworld show at the Granada and this must’ve been about the time they released Beaucoup Fish and I’m listening to Underworld remembering the time I first heard Beaucoup Fish and it wasn’t because of Jenny Somethingorother, it was during the year I lived in Springfield and went to SMSU and the time between now and then flashes through my mind and I’m remembering times at The Bait Shack in Westport and playing disc golf all over the metro and I’m remembering that I’ve lived like a bubble that floats from here to there, changing where I live every year or so for a good ten years, enjoying the days and the friends along the way but never much thinking about what I should be doing in the present to secure the future because I have a hard time thinking along those lines and also remembering that I’ve never sat down with myself to discuss what it is I want or need from this life in order to be fulfilled because a bubble is filled from the inside and that’s what gives it its buoyancy but it’s filled with air and that’s what gives it its capriciousness and it’s all held together by a thin film wall and that’s what keeps that buoyant filling from mingling with the outside and that’s what makes a bubble so fascinating, that and the fact that they never last – otherwise you have a ball on your hands and a ball has weight and a predictable trajectory and when a ball pops the air inside comes out rank and stale and if it doesn’t pop it just goes flat and lifeless, unless it’s a golf ball. Those just end up getting lost before their time.

Compressed

TKC invades my evening

I dreamed last night that TKC was doing a series of video projects for his site and he asked me to help him on his latest one: trying to reform hookers working behind the Sonic on Southwest Boulevard and Rainbow. Tony and I rolled up to the Sonic and then parked a ways away. This was “the spot” and the hookers knew that cars parking in this manner were piloted by drivers hot for a genuine KC ho.
So we park.
And we wait.
And TKC’s like, “Where’re these hookers?”
And I point to a strung-out, skinny white lady in a tank top and biker shorts. “There, dude.”
But she gets into another car.
Finally, a heavy-set black girl spots us and heads our way.
“Get the camera rolling!” Tony says.
And that’s where my dream logic meets my real logic and I think to myself, How exactly are we going to approach this Reformation?

enter HOOKER
HOOKER: HEY BOYS, LOOKING FOR A GOOD TIME?
TKC: WE’RE LOOKING TO GET YOU OFF THE STREETS AND INTO COMMUNITY COLLEGE!
ME: AND MAKE A DOCUMENTARY FOR IFC!
HOOKER: THE FUCK YOU SAY.
exit HOOKER

And thinking about that wakes me up.
And Karate and Kung Fu are bouncing all around the room.
Maybe they had a dream about being de-clawed.

TKC invades my evening

Mama’s Day, spent in a fun park in West Plaza

with my family and cousins and aunt and uncle but without my wife because she had to spend Mama’s Day with her mama, ya dig?

Anyway, I snapped some pics and it felt good to have the camera in my hand. I haven’t taken any real photos in about as long as I haven’t written things for the bloody internets. (Warning – most of these are photos of kids so if that ain’t your cuppa tea…well, you’ve been warned.)

I was Montana Log Rolling Champion 1996.

(It’s been a while.)

Hope your Monday is without restraint.

Sincerely,

Mama’s Day, spent in a fun park in West Plaza

HELP!

We’ve got this stray dog in our neighborhood. We saw him about a month ago and a few nights ago he showed up to whimper outside of our and our neighbor’s back doors. He’s absolutely beautiful – I’m guessing a German Shepherd mixed with Golden Retriever. He’s golden in color, long in hair and though his ears are pointy I don’t think they’re clipped. He’s a big boy and a complete baby. The dog looks healthy, good teeth and gums, well-fed, gets along well with other dogs, didn’t go crazy on our cats (although they went crazy on him), loves kids and I know this is someone’s pet and he is completely lost (or was thrown out – but that seems highly unlikely).Yesterday, I came home and he was lying in Sarah’s parking space. I got out of my car and he rolled right over on his belly for me to pet him.

This morning, he was cashed out in our backyard and when I came out to leave for work, he sauntered up to me, sat down on his haunches and stuck his paw up to shake. I couldn’t help but get down on one knee and give him a hug. This is someone’s dog and it kills me that he isn’t at the home he knows. He followed me to my car door, down the driveway, then started running after me as I gained momentum and sped away to work.

Please, somebody tell me you or someone you know wants to take care of this dog because we can’t and I don’t want to take him to a shelter.

[UPDATE: Here’re some photos:

I was wrong. His ears are clipped. -jpp]

HELP!

Finally, official word from Depeche Mode

Dave has laryngitis

post date: May 11th, 2006

DEPECHE MODE FORCED TO CANCEL TONIGHT’S CHICAGO SHOW AND ENDED LAST NIGHT’S KANSAS CITY SHOW EARLIER THAN EXPECTED DUE TO SINGER DAVE GAHAN’S LARYNGITIS

BAND OFFER SINCERE APOLOGIES TO FANS AND THANK THEM FOR THEIR LONGTIME SUPPORT

DEPECHE MODE has to unfortunately cancel tonight’s (Thursday, May 11) performance at the Allstate Arena in Chicago as lead singer DAVE GAHAN has laryngitis. After seeing a doctor in Chicago this morning, he was advised to cancel the show and rest his voice. At this time, a make-up show is not planned due to the band’s scheduling but management is looking into it. Tickets for Chicago will be refunded at point of purchase.

Meanwhile, the group had to regrettably end their show last night (May 10) at the Starlight Amphitheatre in Kansas City, MO earlier than expected. Coming off three concerts in Mexico, GAHAN’s voice was challenged throughout the concert by the unusually cold temperatures at the venue.

An hour into the concert – after the segment where MARTIN GORE sings a few songs – GAHAN was unable to return as he lost his voice, leaving GORE to continue on lead vocals for another 25 minutes or so.

DEPECHE MODE offer their sincerest apologies to their fans in Kansas City and Chicago and want to thank them for their longtime and dedicated support.

DEPECHE MODE’s next scheduled show will take place Saturday, May 13 at Jones Beach Amphitheatre in Wantagh, NY.

Uhh…folks, I don’t buy this BS liberal press release. I back the theory that Dave Gahan was attacked by a goddamn rabid bat.

Finally, official word from Depeche Mode