Month: July 2002

Apparently, I’m the only hit you get if you do a Google search for the phrase “get out of my office, you lousy talking mime”. I’m not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing. But it is important to call your attention to these things.

I apologize for the lack of updates. I’ve been busy playing that Paranormal Deathmatch game I mentioned in a previous entry. It’s goooood stuff.

I still didn’t give you the playlist for last Friday’s concert. I’ll start. Forgive my spelling of the names here, that’s part of why it’s not up yet: I don’t know the names of some of the songs, and I don’t want to look goofy. Okay, so from left to right (onstage) we had

Mark Farnham of Grand Funk Railroad

Jack Bruce of Creem

Todd Rundgren

Christopher Cross

Alan Parsons.

They opened with two Beatles songs (Hard Days Night and Daytripper) and then each of them had the stage for two of his own songs. Alan kind of got three because he did Syrius into Eye in the Sky, which is how the radios used to play it even though they are two songs. Anyway, the guy behind me said “Boy, he doesn’t sound good” but that showed he’s not a fan. If he WAS a fan he’d know that Alan didn’t sing on any of those albums, (okay, one or two and backup). That was Eric Woolfson on the album. But it really wasn’t the place to explain it to him. I thought Alan did a fine job, and Christopher “I’m going to hide behind this big leather coat and baseball cap” Cross chimed in for vocals. Then Alan did Games People Play which is really tremendously appropriate for the casino venue.

More later…

They have a pretty decent salad bar here at the Very Large Company where I’m working. Today it was chock full of stuff other than veggies. Veggies are fine, but you can make a meal out of all the other stuff, which I did today. I took some macaroni salad, some buffalo chicken fingers, and some grilled veggies (carrots, zucchini and summer squash). Oh, and 3-4 marinated mushrooms. Anyway, I went over to the dressing thingy to get some blue cheese for the buffalo chicken fingers and….they don’t have it. WHAT THE HELL? Look people, it’s simple math -> buffalo chicken + blue cheese dressing = heaven.

Now I’m going to have to hit Fweedom Wings to make up for it. And they aren’t OPEN on Mondays. Sheesh.

But let’s get the important stuff out of the way. Tried Emeril’s Vodka Sauce. Didn’t like it. In fact, I prefer the vodka sauce they serve in the cafeteria at work, and that’s saying something.

I wrote down the set list from last nights Walk Down Abbey Road concert at Mohegan Sun.

GREAT concert. So much fun, and it was FREEEEEEEEE! I’ll update later, but I have to go run to the grocery store for fuel.

I wish I could sleep through a thunderstorm. Or through the night, period. Last night was our lucky night for having the storm be directly overhead. A nasty bit happened around midnight and then moved on to bother some other people. Then at 4am there was a single CRAAAAACK that scare the something-or-other out of me. I swear, it sounded like a rifle shot. I was convinced that the house had been hit, so of course I had to get up and look around. As if you can SEE that sort of thing. Nothing seemed to be smoking so I crawled back in bed and prayed for another hour or two of sleep. I don’t do well on only 4 hours a night, you see. And yes I did, but man, am I tired today.