August 2010 Archives

Wow, I can't believe it's been 20 years since the best guitarist ever died. I still remember that day.

I was fortunate enough to see him and The Who in 1989 at the Cotton Bowl. I was a kid watching my idol and I was in awe. I scored some floor seats from a friend of my step-dad's, we were maybe 15 rows back, and close enough to see everything really well.

I wish I could remember every second of that show, but I do remember him surfing on his guitar. Yes, surfing.

It seemed like every kid with a guitar in Texas was trying to imitate him in the years after his death, myself included, and while some could duplicate his speed, none seemed to have the soul.

There are some great blues guitarists out there, but I still miss Stevie.

Took my kids up to school today. First day!

It's only Pre-K, but it was both a little sad and a little happy. All went well and no tears were shed. My little boys are growing up.

After work I replaced the rear brake rotors, pads, and brake hoses. Kinda weird that they were completely trouble free and quiet right up to the point where the metal started grinding on metal. I guess that's what I get for not doing my own tire rotations for the last 50k miles. They even have the little tattle-tail noise maker thingies on there that are supposed to make noise when the pad starts getting thin, but they didn't make a whisper.

The Mrs. decided to take the kids to see Grand Pa and have a little last minute mini-vacation before school started. While she was gone I was sick with a cold and a little bored and I ordered a bunch of parts for the family truckster. It's getting up there in miles and I figured it was due for a few things, one of those being brakes. I was right, just wish I had ordered them a little sooner as we couldn't drive it for the last 4 days.

Tomorrow, if my back will let me, I will do all the same stuff for the front brakes.

WARNING: This entry contains language I wouldn't normally use in polite company, but is apparently OK for Sunday morning commercials. You are warned.

I'm not usually offended by bad language, I'd be a little hypocritical if I was, but I was a little perturbed at Spike TV and Comedy Central this weekend.

I was at home with one of my kids this Sunday. He had a cold so I was watching him while mom and brother went to church.

This kid loves Star Wars, and it just so happened that Spike was running a Star Wars marathon, albeit the re-released versions which I can't stand, but oh well. So it's like 10:30 AM on a Sunday, and during one of the commercial breaks they run a spot advertising David Hasselhoff's upcoming roast on Comedy Central. (Who gives a damn about him?) Now during this spot, Seth MacFarlane, who has created some animated shows on Fox that are occasionally funny, proclaims that Hasselhoff's greatest accomplishment was something like "bringing us Pamela Anderson's tits!"

I've said worse, but not in front of a kid. (I hope.)

I'm not one for mandated morality, and I'm a big fan of letting parents decide what their kids should watch, but there's no warning for commercials.

I'm just glad he didn't pick up on it and ask "Daddy, what are tits?"

Hadn't had much time for blogging lately. Work has been keeping me busy, and I have tried my damnedest to stay away from the computer when I'm not at work.

I paid off the family truckster since my last post. That felt good. I figure if I can get another 5 years out of it, it will save me at least 10k in car payments even if I factor in 10k in repairs and maintenance. I like that.

Haven't been to the range or practiced as much as I would have liked, or at all really.

I won't even be able to make it to the match tomorrow, as I'm replacing the belts, alternator, and AC belt tensioner on said paid off family truckster. Then if I have time I'm going to try and adjust the ride height and get it aligned, and then get the state inspection done. Basically an all car day.

Finally, I learned this week that apparently gangrenous toes taste like dog treats.