Saturday, July 26, 2003

It's been a weird afternoon. My daughter's going through some major teething issues. I thought it was bad when she was getting her first few teeth, but now she's cutting some molars and man, is she miserable. Much whining and gnashing of baby teeth, no napping. Deb and I were going to catch a movie and leave Hannah with my mother-in-law, but we decided not to inflict that on her (my mother-in-law, that is). Besides, there aren't a lot of movies we both want to see. I want to see "28 Days Later" and the Charlie's Angels sequel, and she don't. Oh, well.

Some music I'm digging lately:

New Pornographers--Electric Version (catchier than SARS)
Radiohead--Hail to the Thief
Metallica--St. Anger (definitely their best album since And Justice for All)
Gordon Downie--Battle of the Nudes
Neil Young--Tonight's the Night
Led Zeppelin--How the West Was Won

Seeing those pictures of the Hussein boys in the morgue reminded me of Hugo, Man of 1,000 Faces, a toy that was popular in the late '70s. It was basically a head and you could disguise it any way you wanted. Those guys were so messed up they had to do major reconstruction--they almost looked like they were made of rubber.

Saw on the news the other night that in Rhode Island, authorities had to cut a hole in the side of this guy's house to remove his dead body. His dead, 900-pound body. Dizzamn. He was too big to fit out the door. I never understood how a human could get so big. Maybe he was a big Brando fan.

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