Having never really thought of myself as a writer, per se, considering myself to be suffering from writer's block is almost too weird. Even for me. I have started at least one, and sometimes two or three, entries every day since my last post and I just can't finish them. Blogus interruptus. So I've been self-evaluating, (stop laughing......), and decided to write about just that...

   I've gone deep. Plunged into my very being, (which some would say is akin to a wading pool, but don't you believe them). It's dark down there, very dark. And a bit creepy. But kind of a fun place, too. Over there...that time in senior year Kathy K's mother walked her dog past my van, (and peeked in), while KK was doing the Lewinsky thing, (which, back then, was still called a blow job, even though there's no blowing involved if done properly)... Boy, that one was covered in cobwebs and hiding behind that trunk filled with those pictures of my mother being carried in the house by my dad after she'd gotten drunk and puked all over the dress she'd taken 2 months to make, and then passed out, on the New Year's Eve that was my 13th birthday... Over there, the large shrine to the women who've given birth, (the nastiest, toughest, ugliest, yet most beautiful of all possible acts), to my children, which abuts the even larger shrine to my beautiful kids themselves...there, look, mental notes from seeing "Apocalypse Now" and "Deer Hunter" for the first time and being SO affected....and there, getting the call my father had died while I was on vacation with my 13 y/o brother Rich and having to tell him...and there, buried under everything but poking out just a bit, that organ I thought was ripped out last summer, my heart...and it's beating!!!

 Yes, self appraisal can be entertaining. I keep finding out things about myself that are at least, amusing, and at best, downright hysterical. In case you haven't noticed, my view of life is a bit, shall we say, skewed. I'm a bit twisted. But, see, I think my viewpoint should be the norm. Doesn't everyone think that way? I wonder.....

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A giant pat on the back to that refusing-to-go-extinct dinosaur, Neil Young. Who, but someone that embedded in our culture, could put a song about impeaching the president on his new album and garner good press about why? He was waiting for a "young turk" to write, record, and release one, and when none did, he had to. He's an icon. He's also smart, supremely talented, interesting, and enduring. This week's Brass Balls Award.

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A giant kick in the ass to that we-wish-he-would-go extinct reptile, President Dubyah. Who, but someone embedded in such daily corruption, would have the gall to hire Tony Snow as his new press secretary? At least Snow's now officially on the payroll, as opposed to the rest of FOX's "reporters" (and I use that word with great trepidation) who have been unofficially on the payroll for six years now. For someone supposedly closer-to-god-than- thee, he sure has no moral compass, does he? This week's No Balls Award.

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Coachella is this weekend. For those not in the know, it's the premiere outdoor music festival the last few years running. Even without being there and suffering from sunstroke and dehydration, I'm confused. It's roots are very clearly in alternative music at it's finest. So Madonna headlining? This week's Huh? Award.

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Ok, I think I'm past the block. Got a few full posts waiting, I just don't wanna deluge you. But up next - What do Alec Baldwin, Charlie Sheen, Me and thousands of other men have in common? Tune in.....this rant's a good one...... (It's just about done and will be up by Saturday)