Monday, November 28, 2005

Collective Soul 'Youth'

I just got back from the Collective Soul thing for Rock 92 P-1 Listeners and the show was tremendous!

I'm on the air right now for a vacationing Neil Matson and I haven't had the time for a decent update. And, to be quite honest, I don't know when I can get a decent one in this week.

I've got everything from aCollective Soul show at Natty Greene's, an oil change, taking my nephew Preston to Toys 'R Us, and helping Brad "Hinzy" Hines move this week.

I also have a DVD from Netflix sitting on my entertainment center mocking me and my lack of disposable time. It's 'A Simple Plan' and I've never seen it. Over the weekend, I watched 'Meet The Fockers' (it sucked) and 'Kingdom Of Heaven' (so-so).

I had drinks with Christine at the Brassfield Ham's on Saturday night and she let me borrow 'Kingdom Of Heaven'. Wasn't that sweet? All I had to do was drop it in the mailbox today, which by the way, I did.

Anyway... I'll try to make brief posts and a good 'un (depending on your definition) on Thursday.

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Madonna 'Confessions On A Dance Floor'

Last night, I had the pleasure of driving the 1075KZL Van in the High Point Holiday Parade. Yes, I said pleasure.

I don’t much care for parades and I haven’t attended one that I wasn’t involved with since the Farmer’s Day Parade in Union, West Virginia back in the late seventies. While we were piled into the Lively GMC van, my cousin Dan pointed at a rather large woman walking down the street and said, “Hey! There’s Farrah Fawcett in disguise!” And of course, there was uproarious laughter from all of us kids. She was a good distance away and I’m sure that she didn’t think the laughter was at her expense even if she heard it.

Then there was a time when I rode in a parade. I can’t really remember the specifics because there was a lot of underage drinking going on, but here’s my best recollection of the events.

Around the fourth of July, Dan’s parents took their annual camping trip to Moncove Lake outside of Gap Mills, WV. It was in the same county and I guess they did it just to enjoy the camping without venturing too far. I was up there and Dan thought that we could stay at the house to enjoy some frozen pizzas, beer, and late night television. His parents eventually agreed to let us do it.

The festivities began!

Dan and I picked up Sammy Caperton and brought him over. We had armloads of frozen pizzas and beer for the night. We settled down and Dan got the bright idea of taking a crayon and drawing a pair of glasses and a mustache dead center on the screen. That way, when they took a tight shot on Johnny Carson or one of his guests, it would make them look goofy and we’d be in fits of laughter.

Somewhere around midnight with pizza and beer filling our bellies and dulling our senses, there was someone pulling at the sliding glass door. Luckily, we had locked it so the person on the other side had to knock.

Immediately, the three of us sprang into action and rounded up all the beer out of the fridge and the empties out of the trash. We didn’t leave a bottle cap behind as we checked the counters for any strays. We didn’t care about the pizza or the condition of the kitchen because the booze had the priority.

The knocking became more persistent and accompanied by Uncle Malcolm’s voice yelling “Dan, Open this door!” That was Dan’s father and we KNEW that we weren’t supposed to have anyone over so, we rushed Sammy into Dan’s bedroom closet.

Dan and I caught our breath and he opened the door for Uncle Malcolm.

“Dan, why didn’t you open the door?” he asked with a little agitation.

And with a straight face, Dan answered back with “We thought you were a burglar.”

“Would a burglar call you by name, Dan?”

I don’t remember the rest of the conversation because I felt that it was a good time to leave because I couldn’t add anything to that type of genius thinking.

Uncle Malcolm had spent the day working and worked some more when he got to camp. He decided to come home because he wanted a decent shower or something before heading back out to camp the next morning.

Sammy spent the night in Dan’s closet with all of the beer, a flashlight, and a couple of Playboy magazines.

A guy named Steve Austin who had decided to stop by and see if we were interested in riding in his antique truck for the Alderson, WV Fourth of July Parade, awakened us the next morning. We quickly agreed and got dressed.

I remember the truck being brown and I remember that he was playing an 8-track tape of April Wine’s ‘Nature of the Beast’. It was easy to remember Steve Austin’s name because of the popularity of ‘The Six Million Dollar Man’ television show at the time.

We rode in the back of Steve’s truck for the parade and waved our asses off. It was a great time!

Eventually, Dan and I made our way to the Lively camp that evening and Uncle Malcolm asked us this question…

“Why did Sammy sleep in the closet last night?”

We never did figure out how he knew Sammy was there and he never said anything about the beer. We knew deep down inside, Uncle Malcolm even knew about the beer, but he never let on.

As I was driving the KZL Van through the parade last night, those memories rushed back and I smiled and waved through the whole thing.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Chip Kinney 'Jazzturbation'

Again, I feel that it's necessary to tell you that each blog entry title is the music that I'm listening to the day it's entered. That's for those of you that are confused and for the folks just joining in on this internet orgy.

Thank you and on with business as usual...

It’s become quite obvious to me that my mother has cracked.

If you read this blog with some regularity, you’ll recall where my Aunt Penny lost her battle against cancer. If you missed it, you’ll find the entries under August 2005.

Penny was just a couple of years older than me and she was my mother’s baby sister. My mother counted on Penny for insight and a shoulder to lean on. They were much closer than the years between them.

To be quite honest, I fully expected Mom to flop onto Penny’s casket before it was lowered into the ground with all kinds of screaming and hysterics. Luckily, that didn’t happen.

Since Penny has been laid to rest, my mother has been wallowing around in self-pity and attending grief counseling classes. If she weren’t my own mother, I would be laughing my ass off about the things that go on with her.

She calls Penny’s voicemail just to hear her voice, which throws her into sadness. She calls Penny’s widower and stepdaughter, Harry and Stacy, to talk and talk about her grief. Oh, it never seems to end.

Now my mother is letting her “grief” affect my nephew Preston and niece Chloe. Mom doesn’t feel like celebrating Thanksgiving because it’s just not the same without Penny. And if you were to ask her when the last Thanksgiving was that she spent with her departed sister, I don’t think that she could give a truthful answer.

Mom put up a different Christmas tree this year. It’s VERY different, but not like the horrendous macramé tree that she created back around 1974, this one is a fake plant. Yep! She used a fake plant that takes up space in the corner of the living room and decorated it with colored lights, bows, ribbons, and a star sort of on top.

My first reaction was, “What the hell?” followed by a laugh and a shake of the head. It’s like the kind of tree that you’d find in a Frat house except without all the farting, belching, and drunken futures of America surrounding it. It truly is a sight to see with a few gifts placed underneath to give it that down home feel.

Please keep in mind that I’m not a Christmas tree kind of guy. Personally, I find it disgusting why anyone would cut down a living thing to put it in their living rooms to make it look as unnatural and gaudy as possible. Then, once you’re done with it and it has served “your” purpose, just toss it out with no remorse.

The important thing to consider here are my niece and nephew because they are at that age where Christmas is a magical time of the year. Their parents are fine with lying to them, telling them Santa Claus is keeping a watchful and judicious eye on them. And, against my own beliefs, I have gone along with their deceitful plans to keep the Santa myth going. If you’re going that far, then you must put up the tree. With subterfuge, there’s only one way to go and that’s all the way.

My mother’s little pity-party seems to be all about how it affects her. Meanwhile, everyone around her has to suffer until she gets the attention that she feels she deserves or, she’ll lose her own family too.

I can’t help thinking that if Penny were able to visit my mother for 5 minutes; Mom would be lifted up by the lapels and the words “Get over it” would be shouted into her face. Because, Penny was all about living life and she would be tremendously angry at how my mother is acting about this. Penny would want my mother creating memories with her grandchildren instead of sitting around and moping about how she’s affected by Penny’s death.

It’s driving us crazier than hungry flies at a pig farm lagoon.

How’s that for a visual image?

Monday, November 21, 2005

Lynyrd Skynyrd '1991'

Friday night, I put on a pair of black jeans for a “special” occasion to meet Marcia Gan and Tim Beeman ( ) to see a movie. We were checking out the new Johnny Cash biopic called ‘Walk The Line’.

They too were wearing black.

Tim arrived into Greensboro fairly early and I had to alter my plans just a bit. So Marcia and I met him at the Macaroni Grille for a few cocktails. It was there that I had my first Peroni beer and it wasn’t too bad. Marcia ordered some bread that was smothered in ungodly tomatoes.

Then we headed over to the Grande Theater for the 8:30 show. We ended up in the third row because we couldn’t tear ourselves away from the bar. And, Marcia had some really cool and sexy pants on. You see, Tim and I are red-blooded American males and we dig that sort of thing.

The movie was fantastic! I’ve already given it 5 out of 5 stars on Netflix.

Reese Witherspoon and that Phoenix kid did all their own vocals and damn if it didn’t sound great! I was impressed. And there was one scene near the end when Cash is playing Folsom Prison where the camera is placed on the floor looking up to towards him. I had to do a double take because Phoenix looked just like him. Throughout the entire movie, the kid had Cash’s mannerisms as if they were his own.

I wouldn’t say that it was an uplifting film, but it was a great ride from Cash’s childhood, to the birth of rock n’ roll, and then ending at the Folsom concert. I highly recommend it.

Afterwards, the three of us hit another bar that’s been on my list of checking out, The Tap Room on Battleground Avenue.

I expected it to be a little bit bigger and a lot less noisy. We stood at the bar for a little length of time until a table opened up. The place was filled with twenty and thirty-somethings. And everywhere you looked, there was a girl in low-riding jeans with her panties and crack exposed to the world. Oh thank Confucius!

We had a few beers and went our merry ways for the night, which meant for Marcia, walking a few greyhounds.

I went back home and watched ‘Lost’ that I had taped back on the ninth. The snobby blonde girl died which was fine by me because I didn’t much care for her character.

And again, I watched another episode of ‘Invasion’ and the show REALLY needs to pick it up. It is LOSING me big time! They need a body count or something.

‘Threshold’ returns on Tuesday night because CBS had it switch places with ‘Close To Home’. I think that it’s going to hurt ‘Threshold’ in the long run. I’ll have to employ the use of two VCR’s so I can also tape ‘Nip/Tuck’. Keeping up with all the shows on television is starting to wear me out.

I started watching season 1 of ‘Deadwood’ over the weekend too. The first two episodes were boring me to tears and I actually thought about giving up on the show. But since I had four of the five discs delivered and sitting in my house from Netflix, I decided to stick it out and give it a go.

What do you know? The show started to grow on me. The dialogue is excellent because of the wordplay involved. The language is very regal in a modern kind of Shakespearian way and peppered with course words that contain “C’s” and “K’s” in them. It’s really quite entertaining just to hear the characters talk.

It was also cool to see Calamity Jane and Wild Bill Hickok in the show. It kind of told me something about their lives and put them into perspective, especially Jane.

So, you could say that I came around to ‘Deadwood’ and I am glad that I stuck it out because I’m enjoying it immensely.

One question still remains. What is the “dead man’s hand” in poker?

I know that it was aces over eights in Wild Bill’s hand when he was murdered, but what was the other card?

The first time that I ever heard about the “dead man’s hand” was in the Motorhead song ‘Ace Of Spades’. But Lemmy never educated me on what the hand consisted of. If you know, leave a comment.

Once again, here’s the invitation to be Netflix buddies…

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Live 'Secret Samadhi'

Another television show has bit the dust… I’m talking about ‘Night Stalker’ on ABC.

In my opinion, and you read it here first, it was only a matter of time until the show got the boot. I’m not sure, but I think that it only ran for two months before ABC pulled the plug.

It was doomed from the get-go in my opinion.

Stuart Townsend, a pretty boy, played Carl Kolchak who shouldn’t be attractive at all. If you’re making an updated show, there’s no reason to change a character that was cool to begin with.

Kolchak should have been an Internet news site reporter or maybe a reporter from a tabloid. He could report the strange and unusual things that go on and no one would believe it because of his employer’s story exaggerations. His stories would have no credibility. He would make only a little bit of money in order to drive around in a ’95 Mustang convertible, not something off the showroom floor. He wouldn’t have been married and he shouldn’t give a damn about women unless they can lead him to the truth of the story.

They TOTALLY screwed up the Kolchak character. And they added two sidekicks. One was a boyish Jimmy Olsen type that I could do without. That’s because Kolchak took all his own pictures. And they also added a hot black chick. Now her, I could live with.

I watched the show because I am fan of the original and I felt obligated even though I knew that it was doomed. And to be totally honest, I did have a hint of optimism when I heard that some producer from ‘The X-Files’ was on board because ‘Kolchak: The Night Stalker’ was an influence on that show. But after watching the first episode, that optimism was crushed like a ham sandwich in Mama Cass’ windpipe.

Oh well, that’s the way it goes. Now I’m just waiting for the shoe to drop on ‘Malcolm in the Middle’. It’s coming soon. I can feel it. I can smell it.

My mailbox had five discs from Netflix in it today!

I got ‘Shaun of the Dead’, disc 1 and 2 of season one of ‘Deadwood’, ‘MST3K: The Crawling Hand’, and disc 2 of ‘Superman the Animated Series Vol. 1’. That last one is for Preston and me to watch. I think that disc has the debut of Lobo on it. Lobo is cool!

I’ve already watched the MST3K disc and its ready to be returned for more, baby! It was one of the first shows back from 1989 and they didn’t really have the chops then. But, it was interesting to watch. I’m going to give it 3 out of 5 stars, which means that I liked it.

If you’re a fan of the NBC show ‘Surface’, pay close attention to the coroner next week. Keith Harris who works with me at DBC Radio’ll play him. Keith works part time jocking for 1075KZL. He’s been in a slew of movies including ‘Big Fish’. So tune in next Monday and catch a rising star.

That’s all for today because I’m going now to watch ‘Shaun of the Dead’ which I hear is damn-tabulous!

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

The Babys 'Anthology'

I never found the time to sit and write up an entry for this blog. Yesterday was awfully busy despite the fun that I had.

First of all, my nephew Preston, has wanted to watch all of the Jurassic Park movies. He’s going to turn five in the next few weeks and I remember being excited about dinosaurs when I was little too.

I had to tell Preston that the action on the screen wasn’t real. The movies were made up and dinosaurs are extinct, they are no longer alive and haven’t been for over 65 million years.

He had seen the third installment, ‘Jurassic Park III’, and he LOVED that. Once I showed him the making of part of the DVD, it became clear to him that movies are expensive puppet shows.

I had to tell him about the “bad words” and I gave him the little speech about not using the words that he heard or he was not going to be able to see any more movies with Unka Gene. He was cool with that and we proceeded.

One part did surprise the kid when Laura Dern turned on the power at Jurassic Park and she starts to get comfortable… She backs into a wall of cables and a velociraptor pokes his head through to (do what I’d like to do with Miss Dern) take a bite out of her. Preston's ass lifted at least one foot in the air with surprise.

I rewound so that he could see the scene again and to kind of poke fun at being scared. I felt that it would lessen the trauma of being frightened if we watched it again. It worked, he was laughing and having a good time and he didn’t have any nightmares about T. Rex’s and velociraptors.

Preston also enjoyed Samuel L. Jackson’s detached arm in that scene too. The kid is just as sick as his Unka Gene and I couldn’t be more proud.

‘The Lost World: Jurassic Park’ was the sequel to the original and I was telling my buddy, Sean Whitley, about how I couldn’t remember anything concerning the movie. Sure, I remembered that Jeff Goldblum was in it, but that was it. The movie never really made an impact on me. I forgot that Vince Vaughan was it as well as Julianne Moore.

How could I forget that movie?

I knew that it wasn’t very good when I saw it in the theaters back when it opened, but how could I forget all those details?

I found the answer: The movie sucked! It played on the conservation fears and it was clear that bleeding hearted liberals made it. The message was as thick as the CGI effects. Jeez!

I gave ‘Jurassic Park’ 4 out of 5 stars on Netflix. ‘The Lost World: Jurassic Park’ got only 2 out of 5. I had previously watched the third one and gave it 4 out of 5 because Preston actually owns that DVD.

Last night, I met Hinzy and Marcia Gan at the Green Burro in down town Greensboro. We were having a few beers before walking over to the Carolina Theatre to catch a showing of ‘Young Frankenstein’.

The movie is a classic and if you’re like 1075KZL’s Jon Matthewz and haven’t seen it, do yourself a favor and check it out. It is truly hysterical! I cannot wait to spring it on Preston in a couple of years.

I think Marcia enjoyed her ménage a movie… She was in the middle of two funny guys for the whole movie. It kind of makes me think…

Before settling down in the theatre, I hit the bathroom and it was filled with guys younger than me. After the movie let out, I hit the bathroom again and it was filled with guys older than me. I don’t know what that says about me.

This morning, I was called into action to photo document Goat Boy as he was sprayed for tans on the ‘Two Guys Named Chris’ show. I say “tans” because he got five coats. I fully expected him to come out looking like a Boston Baked Bean with a bumpy, burgundy, candy-coating. But, he didn’t. The spray tans actually looked good.

Check it out for yourself… You can probably find the pictures at

Don’t forget, I’m looking for more Netflix buddies… Feel free!

Monday, November 14, 2005

Henry Paul Band 'Grey Ghost'

This is going to be a long one so, grab a beverage and a blanket.

My last entry, I talked about my “rocky” relationship with Netflix. Well, I got disc one and disc three of season five of ‘The Sopranos’ on Thursday and that was all right with me. At least, I could watch disc one and wait for disc two arriving set to arrive last Friday.

I waited and waited for the mail to run on Friday and finally, it occurred to me… It was Veteran’s Day and there was no mail delivery. What ‘cha gonna do?

Netflix and I have made amends with each other thanks largely in part by the United States Postal Service. The little white trucks with the eagles on them have made me feel much better about my relationship with Netflix. To be totally honest, the USPS surprised me. I wasn’t expecting disc one to arrive until Saturday and it showed up Thursday, 2 days earlier.


I don’t expect a lot from the USPS and then things like that happen. I find it amazing at times.

I went to someplace last Thursday night that I had never been to before. It’s a club on the rooftop of Much Restaurant called Heaven. I was handling a remote with Portrait Homes, Yes Weekly, and 1075KZL.

It was a very interesting place with lots of open air and as the night got colder and darker, it got more and more crowded. That was another surprise in my day.

Apparently, Much and Heaven are the places to be in downtown Greensboro. I only say that because Mayor Keith Holiday was there. He seems important, right? I don’t really know what he does with the City of Greensboro other than allowing retail developments to build up in places where there used to be lots and lots of trees.

Greensboro, in my opinion, has been whoring itself out to commercial developers for several decades now. The city has been constantly cannibalizing itself and you can tell if you only use one eye to look for yourself.

The Randleman Road and High Point Road areas were once bustling places of retail activity. Then, the city got the bright idea to cut all the trees down on Wendover Avenue and let developers throw up new retail places. Retailers like Circuit City moved over there and any of the other retailers decided that Wendover would be the place to be and followed suit.

Now, Randleman Road and High Point Road are nothing more than places where you can score some crack and pick up a cheap prostitute. It’s just not a great place to do any shopping or have dinner at. I know that most people avoid those places now and head out to the overdeveloped Wendover area and deal with the traffic congestion just for the illusion of “safety”.

I live in the Northwest part of Greensboro and I know that it’s a matter of time until our part of the city becomes like Randleman and High Point Roads. They’re trying to put more retail on New Garden Road and I’m sure as soon as the city does some more annexing around the Urban Loop, there will be even more trees taken down in the name of the mighty dollar.

When will it all end? Doesn’t anyone in this town care anymore? Why do we keep voting the same jerks into office that have no love for this city?

It’s all about business and lining the pockets with cash, as the city of green will be turned into asphalt. And, quite honestly, it makes me sick.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not a tree-hugging hippie. Hell, I don’t even like the outdoors. I just like Greensboro the way it was and I’d like to keep as much green in it as possible. There’s plenty of green to be made in this town without cannibalization.

But, if plans go into effect to put up a Long John Silver’s in a lush wooded area… I will be the first to sacrifice a tree with a big grin and a chainsaw.

Saturday morning, I was up before the sun rose at 5:30 a.m. I had to banner wrap the Millis Center at High Point University. I had no idea where the center was on the campus.

I don’t know why, but they make buildings difficult to find on college campuses. So I got there in plenty of time to find the joint.

I’m rolling around the campus looking for this place and you know, while you’re driving, you don’t really have a whole lot of time to read while keeping your eyes on the road. The signs on the campus only pointed out things like athletic center and security. There was no use of “Millis” anywhere that I could read.

I saw where they were putting up the finish line and I knew that I was close to where I had to be. I turned the van around and headed up the other direction. Still, I couldn’t find the place so I turned around again.

I saw a man and woman riding on one of those John Deere Gators and I stopped to ask them. They pointed to the building that we were in front of.

Needless to say, I felt really stupid. I had read “James” and “Convocation Center” on the front of the building, but since I was driving, the reading economy that I had employed didn’t allow me to see “Millis” in the middle.

Again, what ‘cha gonna do?

After the 5K happenings, I went back to the station to work the KZL board for a remote and my production work.

I met Hinzy at the Green Burro where Ritchy’s Uptown used to be for a few drinks and wings. And of course, every television was tuned into college football. When Crystal (the bartender and I hope that I spelled that right) turned the TV’s to another event, I kept trying to get her to turn it to SoapNet or the Lifetime Movie Channel. I don’t think that she found it terribly amusing.

I was in bed by 10 p.m.

On Sunday, I woke up with no agitating alarms because I didn’t have to be anywhere at anytime. Let Heaven and nature sing!

I got some good news and some bad news. You know, they go hand in hand like chocolate and peanut butter.

The bad news… Fox has cancelled ‘Arrested Development’. That show is in my all time top ten of shows. It’s the type of show that makes you laugh out loud even when you’re watching it alone. I cannot tell you how many times that show had me in tears from laughing so much. Watch what you can and don’t forget... The show is available on DVD for purchase and rent.

The good news… NASCAR driver Kurt Busch got some payback!

As you know, I don’t like him and I think that the man has no character because of his dealings trying to get out of Roush Racing after they provided him the opportunity to win a championship. The A-hole had the world at his feet, but that wasn’t good enough for him.

Last Friday night, he left the Phoenix International Raceway and was stopped by police. He was cited for reckless driving and running a stop sign.

I’m sure that he gave the officer the “Don’t you know who I am?” bit and when it didn’t work, Busch got belligerent. He was arrested. Hehehehehe….

On Sunday morning, Jack Roush announced that after conferring with the sponsors, Kurt Busch has been placed on suspension for his actions. He will not be competing in the last two races of the season. They put one of my favorite drivers in the seat, Kenny Wallace.

They stuck a camera in Busch’s face and he was nearly in tears because of his suspension. Hahahahahaha!

It serves his ass right! He’s a punk who needs a soap bar party like the one given to “Leonard” in ‘Full Metal Jacket’.

Kurt Busch is a classless jerk and Roger Penske doesn’t seem to mind putting that A-hole in the number 2 Miller Lite car for next year. Perhaps Penske will find out what type of individual that he’s investing in before he’s screwed the way Roush Racing was.

Every time that they spoke about Busch’s troubles and woes during the race broadcast, I was laughing like a hyena on nitrous oxide. Kurt Busch needs to sit his character-lacking ass down and soak in some ‘My Name Is Earl’. I think that is the only way he’ll understand because he’s obviously stupid and ‘Earl’ will put it in such way that Busch will get it.

I love the show so don’t get me wrong.

And my Redskins were beaten in the last minutes of the ball game by Tampa Bay. That was most unfortunate.

Thursday, November 10, 2005

The Beatles 'Rubber Soul'

All right, I’m getting a little angry with Netflix. But that is to be expected with any relationship. There are going to be bumps in the road with any love affair. And that’s especially true when the honeymoon is over.

Well ladies and gentleman, the honeymoon is over and I’m starting to see the dark side of my beloved Netflix.

I went to the 5 at-a-time program for two reasons. One, since the colder months are here, I’ll be inside watching more movies instead of doing outdoor remote broadcasts with the radio stations that I work for. And two, I don’t like logjams and I try to keep the movies flowing at a rapid rate. I like to watch a flick the day it arrives and stick it in the mailbox on that same day. I like more bang for my buck and baby… And I’m a 50-caliber Howitzer canon! I want the same turnaround that I’m giving Netflix. And dammit, I expect it!

On this past Monday, they received 3 discs from me. On Tuesday, they should have shipped out the next three available titles on my queue. Wrong!

They shipped disc one of season five of ‘The Sopranos’, ‘The Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow’, and ‘The Talented Mr. Ripley’.

The other Soprano titles said they were available, what in the F@#K is going on? Why didn’t I get disc two and three of season five of ‘The Sopranos’?

Disc one of season five will not arrive (according to them) until Saturday. Meanwhile, as other discs are being returned, Netflix are shipping the rest of ‘The Sopranos’. And that would be totally cool, BUT!!!… Disc two should arrive on Friday and disc three will be here today, on Thursday. That’s COMPLETELY out of order!

Logjams are happening! I have to sit and wait until I can watch them in order as God intended. Logjams! Friggin’ logjams! I can’t have it!

But what choice do I have?

I can feel the gray hair pushing themselves out through my scalp. Am I making too much out of this?

I know that there are little hungry children in Ethiopia who don’t know the joy of Netflix and I should feel ashamed of myself. There are bigger and worse things going on around the globe and I should just be happy to be a part of the Netflix family, but the logjams. The damn logjams that are out of my control make me crazy.

I can’t get in touch with anyone… I don’t think. Netflix is a faceless conglomerate that I cannot reach by telephone or visit in person. What choice do I have except to bend over, grab my ankles, and ask for seconds?

I understand that computers take care of all the sending and receiving information, but there should be protocols in place to prevent receiving of out-of-sequence television seasonal discs. It’s enough to make me watch ‘Natural Born Killers’ in order to get juiced up for a highway killing spree.

Of course, I’m kidding. Instead, I’m going to boycott Aruba until that blonde white girl is found. That makes as much sense, doesn’t it?

Have you heard about that?

People are now boycotting Aruba until something breaks in the Natalee Holloway case or when she is found. That sort of crap should make any white supremist ashamed of their race. Are people really that stupid?

Lets face facts, shall we?

No one would care if she weren’t rich, white, and blonde.

This stuff happens all the time around us and we don’t care. Read your newspapers. A woman or man has probably suspiciously disappeared from your community within the last year and no one seems to care.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must check my mailbox for Netflix envelopes.

Want to join my Netflix friends list?

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Lenny Kravitz 'Are You Gonna Go My Way'

Again, just in case you're joining in late, the title of the day's entry is what I'm listening to on that day. Enjoy....

Well, Carl Sagan has just ruined my day.

I was watching ‘Cosmos’ on the Science Channel and it was about the study of light and traveling at the speed of light.

Needless to say, he blew all kinds of holes into what I’ve learned over the years from watching the various ‘Star Trek’ shows.

Einstein says that you cannot travel at or beyond the speed of light. It’s a law of nature. You can travel close to the speed of light, but never at that speed or beyond. He also theorizes that time would be different if you were traveling at the speed of light. What might take you 28 years by traveling at the speed of light to get to the Andromeda galaxy would seem like 300,000 years to the folks back on earth. Your spaceship would have “ship time” where everything would slow down. Meanwhile, back on earth, everything would be going along at the usual rate and by the time that you got back, the sun would have extinguished and there would be no life on Earth.

There will be no Captain Kirks traveling to distant and far off places at seven times the speed of light in the future.

Thank you, Carl Sagan.

I never watched ‘Cosmos’ when it originally ran because I was just a kid and didn’t care about such things. But watching now, I can see why everyone wanted to imitate his voice. Sagan was like the Harry Carry of science. He had a distinctive voice and pattern of speech. In a sense, he has a cool, scientific swagger when he speaks.

He’s still alive, right?

I’m expecting some DVDs in the mail today from Netflix. ‘The Sky Captains’ or something like that should be arriving.

To be totally honest, I have no real desire to see the film except for the special effects. Angelina Jolie, to me, is one of the most unattractive women that I have ever seen working in Hollywood. I just don’t get why everyone, EVERYONE, thinks that she is the bee’s knees. Don’t even get me started on Uma Thurman.

And the other flick… My mind is completely blank as to what it could be. I just checked what was arriving last night, but I just can’t remember. So, I’m guessing that it’s a movie that I just don’t care about either. Perhaps Uma Thurman is in it?

I looked into making a separate queue for the movies that I get for my nephew Preston and me to watch, but I can’t figure it out. Yeah… Understanding Einstein’s theories as put forth by Carl Sagan, I get. Figuring out a simple website with detailed instructions throws me into a full on Excedrin headache number 53. My brain just shut down on me and walked off the job.

What’s up with that?

Christine gave me the idea and it sounds good to me, but I cannot grasp how to do it.

I’ve got to go now and search out some alcoholic beverages.

Oh! My friend Sean and I came up with trying to get a phrase reborn while watching bad horror movies for Halloween. Instead of saying something “sucks” or “that’s a bad deal” when things go wrong, start using the phrase “that is most unfortunate”. No one ever says it anymore and it’s high time that we brought it back!

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Top Jimmy & The Rhythm Pigs 'Pigus Drunkus Maximus'

Clay Howard from Stratocruiser ( found this interesting thing as he typed up the wrong address to my blog. It proves there’s good to every side of evil. Check it out for yourself…

I have thought and thought about what to write for this entry and absolutely nothing is coming to mind.

They say… I don’t exactly know who “they” are, but they say if you just start writing about anything, something will eventually come to mind.

I received ‘Superman: The Animated Series Vol. 1 disc 1’ from Netflix yesterday. My nephew Preston and me ate it up in one sitting.

The kid loves superheroes for some reason. I cannot get him to understand why Batman is the coolest. He likes Superman, Spider-Man, Batman, and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. The last one, I don’t know where the hell he found out about them.

As were watching the Superman DVD, the catchy theme music plays and I made up lyrics where there are none…

“Superman… SuperMAN… He’s really tall and smell-eee. Superman… SuperMAN… He feeds on dog - POO PEEE!!!”

And of course, Preston didn’t like that at all. He thinks Superman is really cool.

I told him that Superman is an alien. He’s a humanoid from another planet. He gets his super powers from the sun of our galaxy. His only weaknesses are kryptonite and magic. He’s just not that interesting because he doesn’t have many inner conflicts.

Now Batman… He’s interesting.

I tried to explain that Batman has no super powers at all. He relies solely on his abilities, intelligence, and training. And, the death of his parents is the mighty demon that he wrestles with in his head. He’s dark and brooding. Batman is mysterious and quite scary at times. He’s just damn cool!

And while reading this entry to Preston, he would like to add, “Batman FIGHTS the Joker!”

We’ve been alternating from Batman to Superman from Netflix. I’ve also squeezed in some ‘Futurama’ too. He likes Bender and I can’t think of a better cartoon role model than a cigar smoking, alcohol drinking, and woman-chasing robot. Preston has a firm understanding of bad words and Bender uses them as much as Elton John bends his hand at the wrist. He knows that if I hear him using those “bad words” or if someone tells me that he’s using those “words”… NO MORE ‘Futurama’.

I need to get him started on ‘The Simpsons’ as well.

Look at that! It’s true!

I just started writing and something came to me. It looks as if “they” were right all along. Thank you, “they”.

Monday, November 07, 2005

Busted Uncle 'DEMOlisten!'

Have you ever sat and pondered about the ability that Jeannie has on ‘I Dream Of Jeannie’?

Well, I have.

She must be incredible at math! Imagine all of the algebra, both the differential and integral methods of calculus that she understands like a remote control. And lets not leave out how she drifts in and out of quantum psychics with ease.

You cannot just “will” things into being, disappear and reappear, and change events with a blinking of the eyes without having an ungodly amount of math and theory under your unseen bellybutton.

I know what you’re thinking… “Eugene, it’s just a TV show.”

I understand that, but what I’m saying is this… What if she was real? What if Genies really existed?

I just cannot imagine the amount of computations involved with what they could do and how they would do it with such ease. Frankly, it boggles my mind.

Last Friday night, I drifted over to the Green Room in Kernersville to see a reunion of Heavens Sake. Two of the members are now in Busted Uncle and they sort of did a reunion show “off the cuff”.

I was told that they hadn’t practiced in over 4 months, but you couldn’t tell unless you really scrutinized. They were tight and even soundman Chris Pennel didn’t miss any beats. He knew exactly where to pump things up or add some effects. It was a great show.

I ran lights for them at one time. And during the whole 45 minutes or so, I felt like I should have been doing something besides sipping on my Yuengling and scrutinizing their performance.

Tim Pinnix was the other Heavens Sake light tech and he agreed with my slight unease about “not” running some lights.

Heavens Sake was a local band that brought you a show and they required two light techs. Hell, sometimes Pinnix would also double up as a pyro-tech because some flash pots were used from time to time.

I remember the flames tickling the ceiling tiles at a club in Winston-Salem when Heavens Sake played there. Ahhhh….. The memories.

Busted Uncle was awesome too!

The lead singer, Brian Atkins, asked me if I would introduce the band. Of course, I was more than happy to do because it made me feel like a celebrity. And, as it turned out, no one in the audience had any idea who I was. Which isn’t surprising. But, it was awesome to be asked so that I could live in the celebrity fantasy for a few minutes.

I watched several DVD’s from Netflix over the weekend. First up, ‘Friday Night Lights’. I gave it three stars even though I didn’t really like it. It had a docudrama kind of feel to it and I could find no reason to fall in love with any of the characters. The direction from Peter Berg was excellent! The hard-hitting scenes were just that, but I did manage to find hatred for one of the characters. I can’t remember the name, but he was number 45, the running back for Permian High.

He was cocky and arrogant and I couldn’t wait for his ass to get his clock cleaned. I giggled like a ten year old girl talking to a boy she likes over the phone when his knee got tore up on the field. Oh, I found tremendous satisfaction when Mr. High n’ Mighty came crashing down after his chat with a Midland Texas doctor about the end of his career. I loved it when he cleaned out the books for Mercedes from his locker. I laughed my ass off when he returned to his uncle’s car and cried like a baby!

That big payoff was the only reason that I gave it 3 out of five stars. Otherwise, I hated the film. It was boring.

But, it wasn’t as boring as the third installment of ‘Star Wars’. ‘Return Of The Sith’ I think that it’s called.

Jeez! That movie had me reading the damn phone book for other things to do. I’m glad that I didn’t waste money on seeing it in the theaters because I would have been angry about it.

There was just too much fluff and too much time between the action scenes. Still, I gave it 3 stars on Netflix because I really didn’t hate it. George Lucas just took his sweet-ass time in getting to the end of that 2 and a half hour experience.

Thursday, November 03, 2005

KISS 'Raleigh 7/27/04 Alltel Pavillion'

Every Halloween, my friend Sean Whitley hosts a get-together at his pad. We hoist a few alcoholic beverages, eat profusely, and watch those seasonal types of movies. I can’t seriously use the word “scary” because most of the films that we watch are low-budget and horribly bad works of cinema.

We watched ‘Revolt Of The Zombies’, ‘White Zombie’ with Bela Lugosi, and a few other highly forgetful flicks.

I remember trying to watch ‘White Zombie’ years ago when WGHP ran “Shock Theatre” on Saturday nights. Within minutes of the start of the film, I was bored and flipped over to Saturday Night Live. I thought that I was too young, lacking patience to watch the movie.

Now that I’m more mature and able to sit for hours in front of a television, I realize that ‘White Zombie’ isn’t worth the time to watch. It was BAD! But if you’ve seen ‘Ed Wood’, you get to see Bela’s hand trick where you have to be “double-jointed” and Hungarian. It was nice to see that bit of history put into perspective.

The one movie that didn’t suck that we watched was John Carpenter’s ‘The Thing’.

I had not seen this film since about 1984 when it ran on HBO. I liked it, but I never fully took the time to take it all in. And during the run of it at Sean’s, I got distracted and left to pick Kim up at her house to join in the festivities.

When we got back, they had started up some bad “zombie” flick. So, I asked Sean if I could borrow it and take it home to watch.

Surprisingly, ‘The Thing’ still holds up to this day even though it was made back in 1982. The storyline holds up. It doesn’t look that dated except when Kirk Russell is playing a Chess Wizard video game. And the special effects… Damn if they don’t hold up too!

When it comes to horror movies, I’m a desensitized bastard. I rarely get scared or excited. But the scene where Russell is checking everyone’s blood with a hot wire to find out who the alien-infected are, I nearly jumped out of my chair and I believe that I shouted a loud curse word when that thing jumped out of the petridish.

That to me is a sign of a very good film.

If you’ve never seen it, give it a shot. I liked it so much that I’m thinking about purchasing a copy for myself.

The paranoia about the characters not knowing who might be infected makes it very creepy.

‘The Thing’ is also one of those remakes (‘The Thing From Another Planet’) that are as good, if not better, than the original.

Lets open up the debate… Use the comments section and make the call on the best remakes. From what the site meter tells me, there are a lot of people reading this so do it! It’s okay to have an opinion and you can even be anonymous.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

KISS 'Disc Four 1983 - 1989 (Box Set)'

This, in my opinion, is not one of my best attempts, but here goes...

Last Saturday night, I went along on the 1075KZL Corona Party Bus and visited some of the area’s drinking establishments. First on our drinking agenda was the Fox and Hound in Winston-Salem.

It’s a very interesting place with televisions in every conceivable crevice, nook, and cranny. And for some reason, every set was showing a sporting event.


I didn’t notice any sets with NTN Trivia on them, because that’s what I’m drawn to. I wouldn’t give a rat’s testicles to watch college football, or college anything for that matter. But by looking around the room, I could see that I am a guy in the minority. I don’t really watch that many sports.

Basketball – pro and collegiate, I just couldn’t care less. It’s a boring sport to me. Tall and sweaty guys all jumping around and showboating in order to purchase big SUV’s, huge homes, and diamonds to put in their every crevice, nook, and cranny. Not to mention all the women they meet in order to have anal relations with because their “woman” at home doesn’t play that game.

Major League Baseball – Since the strike back in the 90’s, I have lost all interest because the players aren’t playing from the heart. They are playing from the wallet and sticking it to the fans. If MLB doesn’t get a salary cap going, the sport is going away within the next 20 years. It’s too slow for television and not very exciting unless you’re in the ballpark. Look at the ratings and attendance at the ballparks; they’ll back me up.

I still attend minor league games because they’re cost effective for me and I like to heckle the hell out of the opposing team. And besides, it’s more than a ballgame. It’s a social event.

Football – Pro football, I like. I don’t care about college football because I don’t have a team that I’m passionate about. The main reason… I never attended college.

I’m passionate about my Washington Redskins and that’s about it. I only watch their games, the play-offs, and maybe, maybe… The Super Bowl.

In hockey, I will watch the Carolina Hurricanes when I can. I like hockey for the violence and intensity of the game. Hell, I can just about watch any team play hockey. I miss the Greensboro Generals. Maybe someday, they’ll return.

And of course, you know that I love me some racing. But I only watch NASCAR. Indy League doesn’t do anything for me because those “cars” don’t look like cars, man. They don’t rub and you know, rubbing is racing. I’ll stick with the “stock cars” thank you very much.

Oh…. Let me get back to the Corona Party Bus.

We hit The Green Room in Kernersville, Fusion in Winston-Salem, and the Pourhouse in Greensboro. We ended the night at the N Club in downtown Greensboro. The place was packed with costumed partiers.

Being close to 40, I did feel a little out of place with the drunken children as they danced to “foreign” music all around me. It was hard to move around in the place. There were steps where you didn’t know there were steps. You just had to follow the person in front of you very closely and notice what they were doing.

I cut into one particular line snaking it’s way through the crowd… I put my hand on a young lady’s shoulder and started to follow her through. She turned around to me and said, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“What?” I asked.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she yelled into my ear.

So I said, “Would you rather me grab your ass and follow you down the dark stairs?”

She turned around and we made our way down the stairs. No problems except the one she has with some “old” guy trying to keep from falling on his face.

Overall, I didn’t find the N Club crowd all that friendly. They seemed more concerned with drinking, getting into someone else’s pants, and flashing their naked breasts on stage. That’s right! Two women dancing around in sexy prisoner outfits lifted up their tiny shirts and started playing with each other right there.

Scott Yost from the Rhino Times was there to witness it first hand. His tongue came out and hit the floor. He spent the rest of the evening wiping it off with napkins. Josh from Murphy in the Morning was also there and his eyes fell out of his widened sockets. Luckily, they were turned in to the lost and found.

It was crazy! Who says Greensboro is boring? Those naysayers just aren’t looking in the right places.