Victory...Tastes Like Ashes!

OK, here's my newest admission of supreme geekery: My long-standing love for Star Blazers (Space Battleship Yamato).
I've rewatched the first TV series, the first feature movie, and added all the others to my Netflix queue. I've even scarfed up the English-language documentary on the series from last year. I'd like to get a Yamato/Argo model, but they seem to go for over $200!
I think I'll do a cover of the theme song!

We're off to outer space
We're leaving Mother Earth
To save the human race
Our Star Blazers

Searching for a distant star
Heading off to Iscandar
Leaving all we love behind
Who knows what danger we'll find?

We must be strong and brave
Our home we've got to save
If we don't in just one year
Mother Earth will disappear

Fighting with the Gamilons
We won't stop until we've won
Then we'll return and when we arrive
The Earth will survive
With our Star Blazers

Monocle Hat!

Fun is the one thing that money can't buy.

Dopers Suck

They do, they just do.
Ballad Of The Tour de France, my "Tyler, Floyd and Lance are abducted by the Devil, slightly tortured, then forced to stay in Hell after their flimsy excuses are rejected by The Evil One" folk ballad-y sort of thing.
Seriously. I'm so sick of the lies. After Operacion Puerto or whatever it's called, Tyler has no legs to stand on, let alone ride as a pro. Floyd needs to just stop talking, he's only making it worse. Latest Floyd theory I've seen? That the high T level wasn't so much from a patch, but the by-product of steroids, usually offset by injections of E, so the ratio doesn't get too out of whack and set off the doping alarms. So, it was the masking that the doctor got wrong! Well, that was on the internet, anyway, so it must be true. I'm not a chemist. And Lance? Well...isn't it interesting that he won his lawsuits over the '99 positive samples on procedural and privacy grounds and the issue of WHY they were positive gets shoved under the rug. Oh, and my old hero Greg LeMond needs to stop sputtering his lame-o conspiracy theories. Dude, I looked up to you! I had your 1983 World Champion Gitane poster on my wall. I nearly had a heartattack in 1989! You will always be the first American to win the Tour, don't be jealous of the young guys.
The song is a work of fiction, so there's no reason to sue me, guys.

Because I Love Brian

I'm doing this just for you : )

1. it's/its
2. loose/lose
3. there/their/they're
4. he and I/he and me
5. [I did not attend, therefore I have no blogging about it, but I hear Art Brut did a great job!]

I never had you pegged as a grammar nazi!

All secrets sleep in winter shoes

I was told recently that I was wearing "winter shoes" in the summer. The Clark Desert Treks. I had no idea! I mean, I can see how big puffy snow boots would be winter shoes...
So I got me some summer sneakers, Converse All-Star Premieres, which come in lovely, unsneakerly colors and have, get this for attention to detail, oval eyelets, leather tags, and slightly off-white laces! Whoa!

I couldn't sleep last night at first cuz I was trying to write a folk ballad about how some cyclists at the Tour de France get caught doping and have to go to hell to answer for their unsporting crimes. It should be good. I've always wanted to be Woody Guthrie, minus the debilitating disease and relationship disasters.

There's meth and there's reefer and things inbetween, be careful to take them, they might make you mean!

OK, I admit, it wasn't a real campfire, but it was a real singalong.
Here's Gabe and Lauran tracking their parts.


New Song of the Month, too! click on the Lair link, upper right corner, directly above my slicked-back hairdo.