Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Band Camp

While I was taking the dog out for his first walk Monday morning I could hear, wafting over the neighborhood, the faint sound of a trumpeter playing scales coming from the high school. Time for Band Camp! If somebody had kicked in with the timbales at about that time I would have had to have grabbed my trombone and headed over, heedless of the fact that I've more than used up my high school band eligibility.

Band Camp - hazing sophomores (we had three-year high school, so they were the lowest of the low), laughing at the weaklings passing out from standing at parade rest for ten minutes in the 98 degree heat, learning the marching band arrangements of classics like Rikki Don't Lose That Number and Stevie Wonder's Sir Duke (and the inevitable Eli's Coming), teaching the new kids the obscene cheers that we'd learned from the seniors when we were sophomores and realizing that once again the football team was going to be so bad that the only thing that was going to put people in the stands was us. And we did.

Monday, August 15, 2005

Unreality-based Community

As usual, Billmon over at the Whiskey Bar gets it just about right:
At this point, to call the Commander in Chief detached from reality would be an insult to paranoid schizophrenics everywhere.

I'm a Believer

As I was doing the grocery shopping at the Teeter tonight, I realized that not only was I whistling along to Smashmouth's cover of I'm a Believer, every single person I could see in the store, from women 10 years older than me to the high school kids stocking the shelves, was either whistling, humming or singing along with me. Ah, the power of Neil Diamond!

Sunday, August 14, 2005

Life is Good

Sunday afternoon, coupla beers at Woody's, Women's Pro Beach Volleyball and the PGA championship on most of the many tubes... yes, life is good.