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Saw this news story when I arose this morning at 5:00 am after a fitfull, restless night.

Had a hard time grasping the validity of such a tale till the video cued.

Unpack your most vile, character assaulting adjectives, you weakly organized band of mouth breathers.

Now go forth, dear pinhead, and vigorously hurl them at this dimwit with my blessing. And be sure and act now while the good ones are still available.

I already call stolid, idiotic, and unintelligent.

Guess I’ll roll down on Sunday. Got the big pimpin’ hospitality hook up thanks to Repsol and Bridgestone. Full boat resume on a rope. Jason’s gonna bum rush ‘em Saturday. I’m in for race day.

Wonder if Stoner is still steaming over the brake check?

I believe this should sum it up……

Or perhaps this mild yet fulfilling offering……

Too many outside influences right now for me to keep my head wrapped around much more than the core of what it takes to exist these days.

I’m hoping to return to tossing missives out upon the funky internet waters at some point. It just ain’t been opportune as of late.

Wifey bought a Wii with the Wii Fit Board thing. Now the husky female voice that demands a work harder and faster has become yet an other in a long line of pinhead scumbags that must be crushed.

Anyway, smoke em if you got em. I’m sure I’ll come crawling back shortly.

I’ll be the first to admit, Let’s Active doesn’t pack the same emotional punch as it did when I was a shaggy 21 and knocking around various haunts in Memphis.

Mitch Easter’s voice is positively grating. Faye Hunter’s vocals are somewhat robotic. The production quality is just this side of a tiled public toilet. But the instrumental stands the test of time, ……..sorta. I’ll give the benefit of the passing grade to that paragon of percussive hotness, Sara Romweber.

I was totally in love with a girl who cut out “…this is a room with a view, seeing everything for what it is….” letter by letter from construction paper, and pasted it over the sash of her 9th floor dorm room window. There was an semi-inspiring view of downtown from that window. Through the summer gloam of a June night many years ago, I thought it truly inspiring, at least for the moment, anyway.

It’s a crisp eye-opener to take my callused, pessimistic brain and force it deep into my developmental timeline via my music collection. Certain songs bring the most innocent of memories and my noggin stifles back a full body dry heave. And it cycles back and forth like that, good to bad, until I shut my music player in disgust.

Me, counterculturally hopeful and relatively carefree and a fan of Let’s Active? Shmeh. As if that person could have ever existed…….