Noise in the Attic

You can’t keep a good man down.  Or, in the case of James Brown, the Hardest Workin’ Stiff in Show Bidness, you can’t put him down to begin with.

James Brown’s Farewell Tour began on Christmas Day, 2006, when he joined the Heavenly Chorus.  After a triumphant return to the Apollo Theater in Harlem and a sell-out performance in Detroit, he came home to Augusta, Georgia, where he now waits in the Green Room at a local mortuary for the final curtain call.

What’s the deal here?  Can’t the man stop even after he’s dead?  It turns out that his Heirs and Assigns, sometimes known as vultures, can’t agree on which leech gets the biggest tit (or some other badly mixed metaphor that equally expresses my disgust and dismay).

They can’t even agree on where to bury the poor man   Some want to turn his house into a Graceland style graceless museum, and put him in a masoleum in the back yard.  Others have their own ideas.  Meanwhile, the Godfather of Soul cools his heels in his golden casket under tight security.  They just better hope he doesn’t get tired of all the bullshit and start kicking some avaricious ass.

This situation has the stench of a Sharpton all over it.

Kudos and acknowledgement as a Genuine Old Fogey to anyone who knows the source of this post’s title without looking it up.

… but Hallmark just doesn’t cut it.

Link from Miss Snark.  I know where my christmas cards will come from next year.

This story just pisses me off.  People!  Don’t be so fucking stupid!!!

Ouch!

Make your children behave or pay the consequences. A lot of people will disagree, but I think AirTran did exactly the right thing.  Who’s in charge here, anyway?  A 3-year-old?

And something to look forward to on Game Day.

And, on the local front, the new computer parts have arrived, and I should be up and running tonight after a quick BIOS flash.  eBay strikes again.  $23.00 fixed me right up.  for a while, anyway.  Gotta start saving those pennies toward a new(er) system.

I’m back on the medication merry-go-round.  Maybe this time, it won’t be for as long or with so many side effects.  Cymbalta is the latest instrument in the torture chamber.  I’ll most likely be cranky and depressed for the next several weeks while the change-over happens.  You likely won’t be able to notice the dfference.

Waiting on computer parts.  Thank the gods for eBay!

Today is Replace-The-Car-Battery Day.  It is, of course cold and raining.  The car in question is designed in such a way that I have had to disassemble the entire driver’s side of the engine compartment to get the old battery out.  It shouldn’t take more than the rest of the day to put it all back together again.  I long for the old days, when changing a battery took 15 minutes and a pair of Vise-Grips.

Life continues to drag me kicking and screaming along.  New adventures await around every turn.

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(Keyboard alert!� Place all liquids on a stable surface before viewing.)

Due to a dead home computer (motherboard and processor either or both belly-up), my Internet access at home is limited to an ancient and somewhat eccentric laptop powered by a geriatric hamster in a rusty exercise wheel.  Coupled with intermittent DSL functionality (Windstream SUCKS!!!), that means only occasional access.  I can still get here from work, but time is a problem on that front.

Funding being what it is at the current time, repairs may take a while.  I’ll check in as I can.  Y’all be good.  If you can’t (or won’t) be good, don’t get caught.

Permuted Press has issued an open call for submissions for their latest zombie anthology, History is Dead.  They want stories set before the 20th Century, and exotic locales are a plus.  This has, of course, piqued my (admittedly twisted) interest.

The historical aspect fits in neatly with my long-standing fascination with ancient Mesopotamian mythology, religion, and magic (all the same thing in those cultures) to produce an intriguing idea.  The two climactic scenes have already played themselves out in my mind.  Though these are “candy bar” scenes, I will have to go ahead and write them so I can capture my current peculiar mental state–a mixture of bloodthirstiness, emotional anguish, and deep black humor.  Giggling all the way to the boneyard, as it were.

Things are looking up.  Over the weekend, I finally (FINALLY!!!) finished “Sea Change”.  I think I finally got a good ending.  We’ll see.  I submitted it to Ideomancer.

Also looking up is the weather.  Out first Alberta Clipper is moving through today, and we should see several days of highs below 60 and lows in the upper 20’s.  At least a hint of Winter.  Maybe we can stay free of El Nino’s temper tantrums for a little while.

The last few days have been warm, wet, and dreary.  Mushrooms are sprouting everywhere, and they’re all driving cars in Central Georgia.

Star Wars Horoscope for Sagittarius

You are superbly wise and have been known to spread your wisdom widely. You are impatient and pushy when people take your teachings too lightly. And your philosophical side always peeks through. Star wars character you are most like: Yoda

Your New Year’s Resolutions

1) Get a pet monkey 2) Eat more hot dogs 3) Travel to Italy 4) Study human sexuality 5) Get in shape with capoeira

Guess I’d better get busy.  That’s a lot to do in one year.

— New TV show, Armed and Famous.  LaToya Jackson with a gun?  What crackhead thought THIS was a good idea?

– Speaking of crackheads, I’ve always wondered whose idea it was to build the Medical Center of Central Georgia on Hemlock Street.  Not exactly the image they should be striving for, IMO.

– Have you noticed how many people in commercials are complete idiots?  What does this say about the advertisers’ opinions of their prospective clients?  You know, the ones with the money they’re trying to get?

– Yes, I am feeling better.  Thanks to all for the support.  2006 was not a good year for me.  2007 will be better.  I insist.