Nomads in Denmark next week (in addition to the boat trip and the shows with Problem)

also at Gutter Island myspace.

18 years ago today, I was in Dallas TX hanging out with Brother Randall and Sister Donna, just a wee bit before we headed for Memphis on the “In Search of Elvis” tour. I remember it like it was yesterday. Said US trek also included a pilgrimage to Springfield, Mo. And my SF debut to finally meet them Stims. Quite an adventure.

However, I’m feeling a tad long in the tooth because my nephew Jamie turned the age of that Alice Cooper chestnut today. I’m not sure if I want to seize the day or scuttle off and hide. If I’m being honest, the latter more suits my demeanour. Milestones like this flag up the concept of the long, strange road. They amplify the fact that what passes as an existence is all too short. If you don’t know what you want and you don’t know how to get it or you know what you want and you don’t know how to get it, how does that play out?

I’ve had enough of knowing how to get what I don’t want though. Still, I shouldn’t grumble. My own particular alternative universe isn’t such a bad place to be when I stop kvetching and think about it. I understand the concept of always wanting what you can’t have but it would be a right royal trip to buck that particular malady.

Crossed the 700 mark in terms of faceplook friends last weekend and I think I’m getting immune to status updating in direct correlation with the increase. Coming back to the valuable commodity of time, if we added together all the time we’ve spent/spend on there, that’s a hefty chunk that we’ll never get back. This was never factored in to my already waning time management skills.

I notice that a couple of blog posts actually turned up there but have no idea how the hook up works. Sometimes it rankles me, mostly I don’t care.

Need to polish my baseball mask and cleaver for tomorrow. Bye.