Happy New Year!

I hope so.

No big plans, and this is one of those rare times I like it that way. Simple and quiet.

Oh, and here's some befitting stuff:
I love this song and all its multiple personalities.
and as a Second Amendment supporter ... yeah, I've thought about this.

Before Sunrise

But better than the three hours sleep I got the night before.

My insomnia, however, becomes your entertainment. I'm not sure why this exists, I'm just glad it does. Now you watch it and wonder.

The Disheveled Look Becomes Me

I hate that once I wake up, no matter what godawfulhourinthemiddleofthenight time it is, I can't get back to sleep.

So from 2:45 to 4:15 this morning I watched The Exterminating Angel. A really good movie that rests just shy of pretention in a way that makes it a joy to watch at the same time as giving you something to think/talk about.

Of course, then I had to go revisit Un Chien Andalou (what better time than half-awake in the middle of the night) which is a razor's edge shy of pretention. In fact, the only thing that makes it even close to pretentious is that it's been so poorly imitated so often in so many different ways.

Then there were the birds and the channel surfacing and the sun and the delivery trucks and the shower and the and the ('Canes)rad(war)io(The Cup) and the job I hate, etc.

So now, a little earlier than usual, I'm poised at the brink of bed, ready to try again.

Helping to start the revolution

Last night S and I saw The Coup at Local 506. I was surprised, a little disappointed (and, selfishly, a little glad), it wasn't completely packed. The show was tight, though. Particularly T-K.A.S.H (and I think that was DJ Mad Mike with the beats) who performed in this half-filled, small club with the same energy he would have in a packed major venue. I've been to shows where the "I can't believe I'm playing this dive" is apparent on the performers' faces. Not this show.

I don't know if The Coup brought their own sound guy or used someone local, but he was not trained in mixing for a live band hip hop act. Maybe that's understandable, still unfortunate for The Coup. The energy, style, and attitude were nonetheless inescable.

And why weren't you there? Wait, what do you mean who's The Coup? Well, here's some older stuff, but quintessential. And one of my favorites.

LLFD

Guinesso

Herein lies the brilliance of the Guinnesso¹ (or less cordially, the Guinea).

People who drink one cup of coffee a day are 20 per cent less likely to suffer alcoholic cirrhosis than those who drink none.

But here's the frustrating part of the article

And the protective effect increases with the more coffee you have: those who drink two or three cups a day are 40 per cent less likely to suffer cirrhosis, while people who drink four or more cups are 80 per cent less likely to get the disease.

And at the fifth cup? I suppose you're either invincible or dead. It's a coin toss.


¹So I'm driving home from work and I'm thinking "I'd like a Guinness with a shot of espresso in it." I can't recall ever having this craving or this drink before, but somehow it seems so right. And it just sounds like a drink that's been made before, right? So, I go to Broad Street Cafe and order a Guinness, an espresso, and a cup. I don't know what else to call it. And the baristo says, "That's a drink isn't it?"

I say, "It sounds like one."

He says to the other guy there who may be working or maybe just getting off work or maybe just there too much, "Isn't that a drink?"

"What?"

"Guinness and espresso, what is that called?"

"It's called something. I can't remember what. I'm sure it has a lot of names." He tries to think of one. He doesn't. "You know how drinks are."

I'm thinking, Like That Drink That Sounds Like It Should Be A Drink But Doesn't Have A Name Because Everybody Thinks Everything Has Already Been Invented Before So It Doesn't Matter? But I don't say that.

There's some discussion as to whether the espresso is to be counted as a $.50 espresso shot or a $1.65 espresso drink. The former just seems right. Then I take my some assembly required parts to a table. I pour the espresso first. The effervescence of the Guiness will disperse it through the drink, I'm thinking. I take a sip. It is perfect.

I don't know if I have (or anyone else has) ever had it anywhere outside of my imagination driving home that evening, but it was exactly what I was looking for.

Dead Puppies

Yes, I admit it, I literally lolled.

ST. PETERS, Missouri (AP) -- A woman angry that her new puppy had died pushed
her way into a dog breeder's home and repeatedly hit her on the head with the
dead Chihuahua, authorities said.

The best part is the flourish as she left the scene. I'll not quote it, you've just got to read it. Funniest use of a dead puppy ever.

Edit: Well that went away quickly. So as not to leave you hanging:

As the woman drove away, she waved the dead puppy out of the car's sunroof and yelled threats at the breeder, police said. She later called the breeder and threatened her and her family, according to court records.

testagain

ditto.