Show a little love for Glen Campbell...

Go out and get yourself his now not-so-new album "Meet Glen Campbell."
And re/introduce yourself to a brilliant musician and interpreter of popular song.

Here's his version of "Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)" by Green Day-

X-mas wishes

It's Christmas time. A time for peace and perhaps, personal reflection. So, in this one blog post, I will not tell you to go fuck yourself.
Go fuck your family and friends.

Narcissism

I have been increasingly concerned with this issue since perhaps ten years ago, when a friend brought it up in reference to the overall tone in Los Angeles, not just among actors, but among those whose lifestyle or work brought them in contact with fame or fortune, or those who have fame and fortune.
This was before the 'reality TV' binge began, and she had noted an increase in the self-absorption of people whose tangential connection with the famous bled into their personal lives, as if they themselves participated in the fame of their employers, or as the case often was, their more famous yet never met co-workers.
But today the picture is even more dire. With TV programs both aimed at and full of people with dreams and delusions nowhere near as great as their flaws, coupled with their willingness to act inappropriately on camera, we now have a level of both narcissism and voyeurism that combined, is dizzifying. To coin a term.
Self-obsession is not, and never was, ok. If you think that you are awesome, you are assuredly deluded. You are self absorbed. Sorry to tell ya. No one else would.

Loss of Faith

Obama is having his first loss in terms of confidence among voters, surrounding the AIG bonus issue. Let the Republican nay-sayers go fuck themselves. They had eight years to run this country, and they ran it into the ground.
8 years of Republican rule have put us in this place. Give the Democrat some time to sort it out. Let's not listen to their same said idiocy, just for a while, and see how it plays. They bite our ankles while we walk steadily toward the light, but walk we will.

Jesus don't want me for a sunbeam

Cause sunbeams are not made like me.
So don't ask me to cry, for all the reasons you had to die.
Don't ever ask that of me.

TWO KINDS OF PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD

I uesta think there were two kinds of people in this world: Beatles people, or Rolling Stones people. Then I realized that I am a Who person.
So I realized (again, natch) that there are still two kinds of people in this world: cowardly, play it safe and familiar types, or those who play it wild and close to the bone.
Who=close to the bone.
I=Who.
Therefore, I=close to the bone.
Its elementary logic, and irrefutable.
My generation, all 2 minutes 30 seconds of it, trumps everything the Beatles did, and most of the Stones stuff. If you don't agree, then FUCK YOU.

DYLAN

BTW-if you don't like Dylan, then fuck you.