When you're sick

Get plenty of writs and spill plenty of fluids...

Roll Out

the barrel, we've got the blues on the run. (Red Ball, not Red Bull.)

Roll out

those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer/ Those days of soda and pretzels and fear...

More crystal confidence

The mostly lowercase label of Tom's of Maine's crystal confidence deodorant trumpets "24 HOUR ODOR PROTECTION" on it. Great for 24-Hour Party People, I guess...

I got

a new deodorant, crystal confidence from Tom's of Maine, which, in the first place, sounds like something you ingest before listening to Eternal Tapestry. The label says "dermatologist tested," but I don't know whether that means tested by dermatologists, or tested on dermatologists...

At the Supermarket

I was looking at the dishwashing liquids, and I came to the conclusion that Palmolive is the finest one out there.

Summertime is...

hot pants and sidewalk rants.

Been reading

a number of Hard Case Crime books lately; they're fairly short and one of the local libraries has a good supply. I heartily recommend "Lemons Never Lie" by Richard Stark; I'm not quite done with it, but the guy doesn't disappoint.

Summertime is...

lemon ice and restless nights.

Summertime is...

heat rash and lemonade.

Last week

I saw a shirtless guy driving a battered work van on the freeway, looking like he didn't know what decade it was, waiting for "Run Run Run" by Jo Jo Gunne to come on the radio.

As much as I hate to admit it,

Jim Morrison was right: people are strange. The local laundromat that I go to has fifteen washing machines, ten dryers, and one laundry cart (why, I don't know; it's a small space). I only use the dryers there, because I have access to a good washing machine. Of the dryers there, only three (#s 1, 2, & 3) work really well. When I got there to dry my clothes yesterday, this guy was taking his laundry out, but one piece at a time, folding every sheet and pillowcase and setting them to the side. A little rude, because I was standing right behind him with my stuff in the laundry cart, but I admired the efficiency of it somewhat. Then he was down to one piece in # 1, which was the one I wanted anyway, so I thought "Good." And THEN he took out his phone and was either reading a text or sending one! I actually had to say out loud, "Look. I'll wait for you to fold laundry, but I will not wait for you to text! Ridiculous!" He hurried up, I put my clothes in, and left.

Last week

I dreamt that I was walking a bike along Detroit Avenue near W. 25th, and singing the song "Berlin," and when I got up to the Detroit-Superior Bridge, I was at the bridge of the song. Interesting to know that my subconscious mind makes puns, too.

I read that

Don Cheadle, America's actor, was going to produce a TV series based on the movie "Crash," but was disappointed to find out that it wasn't the Ballard/Cronenberg "Crash"...

At the Laundromat

I got a can of Dr. Pepper with a picture of Don Cheadle, America's actor, on it.

Shelved side-by-side

at the local Wal-Mart: vodka and Pop-Tarts.