So I Was Thinkin'...

that instead of sitting here playing pinball and reading too much news that pisses me off, maybe it would be a good idea to write some of the crazy thoughts that run through my head faster than fibre through TCB. Or maybe that's a bit too much information.

Strange, isn't it babies, how life has a way of taking you back to the beginning when you're not sure where to go. Five years ago The Fates decided it was time to pull the rug right out from under HRG's feet. Finding myself in the same situation again frightens me a little. Someone please remind me, just every now and again, that despite the similarities, that was a time of endings. Some pretty wonderful things came out of it then and they will now. Right? Right?

Hey, if God really did create the world and all life, where'd Satan come from?
(thanks for sharing my ADD moment)

It's December now, getting time for the year in review. Not just a year in review tho, it's a decade gone by now. How did that happen? And just what do we call this decade anyway? The Oughts, The Zeroes? Personally I think it should be called the 'Ohs. Like 'Oh look, they put a moron in charge of the red button . 'Oh they've done it again. Or something like that.

Remember how we were all going to change the world and then along the way we realized it had changed us? Oh to be that naive, that idealistic....that young...wouldn't it be cool?

Oh, who am I kidding. No way you could pay me enough to be thirteen again.

HRG

The Pineapple Express

...should bring those white foamy drinks in silly glasses, sunshine, coconut and pineapples dammit!

Apparently not. It's brought rain, lots and lots of rain. A good day to stay inside and finish sorting out the cupboards above the stove. Which is what should be occupying HRG's time at the moment.

But there's still half a cup of too much coffee left, so let's play awhile shall we babies?

You know, it's nice when bureaucrats surprise you, isn't it? As you all know from my endless whining about it, there's a mess in front of our cute little house. Some of you may have even seen it, although there seems to be less traffic in our neighborhood now that the brightly colored port-a-pottie is gone. A phone call was made. Just one. They called back just like they said they would! Wow. And he was awesome, gave us the heads up about further construction and then gave HRG permission to rope off the grassy part on the other side of the fence! No red tape, just a simple conversation. Problem solved. It was a nice start to my day.

Then I read the papers. I've come to the conclusion that, present company and rabid fans excepted, people are stupid and I hate them. It stands to reason that if these things make me so crazy, then maybe not reading them would be the smart thing. Yes and no. You can't work for change if you're unaware of what's going on in the world. Seeing the inherent evil in people makes me look that much harder for the good. Without that balance, it would be insanely depressing. Without that balance there would be no hope. It's a big important word. Let's remember that, shall we?

Now, to be fair, there are "news" stories out there that do show not all people are soulless, some are just plain stupid. It's been said that stupid should hurt, like brain freeze or a really sharp noise. I agree. So very very many stupid people are out there babies, too many. And they're allowed to breed. People like that should be quarantined and sterilized.

Like the people who brought their ten year old daughter to a comedy show on Friday nite. And sat right up front. This is a well known comedy tour, these comics aren't telling knock knock jokes or cavorting onstage with a purple dinosaur. The only question to be asked really is...."wtf were you THINKING?!!" It was so unfair to everyone. The comics handled is well, although every one of them took a jab at the "responsible" parents. The audience agreed. No, they did not completely sanitize their show either, the consequence being the parents now have to explain stuff. Grown up stuff. Said with grown up words. Payback's a bitch babies, sometimes it truly is.

So there.

HRG

Flashbacks

....of our debut gig have us all fired up. This project has been worth the endless rehearsals, we gelled when and where it counted. Onstage. To a packed to the rafters, very appreciative house. At the end of the nite someone said to us that it was like we called her, asked what her favorite 36 songs were and then played them all. Even the Bay City Rollers song. With a giggle and a grin HRG will admit we did it babies. We played Saturday Night and they went wild. It looked and felt like a director yelled "ACTION!" Suddenly we were filming a video. Not literally, but well, you know. Absolutely everyone was singing along, pumping their fists in the air, the bartenders were dancing, waitresses too..... For the record, the men yelled much louder than the women. It was a "we were.....and....." moment.

And it was cool, being worshipped again. It was the first time in a long time, too long a time, that HRG was let out of her cage. It felt good.

A sort of spidey sense moment told me old and missed friends were there for a short time, at the back where they couldn't be seen. Then again, sometimes wishful thinking gets in the way.

The end of the year is, believe it or not, only about 48 days away my babies. I've been rearranging shelves, moving boxes, making room for new ones. The temptation to open some of them is too much, and yes, sometimes I do re-visit the memories, but only the good ones. They are the only ones that count.

You know babies, I've rambled on about nothing really, which wasn't my intention when I sat down, but this groovy tummy has started making sounds like cats being tortured and the neighbors look worried.

Let's blame it on the one who is too far away and her grilled cheese sandwich.


HRG