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“Ningún luchar en el espacio de la guerra!!! HA HA HA HA!”

As I type this post, I am totally rocking out to INXS’s Kick album.  Here in a minute I’ll be checking out REM’s first two records, Murmur and Reckoning.  After that, it may be Madness, the soundtrack for Easy Rider, Dexys Midnight Runners or Fats Waller.
Basement Records (way the hell out on Chapman Hwy) is, unfortunately, the only place to buy records, unless you count the potluck flea markets offer.  Of course, when you’re on a tight budget, Basement’s $2 record bins are fairly potluck, too.  Although we have picked up some Johnny Cash, The Beatles, Pink Floyd and Bob Dylan there before.
Record store owners can be an odd bunch.  Mr. Basement, for instance, was listening to a radio talkshow VERY LOUDLY when we came in.  He only turned it down to rant at us for a while about how evil cds are, and that when people come to their senses, there will be a restoration of power to the throne of vinyl.  He has given us this rant both times we’ve been in the store.  Last time, we were there longer and were privy to his NRA speech as well.
While I disagree (to myself, since I don’t want to be yelled at by Mr. Basement) about an underdog win for vinyl, I do agree that albums are a wonderful medium.  They have a unique sound, big, beautiful cover art and a nostalgic quality that makes buying and listening a pleasure.  Any time I go to a flea market, bazaar or yardsale, and they have albums, I am compelled to look through them.
You just can’t stomp to make a cd stop skipping.

Yesterday, after a meal of altogether too much steak, chicken and sides, we waddled out to Norris for their annual fireworks extravaganza. Well, not so much an extravaganza as half-assed, but whatever.
And, as it does every time I visit there, I was reminded of how much I love Norris. It really is the definition of a quaint little town.
We got there around 5, which we found out is too late for games and too early for fireworks. So we wandered around. We took the kids to the playground at my old elementary school. We went to Archer’s grocery store to get some snacks and were totally shocked at their wonderful (and reasonably priced) beer selection. Much better than you can get in Oak Ridge, for sure. Actually, for a mom and pop grocery store, everything in there was reasonably priced. I would have loved to belly up to the new soda fountain in Hoskin’s drugstore, but unfortunately they were closed.
Norris is like Oak Ridge’s more talented and attractive sister that doesn’t put out. Wide open fields to play in, good schools (elementary and middle at least), pretty landscaping, roads you can bike on without fearing your life, well-kept sidewalks throughout the city, friendly citizens, a decent (and decently-priced) housing market and virtually zero crime. Sure, there’s not much to do there, but so what? You can be sure your kids are safe walking around town and you can sleep with your doors unlocked.  From what I understand, Oak Ridge used to be like that.  It’s a shame it isn’t still.

Man, we need to piss somebody off enough to sue us, and see what it does to our readership…

This out of Broadband Reports, website www.dondatehimgirl.com is being sued by a guy given three-snaps-in-a-Z-formation and faded in a review on the website. See, the website, if you can’t tell by the name (the only website that actually makes your head wobble as you read it) trades in accepting reviews of male dates and publishing them to warn other girls, and whatnot.

Really, I’m suprised it hasn’t happened yet. And maybe it has, but the previous sites did not have the boon of dissing Todd J. Hollis, a Pittsburgh lawyer who didn’t want allegations of STD’s and child support whinyness being put on the web.

Beyond Todd “Crabs” Hollis’s opus, the men are fighting back on other fronts. They’ve started up http://www.classaction-dontdatehimgirl.com to apply the “I’m rubber” to the “You’re glue” attack that the ladies started up. However, I didn’t see any details of the class action, so maybe thats a dance move I don’t know about.

I wanted to see for myself how easy it is to drop the real deal on these horrible men, so I logged in.  First thing I had to do was click through some “you agree to our privacy policy” stuff.  Man, if I had a nickel for everytime I lied my way through THAT.

Karessa Dormay soon had an account at the site, and was on her way to adding a cheater.  She had to agree to terms and conditions again to put in a record of an encounter with one of those nasty men, but after a minute it was set.  Actually, the whole thing was pretty poorly done, and the omnipresent advertising for the DDHG shops kinda set the trend for the whole thing.  Anyway, the record is there, and this poor bastards name has been besmirtched with a popup saying “addition succesful”.

Yes, I could make less sense, but I’m apparently just barely in Dixie. Woot!
Thanks Knoxjon