A Few Odds and Ends To Share with you

Here are assorted odds and ends to share with you, the reader.

I stumbled across a show that I think is just ridiculous, but funny. I could not help myself, I had to watch bits and pieces of it. It is called Dancing With the Stars and it just made me chuckle.

Dancing with the Stars is a totally unique and original series that pairs a celebrity with a professional dance partner as they train and then compete in front of a studio audience in a televised dance competition. The pairs will be judged by a panel of experts and also by viewers at home, with one couple being eliminated each week."

Just what I wanted to see, a parody of The Surreal Life in which stars who no longer have it try to strut their stuff. Let me tell you, this is no Dance Fever and certainly no Solid Gold. Somewhere Deney Terio is tearing hair out. For that matter if you looked at the Deney Terio link you'll see that the man had a couple of interesting roles in his post Dance Fever life such as playing Khan`s Crewman #11 in Star Trek- The Wrath of Khan.

BeFrank was accosted by Michael Jackson fanatics. Show him some love and let him know that he would have been justified in laying some of these people out. The only person I find stranger and scarier than Michael is the woman who released the doves as the verdict in the case was read. Ok, scratch that, I find the whole lot of them to be unhinged. Who quits their job to sit in front of a courthouse to pray for his being exonerated. I still enjoy a few of his songs. I am not afraid to admit it, but the only thing harder to watch than this spectacle is Evander Holyfield on Dancing With The Stars.

Treppenwitz wrote about the Carnival of the Blind Dates. I did a piss poor job of describing one of my worst, but enjoyed reading about the others, especially kakarizz who shared the following tale:

I still get a chill when I remember my worst blind date, It was the second. She was Ethiopian and came from a very insecure part of the city and I had to go get her from her dad's place (even worsened the situation). I'm just about to reach her house, very much ontime (atleast I knew her place), when a gang of 10-13 hoodlums armed with crude weapons pounce on me [4 is manageable but anything more than a 6-man gang is def. not even worth raising an alarm for] - they took my new pair of jeans and my shirt. Yup! that left me half naked...oh! did I mention they took my shoes too, so after they leave(casually) and I walk up to the girls house - shock on me!! - the dad opens the gate and immediatley closes it, obviously thinking I was a mad-man, even after requesting to talk to the girl as he walked back to the house..I borrow some pants, t-shirt and tyre-made sandals(that's all the charcoal dealer had to give) in sheer frustration and promise to return them (yeah right!!) and WALK all the way back to my house just to find 10 missed calls from her and a voice mail saying she's no longer interested, I WASTED ALL HER TIME!!.....The rest is History"

The Shmata Queen survived a day with the doc and her daughter's surgery. Glad to hear that. But it could have been worse, she could have been forced to move back to cleveland, which is as we all know the Native American term for Latrine. Cuyahoga is their word for toilet paper and it refers to the tree bark they used for, well you know.

I have been participating in a group blog over here. I have enjoyed it, but I am wondering if anyone besides those of us participating are reading it.

Vince is currently engaging in heresy and blasphemy. She has given up a car. WTF is up with that. Ok, I understand what is up with that, but I am a true Californian and I won't give my car up ever and even then it won't happen. I ran across an '73 Fleetwood Convertible not so long ago and played around with the idea of buying it. I have great memories of driving a boat like that. It is Summer, good music blasting from the stereo and a dozen of the boys and I cruising up the coast. Good times.

One of these days I'll have to blog about the time we rented two 31 foot Winnebagos and drove them from LA to San Francisco. I parked one of those bad boys at Fisherman's Wharf. We barely made it through the gate, or should I say that I barely made it work. I was 21 and I had about 18 drunk college boys in the back. For a while there was a keg in the bathroom.

Let me tell you how much fun it was to tap on the brakes when some of those boys staggered into the head. Hee hee. It is stories like these that make me wonder who let me become a parent. My children are going to have to work hard to fool me, I have done so many different things. Of course they are both smarter than I am, so it may not be that hard.

Time to get some shuteye. Here is a list of what I have been listening to tonight. Sorry for the formatting issues.

Remember When	Alan Jackson
Uninvited	Alanis Morissette
Golden Slumbers	The Beatles
In My Life	The Beatles
Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy)	Big & Rich
Lean on Me	Bill Withers
Knockin' on Heaven's Door	Bob Dylan
Subterranean Homesick Blues	Bob Dylan
Lay, Lady, Lay	Bob Dylan
The Fire Inside	Bob Seger
Whiskey Lullaby	Brad Paisley
Born To Run	Bruce Springsteen
Tunnel Of Love	Bruce Springsteen
The Boys Of Summer	Don Henley
Suspicious Minds	Elvis Presley
Burning Love	Elvis Presley
Cry	Faith Hill
It Was A Very Good Year	Frank Sinatra
My Way	Frank Sinatra
If You Could Read My Mind	Gordon Lightfoot
Boulevard of Broken Dreams	Green Day
Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)	Green Day
Ring Of Fire	Johnny Cash
(Ghost) Riders In The Sky	Johnny Cash
Ghost Riders in the Sky	Johnny Cash & Willie Nelson
Mr. Brightside	The Killers
Your Time Is Gonna Come	Led Zeppelin
Nobody's Fault But Mine	Led Zeppelin
What's Going On	Marvin Gaye
Visions of Paradise	Mick Jagger
Beautiful	Moby
Float On	Modest Mouse
Hard to Handle	Otis Redding
Always on My Mind	Pet Shop Boys
Come Talk to Me	Peter Gabriel
Secret World	Peter Gabriel
I Want To Break Free	Queen
A Song For You	Ray Charles
Crazy Love	Ray Charles & Van Morrison
Young Turks	Rod Stewart
Forever Young	Rod Stewart
Crying	Roy Orbison
Walk On [Live]	U2
Where the Streets Have No Name (Live from Rotterdam)	U2
Love Ain't for Keepin'	The Who
Hey Jude	Wilson Pickett
Mustang Sally	Wilson Pickett

As Good As I Once Was Toby Keith