The Heart of Rock and Roll is Still Beating?

And from what I've seen I believe 'em.

I've been around for nearly 25 years. The Huey Lewis and the News song I just referenced is only five months younger than I am. Yet all these years I thought Huey said "The Heart of Rock and Roll is in Cleveland. And from What I've seen I believe 'em."

Am I the only one that was convinced he said Cleveland?

I guess so, otherwise Drew Carey would have made a big fuss about it.

It just makes sense though, the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame is in Cleveland. I just always thought that's what Huey was talking about. He mentions so many other cities in the song. It just troubles me that he wasn't talking about Cleveland. Not that I love Cleveland, I've been through there twice. Flown over it a few more times. The whole time I felt a bit of reverance toward it because I thought Huey said it had the heart of Rock and Roll.

It could have used the publicity too, because all it really has is Drew Carey, Joe Walsh and Little Richard.

So Rock and Roll has a beating heart? What the hell was Huey talking about? I want a new drug, one that won't make me sick.

So I become disillusioned just a little more.

x - hausted

I hate the times where I lay down with the best intentions of staying awake yet my body doesn't follow that guideline. I got a bit too comfortable and about 1.5 minutes into the season finale of Psych and next thing I knew my room was flooded with daylight and there was an infomercial on TV. Strangely enough my first thought was "isn't 8:30 AM a bit late in the day for an infomercial?" I thought for sure USA network had some Coach reruns left in the tank to intersperse between the Law and Order marathons. I was a bit disgusted that I had slept my friday night away. I was even more disgusted that I had three missed calls. I guess it's time to choose a ringtone that's even louder and more raucous than Led Zeppelin's Kashmir.

When I tell people I've slept for 10, 12 or 15 hours or so they always say "you must have needed it." I hate that, well of course I needed it, but I really hate sleeping my life away. I always feel like I'm one broken alarm clock away from becoming Rip Van Winkle.

The exhaust pipe is falling off my car. It's falling towards the front so it's currently dragging on the pavement. So not only is my car loud it also has the added sound of dragging metal. If you're no stranger to my car troubles you know what this means. It's the time where I beg my mother to let me borrow her '95 Chevy Lumina minivan. This didn't bother me as much in high school but even soccer moms are driving around in much classier vehicles these days.

Hopefully I'll be back on the road in my own car on Monday, as for now I'll be driving around listening to cassette tapes. Maybe I can dig out my '80s mixtapes to put a smile on my face. Because nothing looks more ridiculous than a man driving a minivan with a smile on his face.

At the store we're selling shamrocks to support MDA. You know the cool ones you write your name on and then they get stapled to the wall? Well one of my favorite past times is filling in the blank ones with made up names or names of washed up celebrities. Well half of the blank ones this year have an "X" marked in the box, so I've taken to adding "Malcom X" or "X-files,""Xena" and "X-Treme!" to the "X's" just to jazz things up a bit.

And I Know What You're Thinking

He waited 32 days to tell us this?

So I'm the King of Queens this afternoon and this show is really starting to bother me. It's not the writing, or the acting. It's the fact that the main character wears his delivery guy uniform around the house in every scene! Maybe it's in his contract, maybe he really drives a delivery truck. Maybe he doesn't have any other clothes, or maybe his wife has a uniform fetish. It's not right that this should be bothering me, but I've also been up since 5:30 AM.