Whitee - Purveyor of Fine Beats...Provider of Lyrical Treats
Music, culture & politics. We'll also update Whitee's recording progress.Tuesday, March 07, 2006
A couple of things - neither of which puts me in a very good light.
I'll start with the worst first. I have a dead mouse in the house. Not a big deal you may say. Oh, not true. I have a rodent problem. No, not in the house, in my head. When I was in first grade someone in my school must have gotten bitten by a rat, so they showed all of us this movie with babies in cribs and rats all over the place. Scared the crap out of me. I guess we were supposed to report it if at our houses there were a bunch of rats, but the only thing it did was to make me terrified of rodents. Worse are bats, which are rats with wings. There's a bat that's either dead or hybernating in my apartment basement...I now go to a laudromat.
So I found this dead mouse in my apartment...a disease-ridden, baby-biting mouse. And it was literally stuck to the floor. So I did what any manly man would do...I called my Mommy. I figured that it's her fault for raising such a pussy of a son, so she should take care of it for me.
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The other thing that may not make me look very good is my take on the death of Kirby Puckett. For those who don't know, he is a former baseball player. I've always been a Kirby fan. I have e-mail addresses with his uniform number in it, on teams I still play on, I try to get number 34. The way he played is what drew me to him. He loved the game and it showed. That's pretty much it.
About 5 years or so after he retired he got into some trouble. Seems he was cheating on his wife, he was charged with harassment and some other stuff as well. I don't know what the other stuff was because I didn't read the articles on the situation. It wasn't denial, I've just had enough people who I've looked up to become human in my eyes, I just wasn't in the mood to hear the details. Kirby was the last person I had that feeling of...idoltry isn't the word...he was the last person whom I didn't see as being with faults. If you asked me if I thought he had them, of course I would have said yes, but I didn't think about them.
It was the leaving of the last bit of innoncence I had. I still asked for 34 on my uniform - still do - still will, but it was never the same. Kirby's dying is tragic on it's own, but for me it was a little bit more.
On that uplifting note...my Mommy's here to scrape up a dead mouse.
I'll start with the worst first. I have a dead mouse in the house. Not a big deal you may say. Oh, not true. I have a rodent problem. No, not in the house, in my head. When I was in first grade someone in my school must have gotten bitten by a rat, so they showed all of us this movie with babies in cribs and rats all over the place. Scared the crap out of me. I guess we were supposed to report it if at our houses there were a bunch of rats, but the only thing it did was to make me terrified of rodents. Worse are bats, which are rats with wings. There's a bat that's either dead or hybernating in my apartment basement...I now go to a laudromat.
So I found this dead mouse in my apartment...a disease-ridden, baby-biting mouse. And it was literally stuck to the floor. So I did what any manly man would do...I called my Mommy. I figured that it's her fault for raising such a pussy of a son, so she should take care of it for me.
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The other thing that may not make me look very good is my take on the death of Kirby Puckett. For those who don't know, he is a former baseball player. I've always been a Kirby fan. I have e-mail addresses with his uniform number in it, on teams I still play on, I try to get number 34. The way he played is what drew me to him. He loved the game and it showed. That's pretty much it.
About 5 years or so after he retired he got into some trouble. Seems he was cheating on his wife, he was charged with harassment and some other stuff as well. I don't know what the other stuff was because I didn't read the articles on the situation. It wasn't denial, I've just had enough people who I've looked up to become human in my eyes, I just wasn't in the mood to hear the details. Kirby was the last person I had that feeling of...idoltry isn't the word...he was the last person whom I didn't see as being with faults. If you asked me if I thought he had them, of course I would have said yes, but I didn't think about them.
It was the leaving of the last bit of innoncence I had. I still asked for 34 on my uniform - still do - still will, but it was never the same. Kirby's dying is tragic on it's own, but for me it was a little bit more.
On that uplifting note...my Mommy's here to scrape up a dead mouse.
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