September 22, 2005

Lots of music

Okay, boosted this from she who does bucky nekkid cartwheels in a hyperbaric chamber. Swear to goodness, that’s the best blog name out there, if for no other reason than I could never get away with it. I have a love for anything anything I find interesting that I couldn’t do.

Either way, it goes like this. I went to musicoutfitters.com and brought down the top 100 songs of my graduation year of high school (1997). Now, the ones I like–and there’s a pretty low threshhold for liking something–are in bold. Guilty pleasures are italicized. Songs I don’t like get that good strikeout. If I don’t care, it gets nothing.

And there’s a chance this list may stop at fiddy. 100’s a lotta songs.

Let’s go.
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September 22, 2005

My bad

I just realized I hadn’t been able to tell people what happened with the donations I was going to collect. Basically, I talked to my buddy after I got to Atlanta–a couple hours after I talked to you, Dame–and he said his people had all they needed. After that, I wound up jetting across the country and crashing out and impolitely forgetting to let people know what was going on. I apologize for not getting in touch with people sooner, and I really don’t have much of a good excuse.

This storm is really starting to mess with me. I don’t think I’ll understand how I really feel about Houston. Today confirms it.

September 22, 2005

Last day of summer…sucks.

It’s the last day of the summer. I’d originally planned on doing a rundown of my favorite songs of the summer, but not today.

It seems that Rita has decided to bombard my hometown. Hurricane season is really messin’ up the groove, but the stories from the freeways of Houston are no good.
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September 22, 2005

What are you doing?

At 8:25a EDT, someone logged onto my site from a RoadRunner cable modem from Houston. Whoever you are, if you’re still online, do something right fast–turn that damn computer off and get out of town! Ain’t you heard there’s a hurricane coming? One of them cincos, man. Cinco!

My best friend from college has been on the road about ten hours, and he’s gone no more than forty miles. That’s like taking half an hour to get out of your driveway.

So, put the comptuer somewhere high and take your ass out of town. Best bet is somewhere in the country. Major thoroughfares are all bad.

BTW, thank you for reading. I’m very flattered. But the last words you see in this world better not be from Virtual Bomaniland. The shit ain’t that good.