Friday Concoction

You know what I hate? When a band that you think is boring and only good for G-rated movie soundtracks becomes suddenly brilliant and innovative in retrospect. Like the Beatles. Well, maybe not those guys. But The Beach Boys. The whole do-whop, talking about surfing and cars and stuff. I will not join in the canonization of Brian Wilson. This paragraph would be a lot longer if I could think of another band that bothers me in this way. Instead let's talk about more bands that I feel like I should like but don't: The Who, Sarah Mcglaughlin, String Cheese Incident (sorry Teebs), Lauryn Hill all by herself without Wyclef and Pras, Mozart (too plinky), Tom Waits (I've tried A LOT!). Okay, that's enough sentences.

I said a couple days ago that Madeleine and I are reading Mrs. Frisbee and the Rats of NIMH. My mom read it to my brothers and me ages ago, and I remember it being about rats and Mrs. Frisbee. I didn't remember much about the Nimh part. But whoa. The rats escaped this place they called NIMH, which is actually a laboratory conducting experiments to increase the intelligence of rats by altering their DNA, and are trying to literally build their own utopia complete with machinery, electricity and plumbing and everything. I mean it's a crazy story! I thought it was going to be all Narnia-y because they're both strange words that start with N. Now in my mind I want to say Mrs. Frisbee and the Rats of N-I-M-H. Because it's not nim, it's En Eye Em Aitch!

Links and Asundry

• "People that are really very weird can get into sensitive positions and have a tremendous impact on history." --Dan Quayle
  
• I was actually enjoying the idea of quite a few of these re-mixed wedgies from the '40s, until I came to the Open-Toe Spectaters. Please avert your eyes to that portion of the website.
  
• My BFF and one-and-only bridesmaid Janet gave me a gorgeous sea glass wrist cuff as a wedding gift, and it perfectly matched my wedding dress. Her friend had made it, and I still cherish it. I was just looking for a necklace or pair of earrings in a similar style and found this. It is EXACTLY the same as my cuff. Isn't it awesome?
  
• This list isn't adding much to your day, is it?
  
• I saw this young girl comment somewhere and bookmarked her page because if this doesn't bring you back, you were in a coma until you could vote. It wasn't me, but it was the girl that sat in front of me in Traffic Safety.
  
• I have had my ears pierced for about 1 year and have lost 1 of every pair of earrings I've bought in that year. So I give you these pretty-prettys. Or I should say, please give me these pretty-prettys. I like the Chic Bounce. These are okay too.
  

The Then'n'Now section is just Then today. I was going through pictures and found a collection from our Before Kids days when we lived a stone's throw from the Flathead River in Kalispell. To quote our buddy, Mr. Big, it was killer glass, dude. Meaning the water was flat, slow, and buttery. We wakeboarded a lot. We were young. It was fun.

Now both doggies are gone, Mr. Big is a gay (if you can't tell from the flair with which he wakeboards) accountant and lives in Columbus, I can't fit into those clothes, and Jim's biceps still haven't seen the sun ...

Me (I'm going for a little half-assed grab here - I thought I was cool as shit):


Doggies (George is the lab, he died of bone cancer almost 3 years ago. Scooter is the Karelian Bear dog. She ran away right after we moved to Missoula and is probably the iron-fisted leader of some pack of wolves somewhere. She was some bitch.)


Jim (He's looking worried because I'm driving the boat and had a tendency to overlook driftwood.)


Mr. Big (See what I mean? About the flair? Nice Method.)