Day Eighty Two

I'm doing my best not to become a Facebook slut, you know the type.  The hourly updates just to say they're having there morning coffee and an english muffin.   Then an hour later they report that the sun looks really bright today.  Look what Al Gore has done to us!  The internet, it's not for everyone.
   It looks like tomorrow is the day to ride to Daytona Beach for the annual Biketoberfest.  We'll probably meander up the back roads and take in the cool country air.  It should be fun if for no other reason than to put some miles on the rocket bike.  I'll do my best not to come home with a new tattoo, I'm sure my fear of commitment will work in my favor on this one.  I've thought about it, and I really can't think of anything I'd like to have permanently inscribed on my body.  I've seen to many grannies with tinkerbell on their ankles to think that would be a good idea.  No telling what else is going on under those moo moos!
   Until tomorrow, here's your daily dose of wisdom:

Once you've outgrown the sand box, everything else is a scam.
    My Accountant

Day Eighty One

I bit the bullet and signed myself up for a Facebook page today, scary I know.  I was abusing my lovely wife's page and I thought I might be violating some unwritten marital law.  So before I got the book thrown at me, I did the right thing, and got my own page.  Now I just have to hope I'm not tracked down by people I can't remember, or would rather not communicate with, or owe money to!
   Our percussionist Norm "The Most Dangerous Man In Folk Music" McDonald has a new you tube video up that was recorded by Gail Carson at the Lake County Folk Festival.  It's his tune Florida Bound , check it out before he has Gail pull it off the web.
Until tomorrow, here's your daily dose of wisdom:

  

“My parents didn't want to move to Florida, but they turned sixty and that's the law.”

Jerry Seinfeld quotes

  

Day Thirty Nine

Is it Thursday already?  There should be a support group for people returning from vacation, it could help ease them back to reality.  Maybe I'll start one, it could be fun messing with their heads while they're still unable to defend themselves.  All these great ideas and no marketing skills, it's a real shame.
    I managed to put out some promo stuff on the infamous facebook page today.  I hate to bug the crap out of people with an onslought of promotional stuff they could care less about, but I guess that's how you get their attention.  As I said, my marketing skills are not my strongest asset.  Which makes me wonder, what is my strongest asset.  I don't really know, I'll have to ask around.
   I also sat down and recorded one of my latest creations, I think it went pretty well.  I wont really know until I've gone through the cooling down period, an essential recording technique. What sounds like gold on Monday might be aluminum foil by Wednesday.   I'm kind of leaning towards some drums and bluesy guitar for this one, or maybe saxophone.  We'll see how things develop, and if it passes the aluminum foil test. 
  Until tomorrow, here's your daily words of wisdom:

My ultimate vocation in life is to be an irritant.


-- Elvis Costello