Wednesday

You guessed it, theme week at woofreakinhoo.

Who knew there were so few songs about Wednesdays? Is it just a universally hated day? Wednesdays child full of woe and all that?

I dunno, it's not that bad, sitting there perched between the weekend that was and the one coming up. But I have never been one of those living for the weekend sort of guys - in fact, I have long held onto Monday as my favorite days of the week (go figure). Maybe some more folks need to be singing the praises of our much maligned and melancholy friend, Wednesday.

So to start with a band that I know my son listens to (just in case you thought I was uber-hip),

Jimmy Eat World. With you guessed it: Wednesday!

Meet a part of me that feels like every other day.
It has been seen in pictures and in alleyways.
Can see it through your walls.
Can see it through your fall.
Can see it on your floor, wrongway.
Lift your head up, Wednesday.
It's almost 2:30.
When the walls start falling down you'll be last to be found.
That's allright, malt liquor.
So you can promise me a day.
Not gonna promise nothing anyway.
Say you will,say you will and then you don't.

Tuesday!

So my favorite Canadian show ever took its final bow last night. Corner Gas was simply brilliant. I wear my bias proudly, it took place less than fifty miles from my home town - hell, I'd been in the Dog River (Rouleau, Sask.) bar and recognized it from the first shot. It was full of jokes and phrases that I grew up with (give 'er snoose), and characters I knew.

Not sure what Brent Butt will do next, maybe nothing. But (!) he doesn't have to. He has made the ultimate Canadian TV show. Anyone who disagrees will have to meet me at the Ruby, and it won't be pretty.

I'm going to miss you guys.

Now here is a Rolling Stones Song (in a weird sort of tribute).

Ruby Tuesday

She would never say where she came from
Yesterday dont matter if its gone
While the sun is bright
Or in the darkest night
No one knows
She comes and goes

Goodbye, ruby tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still Im gonna miss you...

Dont question why she needs to be so free
Shell tell you its the only way to be
She just cant be chained
To a life where nothings gained
And nothings lost
At such a cost

Theres no time to lose, I heard her say
Catch your dreams before they slip away
Dying all the time
Lose your dreams
And you will lose your mind.
Aint life unkind?

Goodbye, ruby tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still Im gonna miss you...

Monday

Monday!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Just wanted to say that. Lemme see, what might I ramble about...?

Finished Blindness, and got depressed. Went and saw the movie Jesus Camp, got more depressed. Went to an Easter service and got happy. Watch the final round of the Masters and got more happy. Had a nap in between (happily sleeping). Started taxes... uh-oh. Depressed again.

That's life.

And here is a Wilco song.

MOnday

Choo-choo Charlie had a plenty good band but he couldn't understand why no
one would go
A world record players on a tour of Japan, Charlie fixin' his van with the
left arm tan
He said
Monday, I'm all high, get me out of FLA
In school, yeah, I fooled ya, now I know I made a mistake
Blister on a turnpike, let me by, I only wanna wonder why when I don't die
Ewww, I shot ya, yeah, I know, I only wanna go where my wheels roll
Monday, I'm all high, get me out of FLA
I fooled ya, in school yeah, now I know I made a mistake
Everybody's wonderin', "where he'd go?" He must be down in Pensacola
hidin' from the snow
The world record players on a tour of Japan, Charlie's fixin' his van,
he's waitin' for a postcard
And he said
Monday, I'm all high, get me out of TLA
Well, I cut class, in school yeah, now I know I made a mistake
I made a big mistake
Alright
Yeah, alright
Alright
(Man, I've been listen to Creedence Clearwater Rivival)
Son of a.....

Haunted

Almost finished Blindness (see Saramago post below). It is one of those books that are hard to read, harrowing is the word for it.

I've read bleak fiction before, I've even become known for liking the bleak stuff (Cormac M. comes to mind). Yet there is something deeply haunting in Saramago's book. Maybe it is the news lately of gunman opening up fire, on anyone, anywhere (or so it seems). Blindness is an allegorical look of a society gone over the deep end. You can read it and go, "Yeah, right. Like that would ever happen. A mass disease of blindness."

But it is not the disease that is chilling, though it is too - it is what happens when the government exiles the sick to an asylum where the very base of society emerges. On my darker days I hear the news and feel like we are much closer to this anarchy and violence that we might think. Just recall the Southern U.S. during Katrina and the people in the Superdome.

When I was a kid, after a particular scary movie I needed to get my mind off things before I went to bed. I often gravitated to Archie comics - reading the exploits of Jug and Arch always got my mind off things. After finishing Blindness I feel a trip to Riverdale will be in order. A long trip.

Busy busy.

So it turns out that I got phone calls this morning from Random House, Harper Collins and Penguin. They all apologized for the delay in getting back to me and offered multi-book six-figure deals. I said I'd think about it. Oh, gotta run, I see that my call display is showing the New Yorker.

Whatta morning.