Evidence Welfare Doesn’t Work

Watch as a professional loser receives an insanely gorgeous home only to lose it because they got – wait for it – a loan they could not afford. This after the home was given to them – mortgage paid – with another $100k to pay for maintenance.

But hey, she doesn’t care! “What’s going to happen is instead of keep paying my mortgage, I’m going to take my money and not pay my mortgage because I’m being harassed.”

My God – you grasping, useless piece of human refuse.
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Rock Honors

I’ll be damned if I didn’t stumble onto some history…VH1 Honors is giving due credit to The Who. I happened across it as Pearl Jam performed – quite well – “The Real Me”. It has an absolutely insane bass line paired with an absolute thunder of drums. One knows there is a lead guitar path in there somewhere but for me those low notes carry over all.

How I used to adore them…I had a phase you might say – post-Robin Trower, pre-AC/DC. And Quadrophenia spoke to me intensely. As one man noted in the intro, the arenas would quake. I’d forgotten that sensation, actually. I never got to see The Who live but others, yes – others where the fans and the music were so intertwined that the very hall moved in response.

So when Adam Sandler finished his intro (and yes, I do miss Keith Moon very much indeed – he’d be showing the young men how its really done) and those green lasers started their dancing…and the notes for “Baba O’Riley” rang out…I got chills up and down. Of course, I also thought about Billy and how he’d know exactly what lights those were and how they were aimed and timed. And how he’d understand that for me those drums will always be the hallmark…I like some guitar, yes. But…oh, that rumble…I do love it.

At any rate, as the guy from Coldplay said – when you hear that music it makes you feel like you should just give up.

Yes. Because no one did it as well.

I Hate You, Secret Shopper

I don’t write about my work very often – mostly because what I do is relatively simple and routine. But today…today I had the call that we staffers dread – the nosey, sneaky secret shopper whore.

I did everything I could to shake her – testing, so to speak, to see if it was a spam call or not. But she knew the names and details so I had to assume it was someone safe. Not so much. But says she after she IDs herself – I am getting a 100% because I asked the right questions.

I got a corporate reach around, folks.

All I could think was, “Bitch, what is your name because 1) I never want to work for you and, 2) if I ever do lose it you are the first one against the wall.”

Sigh….I have GOT to figure out how to move out of this working group and be free of that corporate BS. Meanwhile, I have cursed her with intense anal itching. Long-term. Fair-fair.

All The Living and The Dead

Ah…I forget about this movie for long stretches and then remember it and feel that deep tug on my heart once again. John Huston was deathly ill during its production and one can imagine the emotions on the set as his daughter put that…experience into her role.

It is a lovely film and possibly the only sense made of James Joyce’s work. Every scene a jewel…I put these here in their order and hope I do not ruin anyones enjoyment of a future viewing. It really should be watched in deep wintertime but…we shall enjoy it now while the sun can remove some of that chill.

Broken Vows – The Recitation “…and my fear is great that you have taken God from me…”