Joe Ely & Robert Earl Keene

Well, Some things are just worth waiting for. You want it every day, but you are forced to wait. Impatiently. All fidgety. Like having to anticipate a tall, cool glass of chocolate milk. When you finally get it, you take it slow. You savor every moment. You wish the pleasure could last forever. Interpretive chance Try hitting NEXT BLOG or I FEEL LUCKY, cause you ain't gonna find that here.

You know, for sombody who ain't working I'm sure a busy man. Mall pattern baldness

Actually, I started this yesterday, so any today mentioned is now a yesterday. And if I nose snare mentioned any day after tomorows, which I think is fairly unlikely, but if I did, they would now simply be tomorrows.

Today I went and took my civil service exam for detention deputy. It was easy, kinda. I took most of the 2 1/2 hours allotted because I wanted to read, re-read and re-read again every question. They say no one has ever gotten all 80 right, but I gave it my best shot. Molten art They were very simple concepts (add, subtract, multiply, count, tell time, read) but were laid out in some kind of convolouted way. I'll spare you the greusome details, but I was very slow and methodical.

My wife interviewed at Target and the interviewer said that they might even want to put her on a management track. She has a follow on interview in an hour or so. That's good. I kept telling her we probably needed to interview instead of dropping off applications.A penny for your socks I know they saw the address in Japan and figured she could not speak English, or work with dollars, or both. But I knew if she talked to a person during the process they'd see the experience she already had. And they did. Bridges? We don't need no stinking bridges.

Update: Wife got the job. Whoo-hoo, finally some money coming in. I took her to Waffle House to celebrate. I didn't even complain when she got TWO orders of grits. She needed khaki pants and a red shirt that was not a t-shirt. Ironically, Target didn't sell any red shirts for women except the 2 styles of t (crew or v neck).

I have always loved the Simpsons. It is one of the most subversive shows on the tube, though it can be kinda subtle sometimes. Well, maybe not subtle so much as sly. Now I'm starting to really like that show Family Guy, too. Far less subtle or sly. Probably why AFN never brought it over to Japan for us to watch. Memory exchanger It gets kinda crude. And just FYI, American Dad is pretty lame. Just because you're a smart alecky cartoon guy does not mean you're funny. No, really, it doesn't. Hire some writers.

Daggone cats were not near enough frightened of Big Mouth Billy Bass. You know, the singing mounted fish. I was expecting hilarity forbidden love....handles and what I got instead was apathy. Dang apathetic cats. And trust me, after only a couple of times that whole fish singing DON'T WORRY, BE HAPPY bit starts getting old.

I have been listening to a bit of Joe Ely lately. I'm a real sucker for them singer/songwriters. He can be a bit, shall we say, eccentric, but can also be real enjoyable to listen to. I loved this story/song by Robert Earl Keene. I was reminded of it because Joe Ely covered it on his Love & Danger album.

The Road Goes on Forever

Sherry was a waitress at the only joint in town
She had a reputation as a girl who'd been around
Down Main Street after midnight, a brand new pack of cigs
A fresh one hangin' from her lips, a beer between her legs
She'd ride down to the river and meet with all her friends
The road goes on forever and the party never ends.

Sonny was a loner older than the rest
He was going in the navy but he couldn't pass the test
So he hung around town--He sold a little pot
The law caught wind of Sonny and one day he got caught
But he was back in business when they set him free again
The road goes on forever and the party never ends.

Sonny's playin' eight-ball at the joint where Sherry works
When some drunken out-a-towner put his hand up Sherry's skirt
Sonny took his pool cue--Laid the drunk out on the floor
Stuffed a dollar in her tip jar and walked on out the door
She's runnin' right behind him, reachin' for his hand
The road goes on forever and the party never ends.

They jumped into his pickup, Sonny jammed her down in gear
Sonny looked at Sherry said, "Let's get on outta here."
The stars were high above 'em--The moon was in the east
The sun was settin' on 'em when they reached Miami Beach
They got a Motel by the water and a quart of Bombay Gin
The road goes on forever and the party never ends.

They soon ran out of money, but Sonny knew a man
Who knew some Cuban refugees that dealt in contraband
Sonny met the Cubans in a house just off the route
With a briefcase full of money and a pistol in his boot
The cards were on the table when the law came bustin' in
The road goes on forever and the party never ends.

The Cubans grabbed the goodies, Sonny grabbed the jack
He broke the bathroom window and climbed on out the back
Sherry drove the pickup through the alley on the side
Where a lawman tackled Sonny and was readin' him his rights
She stepped out in the alley with a single shot four-ten
The road goes on forever and the party never ends.

They left the lawman layin there, They made their get away
Got back to the motel just before the break of day
Sonny gave her all the money and he blew her a little kiss
"If they ask you how this happened say I forced you into this."
She watched him as his tail lights disappeared around the bend
The road goes on forever and the party never ends.

It's Main Street after midnight just like it was before
twenty-one months later at the local grocery store
Sherry buys a paper and a cold six-pack of beer
The headlines on the paper read that Sonny's going to the chair
She pulls back onto Main Street in her new Mercedes Benz
The road goes on forever and the party never ends...

Ride a painted pony, let that spinning wheel spin, out
Ramblin Ed