Matchbox Twenty: Kody (LIVE)

I had a thought earlier this week about a new name for my blog and now I can't remember what the hell it was. The DHA is not perfect. I am taking this supplement, DHA, in pill form for all you naysayers, that is supposed to help my memory. Your body naturally makes DHA and Omega-3 fats (the good fat, the tasty fat, well ok not the fat that tastes good, but the fat that tastes good because you know you need it even though it doesnt taste good, or much like anything, except that little nutty flavor in flax oil) converts to DHA therefore increasing your memory, among MANY other things. Well, this is a supplement to take because I have really kinda stopped taking flax oil every day, like I used to and should. Not out of inconvenience, but out of laziness. There goes my five-years-ago Lenten sacrifice.

I was really taken aback by the death of David Bloom. I was talking with Mary about this a little and I think for me, his death represents all of the deaths, for it brought the war home to me. Until then, I kept (purposefully) dealing with the war like a video game my war-mongering cousin Adam would play, but since I saw him on NBC um, 30 times a day, it was much easier to put his face with his death. Because he came into my living room all the time, it was like losing someone I actually knew. It was sad. Add to that the reality of 79 other Americans dead and we've got a problem. But I'm back now.

A friend of mine sent me a website to sign up for the names of two troops overseas so as to write to them, and I think I may start that, even though the war is seemingly over and that asshole Saddam is hopefully dead, but our men and women in red white and blue will be there for a little while still and could probably use the boost of mail. Let me know if you want to do that too, and I'll send you the website.

Counting Crows: Rain King into Thunder Road and then back into the end of Rain King

I burned my tongue tonight on a Marie Callendar's Berry Cobbler. Think back with me to 1992 for a minute. My mom had snuck her way onto a previous friend's (the Danielson family) SAMS Club business membership, and even though we only talk to them once a year now when the card needs to be renewed (incidentally, Brent is at the Naval Academy right now and probably knows people in the Gulf as I like to call it) we went to SAMS all the time to buy bulk. We all know bulk is better. And no, I will not be selling AMWAY anytime soon. Anyway, Marie Callendar's put out a multi-pack (I think 6) cobbler set. They were Peach and Berry, 3 of each. We got them once and they were little dishes of heaven, or at least heaven's staging area, and we got them every time after that. My dad and I ate them up like pigs at a trough. Then one day, they stopped carrying them. We never could find them anywhere else, so we assumed they were discontinued. That was mid- to late-nineties. Now, it is 2003 and today, Wednesday, April 9, 2003, I was waltzin around County Market, the Discount Food Store (though I don't know why they call it discount because I always seem to spend more there than normal grocery stores when I buy less stuff) and came upon three berry cobblers in the uppermost corner of a freezer and almost had to pinch myself. I simply could not believe my eyes. Let me tell you that since my last berry cobbler, every time I go to a new grocery store anywhere, I still look for them first thing. I had given up. God works in mysterious ways, don't he? So I bought it, got home, put it in the oven and even took it out and let it breathe for about fifteen minutes. I STILL burned my fuckin tongue on the first bite. (This has happened before on a berry cobbler... damn things.)

Then I watched, on HBO2, the movie of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I haven't seen it since it first came out on video oh so many years ago and I had forgotten how much I loved it. It is so classic and not stupid like the show would have me believe, but clever, really funny and even tense. It was kinda creepy too though not in a traditional way: Donald Sutherland said a line when he first met Kristy Swanson (whom I was telling Phil I am saddened that her career never rightly took off... though she was in some movie in the last five years but I can't remember what; I think with Charlie Sheen, but case in point) exactly in the same vein that Kiefer says his lines on "24" and recently in "Phone Booth." It was spooky.

So, tonight I relived 1992 and it was juicy. Except for the burned tongue, which still is burned and will be for a few days. You all know the drill.