there's just something about a hertz doughnut

sorry i didn't get down to blog on my day off. had to get off my knees. i know how that sounds, and really, i needed to get off my feet - except that my feet don't hurt, my knees do. i'm not acually on my knees as much these days. except for that last week moving the store. whoo-ie. just read armageddon in retrospect (twice). His son Mark relays Kurt's favorite joke as that of a customs agent who searches a man's wheelbarrow every day for many years, but can't anything the man might be smuggling. when the agent is old and about to retire, he says to the man, "i've been searching your wheelbarrow for many years now, and we have become friends. tell me, what are you smuggling?" and the man says "friend, i am smuggling wheelbarrows." i also have to apologize for not getting work done on the journal. since this is probably the first reference to the journal in this blog, if you don't know what i mean than neither do you. snooch to the nooch, nugga-nooch!

i had conceeded fugazi, but you beat me to husker du, damn it.

however,

What a Good Boy - Barenaked Ladies
Telegram Sam - Bauhaus
The Boxer - Simon and Garfunkel
Start Wearing Purple - Gogol Bordello
Song for the Dumped - Ben Folds Five