Please forgive me for my recent lack of activity on this site, I've been working hard on my other blog (Hey, cut me a little slack...they're paying me for that one) and I am also currently in training for an annual Team Race here in Kyoto (details at a later date) hence my time (working, posting, playing and drinking) has been severely curtailed while my responsibilities have unexpectedly multiplied.
However, lest you think that I've somehow neglected to notice and gratefully appreciate Life's Finer Things.....
And yet, perhaps due to my fatigue, I'm not quite sure.
Welcome to '09 Boys and Girls! Yes....it's all ours whether we want it or not.
And in keeping with that gracious spirit... Please joyfully sing along (you know..approximately) to the tune of Dylan's "Subterranean Homesick Blues".
Can't quite recall that classic? Don't sweat. I loaded it for you.
Big trouble in the Gaza Strip Hezbollah let them rockets rip, them Jews ain't gonna take their shit somebody gonna get a Big Hit
And Blago's in a real bind working hard to dodge his crime, He said, “Can't ya' see I's only tryin' real hard to make a dime, you get yours and I'll get mine!" newspapers opine Blago just may do some time
Let's all bust a rhyme 'cuz it's Two-Thousand Nine
but Our Money's in a big mess Congress in a recess no body wants to confess ain't no way to redress
Better look out Kids no matter what ya' did
'Cuz Bush is going bye-bye ain't in range of WiFi Iraqi's wonderin' why why I don't even want to fly by ain't no oil, why sigh GI's still gettin' blown sky high
It's all right, Folks tho' it ain't no joke
China's growing sideways Russia's got the bills paid oil's pumping anyways Japan's still building freeways neon light displays shopping malls is all the craze but i can't find my ways like gettin' lost inside a maze
Heads up Kids we hitting the skids
Somali Pirates sailing GM is bailing newspapers failing McCain done picked Palin and started coffin nailing don't start wailing '09 might be a mail-in
Bin Laden's in a cave or digging his grave
But I know there's some Love-Love even 'twixt the Hawks and Doves So maybe we can't get above all the Bullshit push and shove
pretty girls everywhere sharp legs and long hair short skirts high heels can't cop a feel what's the deal, get real sweet lips hot hips and painted toes, don't say No just say go and don't no-show then we'll get our groove on and we'll start to move on
So I got me some hope tho' I might be a dope
You better save a penny when you can watch out for the Taxman keep an eye on Iran and any smokin' frying pans then steady scan the secret plan and hook up with the Main Man
I'm old, mean, ugly, horny and sexy, wait...strike that last one...I meant "and I make young girls visibly uncomfortable".
I have some bad qualities too.
My biggest accomplishment in life is my rock steady ability to sleep until noon. I believe that the only real purpose of the internets remains the divine dissemination of hardcore pornography and, further, that there is nothing more important in this world than baseball played properly, a sexy cat hanging around the house or a strong running motorcycle waiting for you at the curb. In addition, I believe that everyone must-
1). Get married
2). Go to rehab
at least once in a lifetime but, hopefully, not concurrently.
I love good food, Irish Whiskey, cold beer in the Summer and smoking cigarettes late at night.
I despise a great many things too numerous to list here but turning on the TV in the morning has got to be at or near the top.
I believe in Luck, Women and the V-Twin engine.
None of this matters of course and why should it?
