Wednesday, November 25, 2015
The Wall Street Journal writes that about a movement to have the Modern Lovers' "Roadrunner" designated Massachusetts’ official rock song. (It's a good one!) Read HERE.
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
I don't think it can be more cut and dried than this. How can anyone -- let alone a person of color -- have any faith in the police after seeing something this vile? Heartened the charge was premeditated murder, because that's exactly what it was.
Now do these "all lives matter" morons get it?
Posted by Kenneth M. Walsh at 5:00 PM
OK, yesterday's post led me into a Youtube hole. Here's the Margot version of the band in 1979 -- but I can't tell if it's after Gina Schock replaced Elissa Bello on drums or not -- at the Whiskey-a-Go-Go doing the song later made famous by Josie Cotton.
Monday, November 23, 2015
I've always been skeptical of female-to-male HIV transmission in the Western world -- everyone in L.A. has long known Earvin Johnson's magic was making c**ks disappear -- and this allegation about Charlie Sheen engaging in unprotected anal intercourse with a man doesn't exactly un-bolster my suspicions. I understand the need to remind people -- especially in the epidemic's darkest days -- that AIDS is not just a "gay" disease. But it didn't matter how you got HIV then, and it doesn't matter now. What does matter is honest reporting and medical advice.
Finding out Charlie swings both ways sure would have been a lot hotter when "Lucas" came out. Sheen's camp is pushing back, of course, which tells us nothing.
Posted by Kenneth M. Walsh at 4:51 PM
My poor ailing mother spent the morning hunched over the stove making pots of her famous chili for later, then excused herself to get dressed in her bedroom. A repairman shows up a little later and starts marveling at the smell -- "If you need a professional taste-tester I am available!" he beams -- to which my stepfather replies:
"Well, it's not gonna be ready for a few hours, but if you are hungry for chili there's a Wendy's nearby."
"Yeah, but that never tastes as good as homemade," the repairman counters, still smiling from the olfactory sensation.
"Well, I don't know," Gary sighs. "It's pretty close and it's a lot less hassle."
Molly and Gary: Loving and cherishing each other since 1973.
Posted by Kenneth M. Walsh at 1:10 PM