I'm not here to incite debates about the E Street Band, Stevie Ray Vaughan's Double Trouble or the J. Geils Band as America's greatest bar band. Just saying that The J. Geils Band was a great one. Many remember them for the Freeze Frame-era success they so richly deserved, but that was the band's 12th studio album. They were a kick-ass bar band for much of the 70's.
In honor of the passing of John Warren Geils Jr, enjoy one of his band's classic tunes and think about how much fun it would've been to hear it in a gin joint 40 years ago with a glass of brown liquor in your hand.
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Concur. My grammar police brain cringes every time I see it printed, but the grammatically incorrect title does nothing to deter me from cranking the song "Must Of Got Lost" every time I hear it. Bawdy boozy bluesy Beantown bar rock. Amen.
8th grade drama class. Assignment - select a song to lip sync to and make a video. My song: Centerfold. Kept it clean and proper for my mates for the most part, but thinking back I could have easily produced a "Teacher Suspended for Allowing Porn in Classroom" type of doozy.
Don't suppose that video could be uploaded...
you suppose correctly
RIP Charie Murphy.
what, charlie murphy doesn't get the gauzy gtb obituary treatment? that's racist.
Trump says that US Russia relations are at an all time low. If things are worse than the Cuban missile crisis then we must be fucked. Either that or the commander in chief does not have even a 5th grade knowledge of American history.
Why is nobody positing (at least in my portion of the interwebs) that the Syria bombing is a literal smokescreen to distract from Russian election interference? That seems very obvious to my conspiracy-seeking self.
I've seen that posited as a "false flag" theory on Slate or Salon.
Had a men's league basketball playoff game tonight. Broke my right pinky swiping for a steal a minute in to the game. Kept playing after some tape and ibuprofen but now that the adrenaline has worn off it fucking hurts. Sports are stupid sometimes.
Putin also says the Syrian gas attack was a false flag. At some point soon all news will be fake news. Like fifteen minutes of fame only fake.
Apparently Slate said it was a "wag the dog" not a "false flag." I'm mixing up my metaphors.
Update: my pinky is killing me and woke me up multiple times last night.
i like imagining seven year old Dave in a gin joint with a glass of brown liquor, listening to the j geil's band . . .
Gin is not brown, it's clear.
And Mark, be glad it wasn't someone else's pinky waking you up multiple times last night.
somebody is sassy this morning...
Yeah, sorry. Woke up on the wrong side of the alley this AM. Love you guys.
At least you woke up.
PSA for us older gents, a blessing in disguise.
This weekend was for me one of triumph initial and then overwhelming fear, anxiety and then some relief. Yes, drugs were involved. To think it’s been a week is crazy.
The triumphant part was me being able to take apart our brand new dryer and reroute the venting from the back to the left side. I hoped to pull everything off without a hitch except for getting the dryer down off the wash machine, ours are stacked. I was bring it down and awkwardly jammed my left-side. There was no initial pain, so I had a few beers Thursday night.
And then the rollercoaster ride started, Friday rolls around and my left side starts hurting. Nothing bad, just a bit noticeable. I still had to switch the venting. Easy-peasy, or so I thought until watching a Youtube video (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q56m1bVZWKo) on how to do so. I’ll save you the trouble of watching the video but you have to take the top off, all of the front (multiple) pieces off, then remove the drum to get to the venting, cut and put in to venting tubes and reassemble it. I knew I could do it but man if I f’ed up the new $900 dryer the wifer would not be happy. End result was a reassembled dryer but couldn’t plug it into the wall until it was stacked back on top of the washer.
Well things changed overnight. My pain level increased on Saturday so I decided to hit the urgent place in town for x-rays thinking I might have a stress fracture or at least a severe strain. X-ray came back negative so the doc said take Advil and ice it. But still ended up not being able to sleep on my left-side at all that night and my breathing became a little more painful, ribs were killing me.
Sunday I wake up after another miserable night in pain and make the trek, 10 minutes ride, to the ER. Explain to them what’s happening and they look at the x-ray from the day before and take blood. I hypothesize to them maybe I have diverticulitis again. So they say we’ll wait for the blood tests to come back and then do a CT scan for diverticulitis. 30 minutes later they come back and tell me a marker showed up in the blood test for a blood clot. I start to panic, blood clots are serious I start telling myself. So instead of just an abdomen CT Scan they are also going to scan my lungs as well.
Turns out blood clots like to make more blood clots once there is one in your lungs. My official diagnosis was multiple bi-lateral pulmonary embolisms or some such order of medical terms. But the long and short of it was, I had multiple blood clots in both my lungs. When I asked how many, they said enough for us not to count them all. Oh joy! I guess I throw one helluva blood clot party. They gave me a shot of blood thinners within 2 minutes of telling me the scan was positive.
I ended up spending Sunday night at the hospital and Xarelto is my new best friend, for at least 3 months. I’m not looking for sympathy from you all, I’ll take it, but really passing along the story to say I’m a pretty big procrastinator when it comes to seeing doctors for pain but at our age shit gets real, fast. Don’t hesitate to go to the ER.
And that side pain that kicked it all off was really an infarction in my lung from the blood clots. Which is a fancy way of say part of my lung was dying because of the blood clots and it was causing the pain. That will correct itself in the next few days and is pretty much gone now. But If I haven’t had that pain I would have not had any idea that I was a ticking time bomb for a clot breaking off in my lungs and into my heart.
So the moral of this long winded post is get your ladies a new dryer/appliance and move the shit around or tinker with it (or just tinker with her). It might save your life. And after all this shit the dryer works but I did get out of stacking it back on top of the washer.
Holy crap, Squeaker. So sorry to hear about that debacle and hopeful the problem is being remedied in full for the long term. I'm a proponent of the "few beers" self-prescription but need to think more carefully as we have suddenly gotten ancient.
Whoah. That is a helluva story. Welcome to the world of Coumadin. Kinda takes the wind from my sails from my impending "thrombosed external hemorrhoid" story. So you all lose.
Glad to hear things are improving. I am just now learning how to ignore my tendency to ignore small maladies. That story will help on that front.
That story better have pictures.
TR, I have decent medical insurance. So no Coumadin for me. I get Xarelto and no weekly blood tests.
I came here to lament the mother of all bombs but Dooger's story hits closer to home. Do you get to meet Kevin Nealon?
Get better Squeaky. I had no idea blood clots multiplied in the lungs. Scary stuff. Blood clots don't mess around. My left leg is very noticeably (probably 25%) and permanently bigger than my right from 2 DVT's from 5+ years ago.
if the reports are correct, eli manning might be a shady motherfucker. goodell's gonna throw the book at him. he might get three games.
be well, squeak. that's what you get for trying to be handy. outsourcing does a body good.
i finished adrian mckinty's sean duffy series and finally got around to reading w.p. kinsella's 'shoeless joe'. in need of some new book recommendations. go.
Squeaks-holy shit. Please get better soon
Rob-I've heard those Hardy Boys have some adventures
Fierce Invalids Home From Hot Climates.
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