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The Promise

18 May

I’ve often wondered…do artistic people who dwell on a whole different astral plane have an unconscious awareness of when it’s time to  move on?  And is it even a choice?  Jimi Hendrix seemed to know his fate when he wrote and recorded, “The Ballad of Jimi”.  Lines like “Many things he would try / For he knew soon he’d die,” “Now Jimi’s gone, he’s not alone / His memory still lives on” and “Five years, this he said / He’s not gone, he’s just dead” weirdly predict the legend’s death and legacy five years later.

Last night Chris performed with Soundgarden in Detroit, Michigan.  Before taking his final walk off stage, Soundgarden worked in a little bit of Led Zeppelin’s 1975 epic, “In My Time of Dying” while performing the closing notes of Badmotorfinger’s “Slaves & Bulldozers”.  The video below shows this final footage.

Chris Cornell – Final Footage


I could sit here and write down all of the memories I have that are linked to every single Soundgarden and Audioslave song.  But I won’t.

I will simply salute a man who personally held the hand and ushered in an era of music that made an ethereal footprint in our music’s landscape.  Thank you, Chris….for leaving us with “The Promise”.


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The Rapture: Are Your Underpants Clean?

27 Aug


Remember Harold Camping?  He’s the guy who was convinced that on May 21, 2011, we’d all be allegedly smitten by Jesus or smoted.  I know “smoted” isn’t a word….but I think you know what I’m trying to say.  Smote.  As in kick your butt in a celestial way.  Unless you’re perfect and sin-free.  In that case, you’ll jet propel into the skies with Rapture Man leading the charge…bound for glory and all things holy.  Sadly, Harold didn’t live to make another prediction.  He passed on December 15, 2013.  But not before “humbly acknowledging” that he’d made a sinful mistake by trying to guess the rapture date.

Blasphemy you say?  Please.  I had a fundamentalist upbringing.  I’m allowed to have this conversation.  The Rapture was our parent’s weapon of mass destruction.

“If you don’t brush your teeth tonight, you can bet your boogers that you’ll be left behind and have to fix your own breakfast….if there’s even food for you to eat.”


“You sit in your room and think long and hard about what it’s going to feel like when they burn that mark of the beast into your forehead.”

Modern day parents have GPS tracking devices to keep track of their younguns.  Mine had, “Be sure your sins will find you out.”

“Hey April!  Let’s go sit in the Kmart parking lot and drink wine coolers!”

“I can’t.  My sins will find me out.”

And most of the time they did.  At the time I thought my parents had special powers.  Now I see that they were just exceptionally good guessers.

At any rate, I had my Rapture plan all figured out by the age of 8.  I was fairly certain I’d be left behind.  And I was more than certain that I’d take the Beastie Mark…because a kid has to eat.  And when the demons came on horseback….I planned to run into the safe and open arms of Canada.  A pretty good plan, eh?

I don’t even KNOW how many Rapture prediction dates have come and gone.  Enough to make a lot of people look void of intellect.  Sort of like Brother Mike over at Brother Mike Ministries.

“Who I am is not important , but leave it to say, I am just another voice crying out in the wilderness, be reconciled to God, for the day of His judgment and wrath is come

That’s how Mike introduces himself.  He too was convinced the skies would start sucking up souls on May 21, 2011. His blog now states:

“Now the next significant events will be when Christ comes to take His people to heaven, destroy this world along with all unsaved people in it, and then create a new heaven and earth where His people will dwell forevermore. There is a possibility that this may all take place on October 6, 2015 (see also verse 20 of Revelation 14 – Part 3).”

I don’t know about you, but on October 6th, I plan on visiting Brother Mike’s website so I can hear the sweet sounds of back-pedaling.  If for some freakish reason Mike speaks the truth….my childhood plan is still in effect.  I got people in Canada.

By the way, am I the only one that sees the resemblance between Rapture Man and Mr. Burns?


Sad Mad Bad Doodling

28 Aug

So my Doodle book said: “They look very sad”.  So I drew a sad face.  Actually it looks more like despondency steeped in apathy.  But whatever.



Now, I have strict rules about my Doodling books.  No kids allowed!  She has her own Doodling books so she’ll stay out of mine.  Which apparently isn’t working.  Because I found THIS while taking the picture of my Sad Doodle: “What are they saying to each other?”


Lookit.  That black cat down there can’t talk so it’s crying.  And the bad man is wielding a lollipop wand and wearing a hairbow.  And the mad man is dressed up like a demented scientist wielding a replica of the lollipop wand.  And they’re both wearing identical clothing with the exception of the ties.  But you know what I dig most about this illegal doodle?  Even though Jekyll and Hyde are mad and bad…..the sun is still shining, the clouds are still blue and the grass is still green under their angry feet.  Except for the black cat.  The black cat gets no green grass under foot.


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Clay Magic

27 Aug

This one time, back in high school, I made a clay bust of Princess Diana and entered it into an art contest.  A fellow contestant told me that if I said it was George Washington, I’d have a better chance of placing.  He was right.  I wish I had a picture to share.  But George is long since gone.  My brother snagged it and used it to set his glasses on at night after he went to bed.  That hard-as-concrete school clay has never been my friend.  Ever.

Until Crayola Model Magic came into my life.  Oh.  Have you tried it?  It’s like a drug with no side effects.  It’s lightweight and beyond easy to work with.  I love it so much that I’ve started making fake food and trying to sell it to unsuspecting persons.  I’m still anxiously looking forward to the day someone tries to take a bite of my painted Crayola Model Magic.  Deception?  Nah.  Self-amusement.








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The kid is home all sicky-poo today.  Still gotta do that bag though!




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