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Happy "It's Steerin' Me Balls" Day!

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Chucktown Bound

Time to pack the canopy in the minivan and head to the coast for a weekend full of youth futbol. Who knows, there could be some twittering going on over there to your right if anything interesting comes up. Interesting, as in (possibly) trying to outrun a tropical storm, heading West on I-26 Sunday afternoon? We'll see.

Still awaiting word on whether a six pack is, indeed, going to be "delivered." Hey... I'm just sayin'...

Also, please check your feed if you normally got here through Bloglines or another aggregator. We changed to a Feedburner feed a few weeks ago. Wouldn't want you missing out on any of the breaking news and the erudite literary swill that so often blips across your screen.

*Updated*

Live action shot

Ravenel bridge. The name 'Ravenel' has a entirely new connotation these days.

Lixx is in Charleston this weekend, too. The namesake guitarist
is the originator of the 'Metal Skool' CD that was introduced to the
G-VegasCrew, and further shared with various WPBT metalheads

Shuffle This

This post brought to you by Scribefire: my first one with this Firefox plugin that allows blogging right from inside the browser. I've been using Firefox for quite a long time now, and I'd go in spurts of customizing it with all of the add-ons available for it, so many thanks to a post a few weeks ago that sent me on my recent tear of getting up to speed with all of the geeky cool web 2.0 stuff out there.

At some point (while, surely, trying to get Twitter to do something else cool), I hit shuffle on the ipod and tapped out the first 20 songs that came up, then looked up the lyrics, as the meme demands.

Without further adieu:

1. It's an alliance... It's another lie... I'd say Fall in love tonight Even if my eyes Even though sometime I'm burning out tonight

2. If you've ever known love, If you've ever known peace, If you've ever known joy Make sure that you are on time

3. Crashed out of the market, out on the floor, Washed up on the shore
Bombed out of the City, out of the door

4. Yeah yeah Rat-tailed Jimmy he's a second hand hood Deals out in Hollywood Got a '65 Chevy, primered flames Traded for some powdered goods

5. She packed my bags last night pre-flight Zero hour nine a.m. And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then

6. Lying beside you, here in the dark Feeling your heart beat with mine Softly you whisper, you're so sincere

7. I've called you so many times today And I guess it's all true what your girl-friends say That you don't ever want to see me again And your brother's gonna kill me and he's six feet ten

8. It's so f%*&@#g hot in here, but the devil doesn't care. The front row will be dripping wet, but satan won't even break a sweat.

9. I wanna run I want to hide I wanna tear down the walls That hold me inside
I wanna reach out And touch the flame

10. I've been hurt, hurt, hurt. Yes, I've been hurt. I've been hurt, like I've never been hurt before

11. Last night. No way I was gonna be left hungry. Then your daddy caught me sneakin out your bed. It's just a game i play, it's just I roll that way

12. I used to love her, but I had to kill her I used to love her, but I had to kill her I had to put her Six feet under And I can still hear her complain

13. I'm gonna kick 'em out. Well I feel pretty good. And I guess that I could get crazy now, baby 'Cause we all got in tune When the dressing room got hazy now, baby

14. By the last breath of the four winds blow Better raise your ears The sound of hooves knocks at your door Lock up your wife and children now

15. Step off the train all alone at dawn Back into the hole where I was born The sun in the sky never raised an eye to me

16. She's got a smile that it seems to me, Reminds me of childhood memories

17. Instrumental (Jeff Beck - the Pump)

18. Ohh-ahh! Ooh, woman and a woman, now the silly games you play, yeah
Wow! Dealin' with your troubles drove me away-eyay yeah
Yeah!

19. I woke up to the angels Singin' in my head You look so good naked next to me
The angel in my be

20. Three is a magic number yea it is, it's a magic number Somewhere in that ancient mystic trinity You'll get three As a magic number

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The View From Here

Keeping it clean for now, since this is a family-friendly site.

I raise a toast to man (surely, a man) who invented the portable beach cabana. In fact, if you come to the beach with an umbrella in tow, your horses are probably tired of you smacking them with the buggy-whip.

To hell with all of the enviro-alarmists and the global warming warnings.

It's August, and it's hot.

As it should be.

G-Ville... From a Different Point of View

Some spots around town that I might not look at in quite the same way again.

Good luck, dude.

Thursday Night Drive Game

I'll tell you what....I'm not a huge baseball fan, but you don't have any choice but to enjoy a baseball game at West End Field in G-Vegas. The stadium is awesome. It's a replica of Fenway Park, the home of the Boston Red Sox. Now, if you want to see good baseball....well, you might have to go somewhere else. The Charleston Riverdogs put a hurtin' on the Drive last night, and they're not having a great season overall. Still, the stands are pretty full, and I think that's in part because of the stadium itself, the location, and the general atmosphere. We started out in the County Square parking lot, which is about two blocks or so away from the stadium. My wife's company was sponsoring a cookout, and the burgers were fantastic! As we ate, an ice cream truck from Bloom's grocery store pulled up, and the ladies inside started handing out free ice cream sandwiches. It's just a short walk to the stadium from there, or you can take the trolley. The kids love that stuff. On the way, you pass by Shoeless Joe Jackson's house. Jackson was a Greenville native, and his house was moved to the site during construction of the stadium.

Last night was $1 draft night (they are usually $3-$4) at the tap below the Upper Deck. The Upper Deck is a great feature of the park. You pay a little extra to get up there, but it's a big patio with tables and it's own bar, flat panel televisions, and live music. I couldn't make it past the velvet rope, but I did catch a few bars of some Jimmy Buffet over the sound of the game. I think things like that help out with attendance when a team is in a slump, and attract people who otherwise wouldn't come to the games. This year they also have the Coca Cola dugout, which you can rent out and be right at field level. I've never heard of anything like that before.

We were sitting in right field. It's a small park, so there really aren't any bad seats. Over in right field there is a nice grassy area for people to sit on and for the kids to run around on, and a great playground.

Location is another thing the ballpark has in its favor. It's so close to downtown that you can easily hit a good restaurant and a couple of bars either before or after the game. I would think that would make it a lot more popular with the G-Vegas socialites that might not otherwise want to dedicate their whole night to a ball game.

Being my usual hard partying self, I topped out about 9:30, after the Riverdogs popped two homeruns in a row over the Green Monster, a 30 ft high wall in left field. On the way out of the stadium, we were handed a free loaf of bread, provide by the fine people from Sara Lee. Yeah, I know...sounds weird....but I thought about it on the trolley and the more I thought the better it sounded. I mean, I'll get more use out of that loaf of bread than I would out of a miniature baseball bat, right?

So, overall, a good night out with the family in G-Vegas. It also gave me a chance to meet up with Axe and his family. Axe and the kids stayed for the whole game, and Axe Jr. snagged three baseballs before the night was over.

That's almost better than a free loaf of bread.

(You're) Motorin'

When B-Rad approached me with the idea of killing off this humble corner of the web, I simply replied, "Kill it." I'm glad he decided against it, though I'm not really sure what I plan to do with my newly granted administrative priveleges. I'm not one to pour out my inner-most thoughts to many - much less on the not-so-anonymous web.

Some might be surprised that as a youth, I was a rather rabid follower of the political goings-on in the country. I thought it was good to be up on the issues, and as I was rather youthful, I thought it bode well for my future as a father and such. How ironic, then, that by the time I actually had kids, I could pretty much give a rats-ass what was going on day-to-day in DC. The Clinton years pretty much wore me down, and though it would be a few more years until George W. Bush was elected, by then, I felt that things were looking up. After all, adults were back in the White House. Don't get me wrong, I vote in the elections (to include primaries and mid-terms), and such, but that's pretty mucy the extent of my involvement in the political process.

So, maybe this isn't really political, but as I was out driving the paved roads of G-Vegas today, I came upon a vehicle at a stop light, and it caught my eye: it was a Prius hybrid. The car of choice of the left-wing do-gooder. The car that does nothing to help the environment, but let's the owner pat himself on the back whenever he needs an ego boost. I know I've seen a few before, but something intrigued me this time. It was a car length or so in front of me, in the next lane, I couldn't help but wonder who was driving it. There were three or four red-lights in the upcoming stretch, so I was confident that I'd see the driver at some point. (This is the point where I mention that his left turn signal was on, implying he wanted to make a lane-change. Not today, buddy. Or crunchy chick.)

Then I saw it - the drivers window was own, arm dangling out. Dangling... dangling... dangling... a cigarette. I could now narrow it down - seeing the hairy appendage, I could deduce that there was an 85% chance that the driver was a male. 15% that it was a crunchy chick. As traffic began moving, I confirmed that there was an older male pressing the pedal to the Li-Ion cells. Crunchy little wife in the passenger seat. Fuzzy, yellow dice hanging from the mirror. Yes, fuzzy yellow dice.

So we're at the next red light, and it happened. Yet again, Mr. Environmentally Conscious is in the lane to the right of me, car-length a head and he takes a drag on the cigarette, dangles his arm out one last time... and drops the smoking butt on the ground. Money shot!

This bugs the hell out of me. I really don't have as big of a problem smokers as others, but I don't want to pull up to any of the many medians around the Upstate, and see where they have emptied their ashtrays into the streets. There are places I've seen with thousands of cigarette butts laying around. And I don't want to see them thrown from their windows going down the road, either.

Then it occurred to me that I've heard commercials promoting clean roads in South Carolina and some hotline to call when you see someone litter, so I jotted down Mr. Prius' tag number and the next time I was in front of the laptop, did a search and came up with this. I looked all over the page for an online form to report the errant butt and, finding none, realized that I was actually going to have to pick up the phone, dial a number to report it. Jeez, what next? Am I going to have to actually have to talk to a live person and tell them that some bozo threw a cigarette butt out his window?

Yes and yes. And, yes I did.

After all that effort on my part, Mr. Holier Than Thou Pius Hybrid Owner is going to be getting this in the mail, informing him that he's a litterbug.

I just hope he gets it the same day his car payment is due, Al Gore hits him up for a political donation - and his Prius battery dies an untimely death.

Epitaph

Die by my hand
I creep across the land
Killing first-born man
Die by my hand
I creep across the land
Killing first-born man