:: The Blurst of Times ::

:: 9.03.2002 ::

It was a weekend of big times and even bigger tits. Yes, that's right, the latest Playboys have arrived and while there is a literal plethora of lovely airbrushed Big 12 flesh, there is no Whitney. Eh, se la vie, we didn't want to see how much she had shaved anyway. But man, lets hear it for the "midwestern girls".

Returning to my domestic reality, I spent the weekend in Caldwell, Kansas, a quaint little town on the southern border. It was nice and relaxing, and amazingly I was able to do something I haven't really been able to do all summer: watch four very good movies in the span of 24 hours. The Client, Pretty in Pink, O Brother Where Art Thou? and Brewsters Millions. Man, that was all pretty rad. And for those of you who know the real Fred, you know I keep a list of media I need to be involved in - O Brother Where Art Thou? affected every aspect of this list - the movie was crossed off, the Odyssey was added to the books, and most importantly, the Soundtrack was added to the Albums section. Which leads to my latest epiphany: I have missed out on a lot of great music, but not having ever really listened to Bluegrass. So those of you who are hip to the Bluegrass jive, you gotta tell me what I need to know to be in this loop.

[This was crazy: for a while there my keyboard was not typing, it was just making little clicking noises. So I opened a few windows and closed a few windows and finally it began working again. I guess I'm just that good at fixing my computer. Whatever.]

I suppose that is enough for this fine day. Play safe...
:: Freddy F. at 11:40 AM [+] ::