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Things I’m excited about:

1. This blog being redesigned and having its own domain name.
2. Playing the toy piano at the play reading tomorrow night.
3. Playing a huge gig with Susie at the Doug Fir on Friday night.
4. Playing with and hanging out with Brandon and the band again in Seattle on Saturday night.
5. Hanging out with my brother and his family on Saturday day and Sunday day.

Things I’m not excited about:

1. The puddle of cat pee on the floor of the bathroom when I came home just now.

In my quest for material to use in my 80’s Röck Blög series, I came across a funny web site about the ten ‘eightiest’ movies, called The Decade of Rad.

Here’s a sample, from the description of “Over The Top”. You know, the movie in which Sylvester Stallone is the arm wrestler:

This is THE arm wrestling movie. In the ‘80s, movie executives didn’t make a film about every single possible subject matter, but it wasn’t due to a lack of trying. “Gentlemen, have we done a picture about lawn darts yet? How about. . .C. Thomas Howell leads a group of teen lawn darters to save a. . .wildlife refuge. No, a salad bar. Speaking of bars, what if a robot entered the Olympics as a pole vaulter? Why am I phrasing that as a question? Make it happen.”

For the purpose of continuity with my 80’s Röck theme–and though the article conveniently fails to mention it–the theme song from this movie is the first time Eddie Van Halen and Sammy Hagar collaborated on a recording. How 80’s is THAT?

You will be glad to know that this blog is going to take a leap to the so-called Next Level very soon. It’ll probably change its look a little bit, too.

I wanted it to exist under its own name. Not that there’s anything inherently wrong with the ‘blogspot’, but it was just time, y’know? I also wanted more flexibility and better security.

So yeah, I’ll let you know when the new one is:

• locked and loaded

• ready to rawk

• fresh and clean as a whistle

• ready for prime time

and many other things, too.

I have a cat staying with me for a few days. Her name is Zooey.

After all the stress and craziness in seemingly all aspects of life lately, not to mention the heavy subject matter (and arguments) here on El Blog-o lately, there’s nothing like a cute wittle kitteh to make you forget about all of it.

I came home from work yesterday to find her curled up asleep in the bathroom sink. Oh, how I wish I had a picture of that. She jumped down immediately and started rubbing on me. Cutest thing ever. After dinner, we both curled up on the sofa and watched Rock School. Hilarious documentary about a quasi-megalomaniac who teaches kids not just how to play instruments, but how to be rock stars. And no, he doesn’t hold back at all.

More good news; I’m going on tour with Breanna this summer, and we’re gallivanting all around the western U.S., the highlight of which will be a festival in Utah. ‘V. exciting,’ as Bridget Jones would say.

Not on this blog. Not anymore.

My sincere apologies to a few of BFST’s regulars, who often use ‘anonymous’ and then sign their names somewhere in their actual comments. I wish I didn’t have to do this, but it’s become necessary again to step up the security around here.

I try to keep this a civil place, but not everyone abides by those rules.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled, witty and insightful blog, already in progress.