tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6625437.post-1086894968179760072004-06-10T14:12:00.000-05:002004-06-11T20:42:05.513-05:00This rain will never stop. I wanted to golf about a thousand holes today, but no go. So I’m going to chip and putt golf balls while I think about this post, and I'll stop every once in a while stop and write. That’s what I’m doing right now. <br /> <br />This is the only part of my game that doesn’t take a shit over the winter, because I chip and putt all year around. My dog used to chase the golf balls. It was impossible to hole a shot that way. It’s also impossible to get in a groove when every shot you take only gets halfway to its target before a dog darts out from the bathroom and grabs it. I play a game with him sometimes with my little foam golf balls. He stands at the end of the hall and I try to chip the balls past him and hit the wall like he’s a hockey goalie. He’s unbeatable, unless I chip the ball over his head. Then he looks pissed. Satch appreciates heated competition, but he demands a level playing field. If I just keep lobbing shots over his head, he loses interest. That’s the only time I can get one past him. I bore him to death with flop shots that he can’t reach, then I sneak one past him. Also, unlike a real hockey goalie, Satch has no 5-hole because he sits on his hind legs. You have to beat him to the stick side. <br /> <br />Television at this time of the day is awful. My two big TV viewing times are usually from about noon until 2:00 pm, and 3:00 am until 5:00 am. There ain’t much happening on those two time slots. <br /> <br />I just heard a song by <a href="http://www.tonycandthetruth.com/">Tony C. & the Truth</a> called “Little Bit More” and it’s the coolest thing I’ve ever heard. The name of the album is <em>Demonophonic Blues</em>. I hope the rest of the album is half that cool. I’m going to buy it right now. As soon as I heard the song, I thought of one of the dancers, Darby. When she shows up for work tomorrow night, I’ll wave her over to the booth and let her listen to “Little Bit More” in cue on my headphones. She’ll freak, because it’s the kind of stuff she loves. Funky stuff that totally rocks. She’ll demand that I play the song for her first set. I’ll be her hero. This is what I do. <br />Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16971371415285963388noreply@blogger.com