I am off to Wyoming for a few days for work, where I will be talking about what its like to live in Frontier America (from a health care perspective). For the purposes of this conference, frontier specifically means that there's roughly 6 people per square mile and you are 60 minutes and/or 60 miles from the nearest place that has a gas station or brothel. Obviously I can speak with unquestioned credibility on this topic because I have grown up near Boston and live in Washington DC.


However, I do live 60 miles or 60 minutes from the nearest quality Dunkin' Donuts, and that is enough to create a similar sense of longing that one might encounter when going into the boondocks and being without electricity.


I'm excited to drive from Denver at night to Cheyenne, to a hotel that I will be sequestered in, and then back to Denver Friday night. I anticipate that the frontier will look dark. I, however, will look smashing thanks to CNN's timely article about how to dress for the frontier. Going to leave those hiking boots at home, I guess.


Ultimately, I'm disappointed that I won't be seeing much of the country outside of Cheyenne. To take a four hour plane ride (in the middle seat. Middle Seat!), and drive all that way to be in a place that is remarkable for its lack of remarkability is depressing.


I really want to see where all that federal money is going - as Wyoming is ranked 24th in federal tax dollars received ($1.13 received for every $1.00 paid). Is it me or do those "red states" that rail against big government and "welfare," seem to be the ones that benefit most from the federal tax trough? Those blue states are good for something! Where's all that money in Wyoming going? I mean, besides to keep Dick Cheney's lawn a radiant green.


Anyway - on the upside, I will likely be eating bison for dinner tomorrow. That's right, that's the upside.

Saddam slips in the shower and we worry about him getting hurt in the custody of Americans (according to Gentleman's Quarterly). OK. Makes sense to me. But some guy with a middle easternish name who hasn't filled mass graves to capacity in Gitmo is getting water-boarded because he might have known about a guy who was the eighth brother-in-law twice removed in a possible plot to harm americans... or europeans... we're not sure. But we're gonna keep him just in case. Shouldn't this be the other way around, logically speaking?


Personally, I'm not in favor of torturing anyone. I believe in the Geneva Convention, and the security it provides (and has provided) our military. Although I didn't realize that being party to the Convention required us to furnish him cheesy snack treats:

AP: "For a time his favorite food was Cheetos, and when those ran out, Saddam would 'get grumpy,' the story says. One day the guards substituted Doritos corn chips, and Saddam forgot about Cheetos."

I understand Britney Spears went through the same exact thing.

I took some time today to figure out how to install the archives on this beeyotch. For whatever reason, blogger deleted them and i never knew how to put it back. So congratulations to me for actually looking up how to do it.


If you want to read any of the old stuff you might have missed, you can look under the links.


Seems like a one year anniversary approaches...

This is a great prank.

When going out to dinner with friends, NEVER put the tab on your card and get paid back by the folks who are there. You are going to wind up short by at least 20%, and despite whatever you told yourself, all of that new cash is NOT going to be deposited in your bank account tomorrow. Dude, it's not even going to survive the night.

How come when I'm thirsty I really don't want a beer, but if it's hot I want one? Case in point, 10:30 am and 85 degrees, and I'm thinking about a having a Corona.

When consulting a friend (not jones) on strategies to keep myself occupied while living alone this summer, I was told to eat asparagus so that at least my pee would smell funny.

I don't trust states with more than one time zone.

I am working on a demo hopefully to be finished at the end of the summer/early fall. Because I can record at home in our large closet, I wonder if I'll ever perform a song and say, "this one reminds me of my flannel shirt" because, you know, that's what I was staring at while recording it.

I am in my office and flat out refusing to work right now. I am looking to do anything other than what I am paid to do.

I don't trust people who eat with a spoon and then turn it over in their mouths and draw it out slowly again. And if you do so, and you are not a stripper, stop.

I had the same reaction to "Britney & Kevin: Chaotic" and 10 minutes of "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy" with the Red Sox (close eyes, wince, clench fists, leave/change channel constantly) as I do to horror movies.

Speaking of that Queer Eye episode, I am amazed at how lifelike digital animation is. It looked exactly like the Red Sox players were on Queer Eye. I mean, it looked just like them the whole time. It was amazing (please allow me to believe this is what really happened).

The president of Bolivia resigned. In my head, I could hear myself imitating Napolean Dynamite. - "Luuucky..."

I watched Independence Day the other night. I noticed that I love a Pulitzer Prize winning book of the same title by acclaimed author Richard Ford, and a movie starring Will Smith and Bill Pullman equally. So there’s that.

I now own this shirt. And I freaking love it.

Where? at the Church Sign Generator, of course!







Feel free to send us your work and we'll probably post it. What's the Over/Under on number of hours before Jones does a Nixon themed one?