Dog in the Sand, etc.

It’s been a few months now, but “Dog in the Sand” by Frank Black and the Catholics is usually every 3rd or 4th CD played in my CD player these days. It’s definitely not a perfect album, but I like so many songs on it I can’t help listening to it all the time. We’ll see if that persists with Beck’s “Sea Change” coming out later this month. From what I’ve heard it sounds slow, depressing, and fantastic. I doubt many people will like it, though.

I caught “My Big Fat Greek Wedding” last weekend and I liked it a lot. The father’s faith in the healing powers of a household cleaning product is a great way to introduce an insane family.

Many states have weird laws about how “it is illegal to wear a fake mustache that causes laughter in church” or “having sexual relations with a porcupine is illegal,” and people have them as well. One of mine was “never use a capo” and after reconsidering the idiocy of this law I’ve decided to go out and buy one. I think the reasoning behind the capo banning was the styles of music associated with typical capo users. I finally realized that through no fault of its own the capo was branded a tool of the hazy eyed folk singing establishment.

I watched my first episode of Sponge Bob Square Pants the other day and he lives up the hype. In the episode I saw Bob reads a curse word on the dumpster behind the restaurant he works at and begins to use it frequently. Every time the word is used it sounds like dolphin squeaks to the audience, but any character in ear shot of Bob is instantly offended and disgusted. Throughout the show he learns not to use this word, but not before he drops squeak-bombs all over the place in phrases like “How the #$!$@ are ya?” or “Our #@&!* special today is #@&!* #@&!*” etc. Here’s a better plot description.