Run It shouldn't be news, but I went for a run. The last wave of pain washed over me like it was breaking on the shore and I couldn't see another on the horizon, so I tested the waters. Slow, not far, yet hard work. Bent under burdens visible only to those who look, I struggled through the crowds of fair-weather runners, decided it's time again to cut off all the hair (can't donate to Locks of Love any more - too gray - but I'm closing in on the dreaded bald guy with pony tail look), listened to the familiar sounds of unidentifiable bird calls and found myself working as hard as I could to keep from just standing still.
Razz Someone needs to stop Niecy Nash. Never heard of her until recently (and I follow stand-up) and now I saw her on four TV channels at the same time. She's like fingernails on a chalkboard to me. Make her go away.
Rave Ted Leo's coming to town for a concert this weekend. This guy's going to save pop music. "Shake the Sheets" was his best album, but the new one, "Brutalist Bricks," coming out tomorrow (though "Even Heroes Have to Die" got released as a single in December), is pretty dang good. If you like your pop with a bit of punk energy or you want your punk to have some catchy hooks, check out Ted Leo and the Pharmacists.
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