Fantabulous night for a show. Its warm, breezy and New York is kind tonight.
I've been waiting about 25 years to see Joe Jackson and he didn't disappoint. Despite a strained voice, he shared old music, new music and chills with the audience. 'Slow Song' coexisted with 'So Low', 'Is she really going out with him' mirrored 'Rain'. All with his miraculous touch on the piano.
He has a simple band, just himself, bass guitar and drums.
My friend, Mizz Merlot, and I had our own private rememberences of the older songs. Where and who we were. How big was our hair. How thick was our make up. When we were at school, Joe Jackson was cool and sophistcated and he was voicing the stuff that we hadn't experienced, but were quite sure we were about to.
That man knew heartbreak. And he knows it ten times more today.
"I am here to offer you pet care service for after the rapture. As an atheist, I will surely still be here on this earth post rapture and would love to look after your pets for a small fee and make sure they are still well taken care of after you and your family have been raptured. You will be able to look down on them from heaven and see them being well cared for by me and living happy, healthy lives. Do not let my atheism scare you! I am a moral and loving pet owner and would never do harm to any animal.
For a small deposit of only $50, you can be assured that your pets will be well cared for from the time that you are raptured until the end of their natural life. They will get adequate amounts of food, water, and shelter as well as plenty of exercise and socialization as I would imagine there will be a lot of pets that will be abandoned by Jesus the pet hater that will need to be cared for."
I really liked his picture on his Craigslist post.
I'm fairly sure my kitchen floor has a stigmata. It's been inexplicably wet all day.
There's no rain. Anyway, the roof leaks in the office, not the kitchen. I did wash the dishes fairly enthusiastically. Who wouldn't when you have "marine purity" soap. But I couldn't fling the suds that far. I stared at the dog suspiciously, but her innocence was blinding. Bitey McGee does not lie.
I don't think it's the remaining mouse, Brown Bastard. He lacks the upper body strength to open faucets. He lack thumbs, too. But he does have motive.
It's not blood, I'm not sure of the liquid, but tears would make sense. Kitchens see all the drama.
My floor is weeping. Maybe it heard we want to move. We did discuss it while making coffee the other day.