Good Day to Test the Theory

Okay, there's been some recent debate on whether good tunes means a good day, or whether good tunes means a bad day (that's a positive or negative correlation to any math dorks out there).

Well, today should be a good indicator-day. When the alarm went off, I got the very first notes of:

We Will Rock You, Queen

I don't know if it's possible to start your day better. And I didn't jump in toward the end. I got the whole thing, from the last few syllables of some radio promo, to the first few drum-chant measures of one of rock's greatest anthems. The follow-up song was strong on it's own:

You're All I've Got Tonight, The Cars

Add to that a very solid drive-time duo of

Glory Days, The Boss
Bad to the Bone, George Thorogood & The Destroyers

Basically, I got out of bed with the boxing gloves on. By the time I got to work, I had Mick and Apollo in my corner. Today is gonna ROCK!

Update: OMG. Brutal meeting. Somebody should've reminded me that the last time someone had Mick and Apollo in their corner, they got they ass handed to them by a bad man with a mohawk.

The First Day of the Rest of My Slow, Inevitable Decline

Early start today. 4:45 am.

Baby I Love Your Way - Peter Frampton

Oh my. This is order-of-magnitude suck. I can only hope for something quick, like a flaming jet engine falling from the sky.

What is more likely is something humiliating and comical, like my belt breaks and my pants fall down in front a bus full of third-graders, and then four months later, I careen into a wastewater treatment plant while driving to my sentencing.

Maybe Andy's start can counter-balance mine.

Count Me In

Glad to be here. The purpose of this blog is to complement the important theological archives of my friend and co-worker. I'm not exactly sure, but I think we may have co-founded a religion.


Here's the background:

We travel together for work, a lot.


Here's the basic belief system:
He and I have long noticed that the fortunes of our day are inexplicably tied to the morning music we hear on our Jack format radio station.

At 6:00 am, if we pull into 7-Eleven for coffee and donuts, and the radio is belting out some quality Clash, or maybe some Queen or even something newer-but-good, we're gonna kick some ass.

However, if we roll up to Hootie & the Blowfish, our day is gonna be crap. Mike & the Mechanics means there's a bridge abutment out there waiting for us.

Updates beginning tomorrow.