Truth, Rage, and Me - Redux

The earlier "Truth, Rage, Me" came out in 2008.  Ah, the good old days!

The main thing I want to report/change is that frozen dinners no longer appeal.  At all.

Even if I was stuck on a small volcanic island (atoll).  Which I kind of am.  And I've kind of gotten in this habit of cooking balanced, healthy meals for myself.  Usually about once a week.  And the dogs and I sort of enjoy them.  (We eat meat)   And we are all just fine.  We hold our own against the rats, the fleas, the roaches.  (I'm Holding my Own was Leroy Parnell's big hit, and it's still pretty funny.)

Anyway back to the atoll.  There is an ATM on the atoll and it dispenses obsidian and ash.   I got a piece of ash there fairly recently.  It was perfect.  Perfect ash.   Kind of hot.  And I did get burned.  But I'm used to it.

Crazy time now, really.  I spend a few hours a day starkly sane and in pursuit of sanity.  The rest of the time I either do or do not notice how physically crappy I feel and worry that I'm going to mess up somebody's day.   No one really cares.   Specially me.  In a word, INsane.  (not a word)

There was a band, man.  A famous top hand.  That hailed from down ol Texas way.    Way......
In the last decade there was the idea of the Sweet Bunch of Daisies, the band, and then the dispersal.
I loved that project.  Me and three astoundingly talented players of the violin in lots of styles, all of whom sang really really well and in lots of styles.   There was a City Hall concert in 2009.  Perhaps there is an archive.   I have it somewhere.

It is past.   I had Bell's Palsy in 2009.   It mostly passed.
It was a painful and lengthy drooping.  Like lava flowing out of that ATM on the atoll.  On my face.
Droopy.   It was not a stroke.  Who needs a stroke anyway?   Don't touch me!  I might erupt.