ESSENTIAL !!

So heres the deal....I hatched a crazy scheme in my head to use Projectplaylist.com to assemble 2 songs each by 50 bands that I think are essential listening....truth be told I finally got the 50 done and theres prob 50 more I could add....such is the life of the indecisive.....nonetheless I am going to post the player and then bit by bit give a one or two line explanation as to WHY I feel the way I do about either the band or the song.....do you care? Most likely not....but I enjoyed it so fuck off.

:]

All My Love

K.O.

THE NEW YORK FOOT BALL GIANTS ARE GOING TO THE SUPERBOWL !!

WERE GOING TO THE MOTHERFUCKING SUPERBOWL BABY !!

LONG LIVE THE NEW YORK FOOTBALL GIANTS !!

Sneezing....the silent killer?

It was a usual Friday morning...until the sneezing fit hit me...and then on the 7th or 8th sneeze I felt something funny happen in my neck...not funny "haha" but funny "FUCK WHAT WAS THAT?"

What that something funny turned out to be was a pinched nerve (Cervical Radiculopathy.) At least that is the diagnosis thus far...if it is not improved in 5 days time then it could be a spinal disc herniation.

Now I dont get embarrassed very easily...but I did have some reservations about going to the emergency room and explaining that I had injured my neck by sneezing...not a very manly thing to admit...so I waited 24 hours and found myself in worse pain than the day before...ah well...off to the ER.....I informed the receptionist that I was having severe neck and shoulder pain on account of a sneezing fit....she laughed....I informed the intake nurse the same...also a giggle....I recounted the story to the registration lady...another giggle....or was it a snort? I cant recall on account of the muscle relaxant/vicodin/800mg Ibuprofren cocktail I am presently on....the doctor finally came in and made me move to the other side of the hospital bed so he could see the Packers/Seahawks game...fair enough (GO PACK !!) I told him my story and he chuckled a little but let me know that this sort of thing is actually quite common....that its usually the smallest most insignificant thing that can turn into something as fierce and crippling as this pain is when I dont have the sweet aforementioned nectar of the 4 pill combo running through my veins.

I feel pretty good while on the meds but I have to say that sleeping was no easy feat....I could not get comfortable...not on my side...not on my back....not in a bed....not in a sack....I do not like this pain in my neck...I do not like it Sam I Am.....a big factor in not sleeping has been the fact that vicodin makes me ITCH....and talk to myself...and when I did briefly fall asleep here and there I kept having the most hilarious dreams and would wake up laughing in pain...I did however watch Tenacious D and the Pick of Destiny before I tried to sleep which I could tell was not as funny as I thought it was at the time but nonetheless it was a hoot and probably contributed to my giggly dreams...or perhaps it was all the laughing at my deadly sneeze at the hospital....it certainly WAS NOT the four episodes of Paranormal State that I watched...I actually needed the Tenacious D movie to wash that show out of my head.

So this is where I am...it is now Sunday afternoon...the Giants playoff game will be on in a few hours and I hope they do well because I dont think jumping up and down yelling at the TV will help my condition....I will be making a call to my regular doctor tomorrow for a follow-up as I think it may be more serious... as the pain when not on the meds seems to be getting worse....

More to follow...

All My Love

K.O.

RINGING in the New Year.

Phone calls......Christ but who doesnt love a good phone call amongst us? Huh? Huh? Hey now....can I get a witness?

Well ME for fucking one.....I LOATHE the phone....it ringse.....I crinsge.....just the way things are....nonetheless its the NEW YEAR after all and I feel for some odd reason thats its appropriate to call all the people I never speak to the rest of the year and bullshit with them about things neither party really gives a good shit about.....filling dead air and what have you......a dead air that would never have been there in the first place if I didnt pick up the phone and dial a number....

Heres a good example....I sat through 4 hours of New Hampshire presidential debates last night....why? Because Im a fucking weirdo...thank you very much...and Buddy Cianci was throwing down commentary as well...(non-Rhode Islanders can go here...(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buddy_Cianci)..I was fascinated at the interplay between Mitt and Huck.....Hil and Obama.....I was almost as intrigued with the going-ons of that spectacle as I was watching the NY Giants rape the Tampa Bay Buccaneers this afternoon.....but would anyone really care for me to expound on such things whilst on the telephone.....doubtful...at least not anyone that I know.....even the Giants victory.....NOBODY that I talk to on a regular basis could give two shits in a hand basket about either thing....which is kind of odd...I mean I dont talk to anyone I havent know for at least a few years....yet I grasp for anything to talk about with them....

Perhaps I just enjoy stupid shit......Well not even perhaps...I know that I enjoy stupid shit....I will carry on and on about lots of things....music....movies.....political hacks.....horrible sitcoms.....etc...

But as little as I even keep up on these things these days...I find that the people I know keep up on them even less....which blows my mind because these same people used to school ME in such subjects...and in most cases I have even less time then they do nowadays to keep INFORMED......hey fuck if I know.....all that I dod know is I hate the goddamn phone calls.

Heres a funny conclusion I came to this evening.....I can talk to my dad for almost 3 hours on the phone and come away from the conversation being happy about a good conversation.....I get on with any of my "peers" and I feel like I just got 4 teeth extracted with no anesthesia......long road from some years ago with me rolling my eyes at anything the old man had to say......I can get on the phone with dad and he throws down 3 or 4 things for me to look up on the computer music-wise or movie-wise and they actually pan out to be GOOD FUCKING THINGS......amazes me.....same thing when I talk to my mom....great conversations....good stuff.....actual ENJOYMENT out of the phone call......not so much with most of anyone else.....eh fuck it.

When it all boils down to brass tacks and steel reserves I prefer talking to myself.....mostly in public and mostly grinning homicidally at anyone that doesnt like it......

In closing.....give me a call....well do lunch.....hahahahahahaha.

All My Love

K.O.

2008....its like 2007 but a little crisper...

Not crisper as in the place you are supposed to keep your vegetables (as if I eat vegetables) but crisper as in air temperature man....crisp yo....sugar crisp....its actually warm tonight....a balmy 32 degrees....feels fucking great after the 2 days of 11 degrees I had to endure the week I decided to shave my head and beard....

Weather....yeah K.O.....fascinating way to start off your blog.....Im a fucking meteorologist now....wheres my blue screen?

AnyHOO......where did that start out? ANYHOO? ANYHOO!! Kind of friggin annoying if you ask me but yet there it is....just to annoy YOU........

Let me start off by stating with complete honesty that I have no clue in hell or heaven or wherever your or my or their eternal souls may rest...WHY the Sam heck I am starting a blog....only that I have thoughts from time to time that would serve better purposes being stated somewhere populated by freaks weirdos drunks and junkies then floating around my own head until I sober up and forget what the fuck I was thinking.

Thats about it for now really....just getting this first one out of the way to make room for the randomness.