Author: Bob Benz

The high-wireless act

During another travel binge last week (NYC,
Cincinnati, Corpus Christi), I was staying at the Athletic Club in New York. They supposedly have wireless. But the signal was scant, and I wasn’t able to get much done.

So I started walking around the hotel with my laptop, fishing for a stronger signal.

I found one. On top of the armoire. So I’m standing there, with my laptop at shoulder height, answering e-mail and surfing the web in spurts, until all the blood would run out of my hands and I’d have to take a break.

The next morning, my back and shoulders were sore from my high-wireless act. But the pain was nothing compared to the grief I would have suffered using a dial-up connection …

Now Playing: Broken Hearts Are For Assholes from the album Sheik Yerbouti by Frank Zappa

Music Bob

Shut up and play your guitar …

Post author By Bob Benz
Post date October 3, 2004

I’ve lost all respect for iTunes music store.

I was filled with demented glee on hearing that a bunch of quadraphonic stuff has emerged from Frank Zappa’s vault. Apparently, surround sound systems are perfect for playing this stuff. But when I went to iTunes and searched “Zappa,” not only did I fail to find “Quaudiophiliac,” but those Apple wankers had NO Zappa albums.

It’s freakin’ criminal …

Now Playing: Stronger from the album Wayward Angel by Kasey Chambers

Dog Bob

Choking the chicken …

Ozzy, the dog who gives chase constantly but never nabs his prey, finally caught up with what he was after. It was a rooster that apparently wandered away from the safety of its home. I looked up and saw Ozzy chasing it along the shore of Melton Hill Lake until he finally nabbed it, prompting me to charge after him, telling him to let it go. By then, Xena was on the case, too.

The whole thing ended up looking like that scene from Gilligan’s Island when the mars rover lands on the island and the castaways get ready to broadcast their images back to “earth.” But they end up covered in chicken feathers, thanks to a goof-up by Gilligan, prompting NASA to think Mars is populated by strange chicken people.

Ozzy and Xena, each with a mouth full of feathers, are chasing the rooster. I’m chasing Ozzy and Xena. And somewhere in the commotion, the roster limps off into the woods. I don’t think he was too badly hurt. Just winged.