Bye, bye Miss American Pie

“because fire is the devil’s only friend”

To those who may be worried, this is not about Don McLean, the devil or even that guilty pleasure of a movie, “American Pie.”

See, I lived in Southern California from 1985-2000.  Some formative years in my life, let me tell ya.  As I watch the coverage of the fires out there, my heart is breaking.  I stayed up all night last night, with small fits of sleep, watching wall to wall coverage of the fires on CNN. So many familiar places, even the familiar name and face of a high school friend’s brother who is now a Public Information Officer for the LA County Fire Department.

I hear them talk about Malibu and I remember a friend and I jumping into my 1970 red VW bug and driving up there to see what all the fuss was about and to give us time to smoke our beloved Salem Menthols. I think of driving along the Malibu coast and trying to escape whatever was plaguing my mind with thoughts of living in those huge houses on the cliffs and along the beach.  I wonder how many of those houses are now damaged.

I see the fires in San Diego county and I just stare. I stare at the places that are on fire, places where I spent lots of my wasted youth, well, wasting my youth.  San Diego was always this complete oasis that was only 2 hours down Pacific Coast Highway.  Lots of boys, lots of trouble to get into, lots to do…and at one time or another, I probably did it all. Now I hear of these places not as recreation spots, but as refugee shelters for people who may or may not have a place to go home to. There is talk of the San Diego fires just burning until they hit the beach.  With all the development, there is still plenty of green areas left in SD and those areas may fuel this monster and  put in peril the little beach cities that I love so much.

Even if you aren’t specifically threatened by the fires, you are effected.  My mom is having horrible respiratory problems.  Her car is covered with soot. The sky at her house is an eerie yellow. She says it smells like she’s in the middle of a big campfire.  She is a good 40 miles from the closest fires and is near the beach, but does that matter with these fires?  She works for the city she lives in and a large portion of their fire department is out helping other departments try to reign this thing in.  However, they can’t help but wonder if those guys can make it home in time should the large peninsula right by their home town should go up in flames….which is entirely possible at this point.  

The last couple of days here in Nashville have been pretty dreary. Rainy and cool and not too motivational to anyone.  But as I was sitting at lunch, lamenting the fact that I wasn’t at home on the couch reading and enjoying this weather, I stopped and realized that at least I have a couch to go home to tonight and I tried with all my might to make the rain take a hard turn West and not stop until it reaches the ocean.  I figure it can’t hurt.

Empire Records

I watched the movie Empire Records last night on the groovy Netflix “Watch it now” thing. Pretty nifty and made it so I didn’t have to dig out my VHS of this movie. I love this movie. It’s silly and overblown, etc….but it makes me happy. It reminds me of my days in the retail world and the craziness of the music department at ol Border #86…GOOD TIMES!

I found a quiz to see which Empire Records character I am, here are my results:

Which Empire Records Character Are You? Find out @ She’s Crafty

Well, he’s probably my fave character of the movie, but I don’t know that I relate to him that much. Then again, I’ve always had a thing for Rory Cochran, especially in Dazed and Confused.

That’s pretty much the excitement of my weekend.  I got caught in the rain at the grocery store, I tend to think getting caught in the rain is a lucky thing, so I have high hopes for the week 🙂

AHC Day 20!

note: Weekends are happy enough. Unless something ridiculously stupendous happens, Saturday and Sunday don’t need posts.

IT RAINED LAST NIGHT!!!  A big ol’ thunderboomer storm came through about 11:30 and water fell from the sky–it was amazing. We need about 30 more of these and perhaps we can catch up.  Rain also means that it’s humid, which is ok I guess. It makes me have “sex hair” which apparently makes me look happy.  I’d look happier if I “earned” the sex hair, but I’ll take what I can get.

40 days until the Reckless Kelly show at Exit-In——-WOOO HOOOO!

Over it!

It is 103 degrees outside…..ONE HUNDRED AND THREE!  This is seriously just getting stupid. My car air conditioner can’t keep up.  My home air conditioner can’t keep up.  I fear my brain is being poached inside my skull.  I get up extra early to walk my poor dog (and I HATE to get up early) and the getting up early really sucks since I stay up late to walk him also.

Driving around town you feel like Nashville has become Zombie-ville.  People who are outside look like the living dead.  Everyone is walking slower, but there is a look on their face as though they want to go fast to get out of the sweltering mess, but can’t.  It’s a desperate look. We’re going on 3 weeks of this with no end in sight.  The lawns are burned up, everything is covered in dirt and dust, no one is looking too happy.

Oh well, at least it’s not humid.