WebKittyn Warbles

Well, we've had it almost a month now and I have to say I am 100% thrilled with Dish Network. They used to be worse than Direct TV but they've really pulled their shit together.

We've had some major rain since the dish went up and we only lost signal once and it wasn't for long. My parents lose their Direct TV a lot more often and for longer periods, Dish passes the rain test with flying colours.

I'm still getting used to all these strange channels, I've got the important ones memorised. We haven't had movie channels in about 2 years in here, it's like the floodgates have been opened and here come the movies..

The DVR works like a charm and even a techno-tard such as I can work it.

The price is fair for 4 rooms of viewing pleasure.

What more could a person want?

The Warbler officially gives Dish Network 10 meows. 10 out of a possible 10. Rah rah rah!

I want to make sangria. A big ole pitcher or two of sangria I will toast the Gods with and blissfully imbibe.

Note to self: Look up sangria recipes or ask the Seal.

I was listening to WABC not too long ago, tuned in to hear the John Gambling show. Turns out John was on vacation and they had a guest host. Guest host? One John Blaise Gomez.

Caught me completely off guard and set me reeling back to 97. It felt incredibly good to sit back and listen and think to myself "I did this.... Sean started it but I did this.."

It didn't go the way it did in 97, Princess Diana had to go and die the very same day John was finally going to get his shot on WABC, what we had been working long and hard for. Yes, Sean made the introductions but Sean didn't get Gomez on the air, I did. He and I were a good team. Seven years later it was nice to remember something good I did that obviously lasted.

I miss Gomez, I would very much like to hook up with Gomez again. Not like that, he's happily married and we proved the first time around that we worked better as muse and inspired. But I'd love to find him and get a website going for him with some kickass forums.

Time to send out some feelers.

John Gomez! On WABC! I did that. I'm not a complete fuckup!

Woo!

I think the closest I ever came to being really depressed was in the mid 90's. Nothing had really happened, I was single and not unhappy with that but life just suddenly became all around empty and I got really down. Down like I had never been before, it was creepy.

I had gotten tickets to a Moody Blues concert, that was the year we saw them like 4 times that Summer. This one was up a mountain in NY, it's a ski resort but in the Summer they have concerts.

I was going with Fay, she had this blue old clunker of a car but I didn't feel like driving so she did. I remember we had to drive up the mountain to get to the concert area and her car kept scraping rocks on the bottom, we didn't know if we were going to make it. Ski resort, big hill.

We got to the top of the mountain and found a suitable place to park. Opened the windows and all of a sudden I smelled pot. We looked around and I swear it seemed like EVERY car on the mountain was toking up. We got out of the car and were sitting on the hood breathing in the air.

A van pulled up next to us and the door opened and about five guys got out. Ok, radar up. Fay and I looked at each other like let the games begin.. Of course they started talking to us and soon we were all sitting around smoking and playing the radio and laughing.

It was the first time in ages I felt relaxed and no, it wasn't the weed. The top of a glorious mountain, your best friend, a cloud of smoke drifting over the cars and a group of friendly guys.

I got to talking to one of them, it got into a pretty intense conversation pretty quickly as he noticed my obvious distress and sarcasm and he came at me with some pretty wild shit about dealing with life.

It was bizarre, it was somewhat metaphysical. This stranger on this mountain being able to hit me so directly with just what I needed to hear even though I didn't know it. We hung out for an hour and by the time we said goodbye I was having this epiphany..

This was also the first time in my life I had ever had to use a porta-potty. Being the dumbass that I am I had to look down and I almost threw up. That was also the last time in my life I have used a porta-potty, may that continue.

The concert itself was a religious experience. No other band has ever been able to touch my core as deeply as the Moody Blues. So many of their songs are sacred to me, they get to my heart and they do things to my mind and soul. Being on the mountain under a tarp, stoned and still reeling from the pre-concert conversations, the whole experience changed me.

When they started to do "Question" I just lost it and broke down, much to Fay's horror. It wasn't sadness, it was the purging of the sadness and the letting go of the bad. As the music went along, the hope returned. As hokey as it
sounds, it happened just like that. I cried it all out and when the song ended I no longer felt depressed.

By the time the concert ended I felt like a new person who had been freed. The mountain still smelled like a giant pot plant and the stars were out en masse and I felt like my feet weren't even touching the ground. I felt good.

The guys were waiting at the van when we got there and we exchanged numbers and hugs but the one I had been so stunned by was gone. They said he met up with some other friends and went with them but to me that only clinched the whole mystical end of the night. Out of nowhere appears one who sees to clearly into me and speaks of it and then is gone after? Sorry, I've never believed in coincidence.

Life after the concert got better. It wasn't a dream, I had to work to keep the skies bright but they did indeed stay bright. And when I would start to falter I would put on the Moody Blues and close my eyes and see the mystery seer talking to me and the strength would return.

I think I could use a good afternoon session now of just me and the Moody Blues. I feel the strength wavering. Too many damn tests lately.

Between the silence of the mountains,
And the crashing of the sea,
There lies a land I once lived in,
And she's waiting there for me,
But in the grey of the morning,
My mind becomes confused,
Between the dead and the sleeping,
And the road that I must choose.

I'm looking for someone to change my life,
I'm looking for a miracle in my life
And if you could see what it's done to me...

Well, the Republicans have arrived. Part of me wishes I was going down there, I could have hung out with Hannity and seen Phil Boyce again and it would have been interesting to volunteer. I can't say for sure why I never pushed it, maybe it's part fear and part not being sure I really do support the cause.

I was pretty right wing for a long time, almost conservative for a while in my thought. I'm a die-heard child of the Reagan era and I loved the 80's and did well for myself in the 80's.

I don't really like John Kerry. I'm not interested in the whole war thing, I'm the post Vietnam generation. When I was in school Vietnam was over but it was still a fresh wound and it wasn't something taught in the classroom. Wasn't until college and the brilliance of Dr. Peter Slater that I came to understand just what Vietnam had been about. I think it's a nice touch when a President has served but I don't think it's necessary.

I don't find Kerry to be true in his words and his record on congressional voting is a shaky one. I find it hypocritical that he dares to call himself 'of the people.' I do like Terry Kerry, though. About time someone told the press to shove it, I thought that was great.

I like Edwards. I really like Edwards. His breakdown after the death of his son and his wife's willingness to help her husband and have such late childbirth touches me. But we don't vote for the President based on the VP, do we?

And then there's G.W. I think he's taking a lot of shit he doesn't really deserve. I'm torn down the middle on Iraq, I had no problem with the war or ousting Saddam. I don't think they had any sort of realistic post-war plan and that sits on his shoulders. The fact that he would pander to the right and even entertain the notion of a constitutional amendment to ban gay marriage really bothers me.

But I trust him with the terrorist threat in a way I don't trust Kerry. Kerry said something about reasoning with them, it scares me that he might actually believe he can sit down for tea and crumpets with Usama bin Laden and make friends.

I'm going to be watching the convention closely along with the crazy protestors who will probably piss me off enough to get their own warble in Dumbasses. I'm going to watch and read and I look forward to the debates.

As I stand right now, I'll be voting Bush. I'm open to change between now and November but there's just something so damn smarmy about Kerry.

Yes, smarmy. My word.