in the still of the morning

It's 9:17 AM and I'm feeling groovy. No work done today, at least so far.

Before I forget, here is the picture of the day. Weirdness abounds.

I'm about halfway through Halloween Havoc 1995 (thanks to Video Warehouse), and it's been pretty okay. Arn Anderson and Brian Pillman are the great lost tag team of the mid-90's, as they were so intrinsically southern in their psycholgy, I had a hankering for some pork rinds and a Moon Pie, washed down with an RC Cola.

Evry other match is fairly inoffensive, so go team. Hoever, Mero/Page going 20 minutes is proof that Pillman was the worker in the Fall Brawl match. I realize Page can carry if he's motivated (see Goldberg v. Page), but he obviously wasn't all that excited by the prospect of dropping the belt to Johnny B. Can't really blame him.

The band you need to listen to is the Mighty Imperials, 16 yearold white kids who play the best funk you've never heard. Go to their labels' website and see how white these kids are. Buy their album, and trust me you'll want to after listening to the MP3's of "Duck Hunt" and "Thunder Chicken" from ScissorKick. Don't wait! They'll only be up for another day or two!

Enough blog. Must study for Calculus test (ha!).