what difference

I’m listening to Will sing this song all morning because it has been stuck in my head, I might as well hear it done right. Speaking of right, here is Todd singing Horseshoe Lake, and I couldn’t find a video of the full band doing it, so here’s The Devil You Know, another fucking great tune.

Fuck yeah.

Horseshoe Lake
Won’t work this morning
I can’t punch in
There’s too many questions
Under my skin

My back is achin’
I’m so confused
I can’t help feeling like
I’m being used

I did like they told me
I settled down
Now I’m going crazy
Workin’ down town

What do I do here
Why do I stay
Who are all these people
I check in with every day

Chorus:
I need room to think this over
I need a ride out to Horseshoe Lake
I wanna feel like it makes a difference
What difference one man makes

They say that one man makes the money
One man makes the time
I need time to think this over
I’ve got to make up my own mind

I don’t need a psychic
I don’t need a shrink
I need time away from all of this
I need a drink

How did I get here
Where will I go
Why am I so haunted
By anything that I don’t know.

Sometimes you rise above it, sometimes you sink below. Somewhere between believing in Heaven and facing the devil you know.

happy face

When I wrapped my son’s birthday present, I attached a balloon to it. He insisted the balloon live with me and he has come to visit it almost every day.

The balloon has lost some of his oomph, but is hanging in there.

I can relate

Going off topic

I’m having one of those times where I’m sorta sick of my own company, and that’s when various blog ideas tend to jump to mind at inconvenient times (like 2 AM when I’m supposed to be asleep).

But, lucky you, out of the many ideas that are bouncing around in my feeble brain, begging for airtime, you get to hear about my shoes.

Yeah, shoes. You may want to skip this and go down a few entries and check some more 5 second movies. I don’t mind. Personally I would much rather get back to trying to figure out how to get to San Francisco by next week to see this, because if you know anything about me you know I would practically kill to see an Edgar Wright extravaganza like this.

Where was I?

Oh yeah, shoes. I own a few. Like five pair. There are dress shoes that I haven’t worn regulary in almost 20 years, since we went to the whole ‘more casual’ dress code. They still look nice with a suit, which, um, I don’t think I have one anymore. If I do it may not fit, as I have changed sizes a few times since the last time I bought a suit (for a funeral, it was. The suit, not the size changes).

I have a pair of running shoes that cost well over $100 (New Balance some number or other) that I don’t wear because now I run barefoot.

I have a pair of everyday shoes, which are also New Balance, they fit and were cheap; a lot cheaper than their running shoes.

I have my Sanuk sidewalk surfers, because I like to pretend I’m some kinda cool hippie surfer dude. Not really, they are just extremely comfortable and I can get away with wearing them at work. These are my actual everyday shoes.

I have a pair of flip-flops I bought for $3 to wear to the pool.

And I have a pair of Vivo Barefoot shoes that I bought on sale (50% off? More?) a long time ago, with the idea that they look nice enough to be everyday shoes, but my Sanuks were so comfy I never did really wear them.

Today, since I was feeling sick of myself (see way up above), I wore them to work.

There you have it, probably my most boring blog post evar.

Don't fail me now