Monday, July 6, 2009

Blue Monday

The opening bit to Fats Domino's Blue Monday couldn't be more appropriate today.

Blue Monday how I hate Blue Monday
Got to work like a slave all day
Here come Tuesday, oh hard Tuesday
I'm so tired got no time to play.

It is Eskimo Bob Lives and I am your host with the Eskimost Eskimo Bob. We just came off a fantab weekend wherein we celebrated our Independence day here in the USA with friends, family, neighbors and pedophiles.

We didn't invite the pedophiles but Uncle Ernie won't leave.

(It's an ugly part of society I know - but they're here. Don't blame me.) [Oh really - so I'm supposed to just ignore the sore and hope it goes away all by itself? I'm sorry if you're uncomfortable with me pointing out that Uncle Ernie is here. . . it doesn't look like he's too uncomfortable chatting it up with Billy there. . .]

Sorry - I got distracted by my neighbor who doesn't seem think it's a problem nosing in all time. Where was I?

Oh yes - the 4th of July Independence Day celebration. It's friggin' hot here in the AK. . . now I know it's not 114 degrees or 110% humidity, but I'm sitting on my plastic covered furniture in my underwear and I'm scared to stand up because it'll hurt like hell when my skin peels away from it.

I'm also dreading the coming night as I try to go to sleep and won't be able to because it's sweltering. . . how is it - that when the sun is finally deciding to set that the earth sees fit to increase the temperature by 15 degrees? Huh? {No - I don't have air conditioning. . . I live in Alaska, we don't have this problem of cooling our homes very often.}

I'm also not looking forward to it tonight when my neighbors decide to start blowing their fireworks at 11:30 PM . . . now I'm all for celebrating and having a good time, but could we please do that during normal parts of the day? I understand it's Summer and you don't have school or maybe even work, but c'mon!

Or how about the kids who scream their dirtbikes and four-wheelers at the same time? I understand that it's the land of the midnight sun and you can be up for another three hours, but I would like to sleep. Yes - I'm getting old.

The 80's youth (meaning - those who were hitting 10 years and older during the early 80's) are now parents of teenagers themselves and have to deal with the fact that their children view Cindy Lauper, Depeche Mode, Oingo Boingo, Prince, Hall & Oats. . . as old fuddy duddy music. Weird huh? Kind of like how they viewed their parents music of the 60's.

Now - I listen to a song from the 60's and it just sounds like oldies music to me. . . I hear music from the 80's and it doesn't sound like oldies. . . but it's been 20+ years since Video Killed the Radio Star and since Girls Just Wanted to Have Fun.

I'm a product of the 90's and am still relatively young, but momma said that there'd be moments like this, my momma said - and I'd just like to feel young again. . . "Hey Uncle Ernie! C'mere!"


Deedee said...

I saw Cyndi Lauper live back in the day at a local college-talk about a wild dance party! Depeche Mode is making a comeback, I hear.
Now, pull the room-darkening shades, position the huge chunk of ice in front of the fan, pop- in Dead man's Party and turn up the v. on the head phones, E.B.

Bill Stankus said...

The B-52s recently did a gig in Seattle. From the newspaper photos, there's only one thing to say: Wow, they're OLD!

aworgill said...

Thank goodness you have my Monday morning blog to chase your blues away. You do sound like a grumpy old fart, but I do too. When we first moved into this house last fall, there was a kid who would ride his motorscooter - with no muffler - every night. I pulled out my deer rifle, put on the scope, and Amy tackled me just in time to save the little shit. And I'm not even in my thirties for another month and a half. How bad will I be 20-30 years from now?