TWO IN ONE DAY?!?

Yes, I know!  Insane, eh?

Anyways - "Thrash Grass" from The Native Howl.

Tagging it here because this may be just what I need for a scene in Night Poll.

Life's A Bitter Shame

I took the #1 Minion out for a burger at Five Guys last night, and while we were there, "Crazy Train" started playing...

I've listened to preachers, I've listened to fools;
I've watched all the dropouts who make their own rules.
One person conditioned to rule and control;
The media sells it, and you live the role.

Dang.

It's a hard, cold bite of reality when freaking Ozzy Osbourne has a better insight into the political process than a vast majority of voters.

It's All About The Moon

Marian Call, "Good Morning Moon"

Paul Simon, "Song About The Moon"

Moxy Früvous, "You Will Go To The Moon"

Wedding Tech

Until a man is twenty-five, he still thinks, every so often, that under the right circumstances he could be the baddest #%@$#&*^!@%#! in the world. If I moved to a martial-arts monastery in China and studied real hard for ten years. If my family was wiped out by Colombian drug dealers and I swore myself to revenge. If I got a fatal disease, had one year to live, and devoted it to wiping out street crime. If I just dropped out and devoted my life to being bad.

― Neal Stephenson, Cryptonomicon

I suspect this explains the success of the Iron Man movies.  Middle age men admitting to themselves, "OK, yeah, there is no way at this point that I will ever be Batman.  But a flying suit of armor?  I could do that!  I wear a suit all the time!"

I'm not sure what the etiquette for use (or not) of repulsor rays at a wedding would be, though.

"I wish I had an eagle like you..."

Everybody's jumping on the circus train.

Some jump high, some jump off again.

And the razzmatazz is rolling, women folk unveiled.

All truths to light, all crosses nailed.

Aiming high where the eagle circles,

Where he keeps his tail feathers clean.

And wonders "Am I still a free bird?

Or just a part of the machine?"

They hitch their covered wagons and they roll out west.

Politics in the pockets of their Sunday best.

Shaking hands, kissing babies, for all that they're worth.

They promise you gold, promise heaven on earth.

Still, that old bald eagle circles,

It's not the first time that he's seen

His reflection in the eyes of innocence.

He's become just another part of the machine.

Part of the machine.

I wish I had an eagle like you

To look up to.

He could be my wings to fly in a big bird sky

Up above the whole machine.

Part of the machine.

Part of the machine.

Smart guys aren't running they're home and dry.

Up in the mountains where the eagle flies.

They wouldn't take that job offered on a plate.

They got to fly with the eagle, and he won't wait.

Looking down on the smoke and the factories

Till the truth creeps up unseen.

They see themselves in the faces of their children

And realize they too are part of the machine.

Part of the machine.

I wish I had an eagle like you

To wake up to.

He could be my wings to fly

In a big bird sky, hey

Let's be part of the machine.

Part of the machine. Part of the machine.

Part of the machine. Part of the machine.

Part of your machine. Part of your machine.

Part of your machine. Part of your machine.