Hi, Technoidiot here. I have a long way to go in learning this blog thing. I was able to figure out last night how to post the photo of Trish Murphy I caught yesterday, but it took a lot of vodka tonics. Maybe that’s the key.
A lot is going on in the world today. But it’s Saturday. Just let it flow if you know what I mean.
Trish Murphy picks and sings at Bill’s Records in Dallas 
One week of being unemployed and I get Trish Murphy. Yessssssss!
I “worked” only a couple of hours today scanning the Internet and looking for jobs. I went to Bill’s Records in Dallas on Spring Valley where Trish Murphy was playing. What a dump! But what a magnificent dump. I think you could probably find Edison on record there, not to mention his psychedelic poster. This was my first time to hear Trish live and I was so very impressed.
I first heard her on the radio several years ago singing her “Concession Stand Song.” I have since then received her e-mails notifying fans of her upcoming shows. She is just a fabulous artist with a wonderful voice. Her songs are witty, insightful and fun. I guess I will have to buy her new CD “Girls Get In Free”
once I don’t have to worry about starving to death from unemployment.
www.trishmurphy.com
After years in the news biz, I can say without reservation that you just can’t make up some of the real news gems. The severed finger story is a good example. I read today that police arrested Anna Ayala She is the woman who claimed to have found a finger in her chili at a San Jose Wendy’s restaurant.
News like this gives headline writers the opportunity to come out of their caves (just kidding) and go to town with pearls such as:
Fast-food finger finder arrested CBC News
Wendy’s washes its hands of finger crisis Chicago Tribune
Since I am from Texas, I think I know a little bit about chili. I’ve even held great chili cook-offs in which the criteria for winning included staying lucid enough after three-or-60 beers to taste the bowl of red. I think that maybe Ms. Ayala doth complain too much. After eating Wendy’s chili, I can honestly say a little extra meat would make it finger-licking good. Oh my. I know. I should be ashamed. But I’m not.
It’z damn hard typing without the ‘ezz’ key. You know, “like q, r, ezz, t, u, v.” The ‘ezz’ key is missing. No it’s not. There it is. My friend’s parrot likes to peck keys on computer keyboards. I don’t know if this is common behavior for a parrot. But then again I don’t know if it is common behavior for a person to let his parrot continually demolish keyboards. A computer mouse is now hanging from Gabby’s cage. Gabby is the parrot. Arrgh. Oh, parrot. Not pirate. The mouse is a stark reminder not to chew those little tan cords, especially the ones through which great galloping gallons of energy flow. I am tired. I will continue the job hunt tomorrow. Hopefully I will remember to take off at noon to catch Trish Murphy, who is playing for free at Bill’s Records. The address:
Bill’s Records
8118 Spring Valley Road
Dallas TX
972-234-1496
www.billsrecords.com
