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There Were Fireworks

The elaborate stage set up was my first clue as to what the show was going to be like.  A positive or negative?  Genesis fans who took a walk during Hold On My Heart and Invisible Touch know what I'm talking about.

And Then There Were Three...

...hours until the concert starts!

Don't worry. This is only going to be Genesis Central this weekend only. I figure no one really reads this blog on the weekends except a few of my buddies, who won't mind me obsessing over my favorite band, and all those people who get here because they think they're going to get an eyeful of cartoon porn. Too bad for them!

Billy Pilgrim (one of the aforementioned buddies of mine and possibly a cartoon porn googler -- one never knows) emailed me about the Genesis set tonight and said...

"At one point you are going to be VERY happy."

What? Yay! VERY? All caps? Wheeeeeeeeee!

That could only mean three things. Billy knows of two, I know.

It could mean they are going to play this, a song written specifically for me...

Or, bestill my heart, this...

Sigh. Either one of those songs would be so. great.

Billy doesn't know this, I don't think, but, if they played this...

One of my very favorite songs ever, I would die a happy cartoon porn googleree.

We're getting ready to head downtown. The Skimmer's got his Buckeye Card and we're ready to progressively rock and roll.

Billy, if you read this tonight, leave the set list in the comments so I can compare your list to the real set list that I am going to be experiencing before you!

Ha, ha, HA!

Oh, and please tell me they're going to open with this...

We're outta here. Can you tell I might be expecting just a little too much? Nah. Just expecting to be born again.

Later losers!

Entangled In My Own Dreams

BP?

Do they do this one?

DON'T TELL ME!

Oh, Keep It Dark

Billy Pilgrim?

Do they do this one?

DON'T TELL ME!

Tell Me, How Do We Get This Thing Started?

When I was leaving this comment on my last post, the one where I was throwing a little hissy fit, a song came on randomly, and of course I had it blaring and it re-energized me just a tad.

I told Claire that maybe I should start planning another get together and I see this song coming on as stars aligning. A sign. Considering Tom's post and my comment? Don't you all agree? Of course things work that way!

Duhhhhh...

Familiar faces around me
Laughter fills the air
Your loving grace surrounds me
Everybody's here
Furniture's out on the front porch
Music's up loud
I dream of you in my arms
I lose myself in the crowd
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain
Meet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a party
Meet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a party
Tell me how do you live broken-hearted
Meet me at Mary's place

We're gonna have a party...

I know the general location of where, but we gotta figure out when and who this Mary person is.

Are there any front porches in New York City? Anybody by the name of Mary got one?

Viewpoint

One of the first things I noticed after I started using a wheelchair was what a great view I had of good looking asses. Unfortunately, the converse was also true- leading me to be more circumspect about concluding that this vantage point was going to be fulfilling on that level every day.

It did make me rethink how many times some person in a wheelchair had checked out my butt before it wound up in a chair. Not that my butt is confined by any means to a wheelchair. I hate that phrase. “Confined to a wheelchair”.

Read all of Confined to a Wheelchair by rampracer at A Different Light, aka Ruth of Wheelie Catholic.

Reunion

Terri Gurrola comes back from Iraq and meets her daughter. She served in Iraq for 7 months.

h/t Patti at 37days, who found the photo here.

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Patti stopped by with an update in the comments below....

...one of my readers learned that the mother was only home for a 2-week R&R and is on her way back to Iraq now. I can't imagine the leave-taking.

Me neither.

Stay safe Terri Gurrola.

But, I Can Hardly Wait

Saturday night The Skimmer and I were getting ready to go out to dinner.

I said, "Look at this top.  What do you think?  Too weird?"

"No, it looks good."

"Are you sure?  I mean, look at it."

"I'm looking.  It's fine."

I stood on my tippy toes and twirled around with my arms out-stretched.

"I look like Stevie Nicks with this top on!"

"I'll take that.  You're stuck with Phil Collins.  So Stevie Nicks is fine by me."

My friends have always said The Skimmer is a cross between Phil Collins and Sting. 

I smiled and finished getting ready for our date, but I couldn't stop thinking about my date with the real Phil Collins this coming Friday night.

I cannot wait.

I'll be singing and clapping.  But, I won't be twirling.

Well, maybe a little. Not too much though.

Ha, ha, ha.  Ha, ha, O-Ohhhh.

Caterpillar Love

This is a real caterpillar.  I'm sort of scared of him.  But Dharma Bum, Robin Andrea, is not.  She's in love with his beautiful fake eyes and invisible caterpillar ears.

For more on Robin's new little sweetie, including another photo, which is way cute and not so scary, click here.

An Evening in Little Italy