PastaJoe

We got a thousand points of lightFor the homeless manWe got a kinder, gentler,Machine gun handWe got department stores and toilet paperGot styrofoam boxes for the ozone layerGot a man of the people, says keep hope aliveGot fuel to burn, got roads to driveKeep on rockin' in the free worldKeep on rockin' in the free worldKeep on rockin' in the free worldKeep on rockin' in the free world

Finished Altered Carbon on Netflix. Futuristic murder mystery with a feel of Blade Runner. People’s memories are kept in ‘stacks’ which can be implanted in any body ‘sleeve’, so people can live forever. Grandma could have the body of a biker guy. I’d recommend it.

I don't want to lose you, this good thing That I got 'cause if I do I will surely Surely lose a lot 'Cause your love is better Than any love I know It's like thunder, lightning The way you love me is frightening You better knock, knock on wood, baby

So don't delay, act now, supplies are running outAllow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arriveAnd if you follow, there may be a tomorrowBut if the offer is shun, you might as well be walkin' on the sun

I could feel hot flames of fire roaring at my back As she disappeared But soon she returned In her hand was a bottle of wine In the other, a glass She poured some of the wine from the bottle into the glass And raised it to her lips And just before she drunk it She said Take the wine, take that pearl Spill the wine, take that pearl Take the wine, take that pearl Spill the wine, take that pearl Take that pearl, yeah! It's all good Oh, you got to do it Spill that wine, spill that wine

Where are all the ref haters now?

He played the ball; no penalty.

If only McDermott yelled at Hughes like that.

He said the clock on the wall Say three o'clock Last call for alcohol, So what you need? One bourbon, one scotch, one beer No I ain't seen my baby since A nigh' and a week Gotta get drunk man Till I can't even speak Gonna get high man Listen to me One drink ain't enough Jack you better make it three I want to get drunk I'm gonna make it real clear I want one bourbon, One scotch and one beer One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

It’s Kentucky, so she gets points for not keeping it in the family.

It will be an odd score because of the wind affecting kicks. Ravens 25-16.

Thunder, thunder, thunder, thunderI was caughtIn the middle of a railroad trackI looked roundAnd I knew there was no turning backMy mind racedAnd I thought what could I doAnd I knewThere was no help, no help from youSound of the drumsBeating in my heartThe thunder of gunsTore me apartYou've beenThunderstruck

Brian Wilson of The Beach Boys?

I still have many of my toys from the ‘60s:: -Marx train set -Original size GI Joes and Rat Patrol jeep -Captain Action with superhero costumes -Major Matt Mason bendy astronauts -Hot Wheels with Orange track -Matchboxes (There was a hobby shop on Bailey near Kensington where I’d get them) -A couple of table hockey sets From the 80s/90s: -Starting Lineup figures, mostly hockey and football. I have a box of MOMB, but I’d buy most of them loose for my son to play with. -Star Wars figures and ships. Again bought them for my son to play with. -A couple thousand comic books from the past 50 years. All the toys have been sitting in the basement for decades. When I retire soon one of my tasks is to go through all of them and find a good home for them. I’d like to think whoever gets my childhood memories will appreciate them.

Claude Akins?

I got my mind set on you Set on you I got my mind set on you Set on you But it's gonna take money A whole lot of spending money It's gonna take plenty of money To do it right, child

Gloria Steinem?

I'm gonna lay down my sword and shield Down by the riverside Down by the riverside Down by the riverside I'm gonna lay down my sword and shield Down by the riverside I'm gonna study, study, war no more

Well I love a rainy night; I love a rainy night. I love to hear the thunder; watch the lightning when I lights up the sky. You know it makes me feel good. Well, I love a rainy night; it's such a beautiful sight. I love to feel the rain on my face; taste the rain on my lips, in the moonlight shadows.

Feels like watching their last Super Bowl.

The turkey tryptophan is already kicking in on the defense.

Say it loud (say it loud), say it clear (oh say it clear)You can listen as well as you hearIt's too late (it's too late) when we die (oh when we die)To admit we don't see eye to eye

A candy-colored clown they call the sandman Tiptoes to my room every night Just to sprinkle stardust and to whisper "Go to sleep. Everything is all right." I close my eyes, then I drift away Into the magic night, I softly say A silent prayer like dreamers do Then I fall asleep to dreams, my dreams of you In dreams I walk with you, in dreams I talk to you In dreams you're mine, all of the time We're together in dreams, in dreams

Woke up, fell out of bedDragged a comb across my headFound my way downstairs and drank a cupAnd looking up I noticed I was lateFound my coat and grabbed my hatMade the bus in seconds flatMade my way upstairs and had a smokeAnd everybody spoke and I went into a dream