McFlurry

Things some to be swirling around. Lots of crazy activity all at once, seemingly. Peter Case, Robin Williams and Aaron Boone all have heart surgery. John Martyn dies. Natasha Richardson dies. Ron Silver dies. Longtime bachelors David Letterman and Bruce Willis marry, but sadly, not each other. Bonuses are handed out. Bonuses are handed back. Obama is great! Obama sucks. I find myself oddly attracted to Meghan McCain. And then repulsed. And then attracted. Nick Cage, in what must be some type of experiment, makes ever-worsening movies, and yet still retains vast popularity. Newspapers fold, and no, not in that way.

So, old fat Pete Case is on the mend from heart surgery ... surely he was knocking on death's door for quite a bit and happily he's gonna pull through and live to fight another day. And the former Plimsouls' guitarist, Eddie, uses Pete's well-wishing board to tell people how he [Eddie] needs a job. Just seems so odd. I mean, did no one tell Eddie that (a) it's in bad taste to use the get well Pete board to complain about your own predicament? and (b) that there is little to no demand for a rock and roll guitarist pushing 60? I mean, that's why I stopped playing in bands at age 22. I knew that one day I would be old, and no matter how good I was at the ol' axe, no one would care once I hit 30. Porn stars have better career longevity than rock and rollers. The script writes itself, son.