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I think I’m autistic. No, really. There was this quiz in Newsweek that was supposed to demonstrate how autistic people think…you know the kind of quiz…choose if you agree strongly, slightly, disagree slightly, strongly…there were questions like “I frequently find that I don’t know how to keep a conversation going” and “when I read something I always notice if it’s grammatically correct” and “I can easily tell if someone else wants to enter a conversation”…I looked at the key and my answers of strongly agree, strongly agree, strongly disagree, along with my answers to the rest of the questions are those kinds of answers that someone with autism would answer. I think I’ll self-diagnose myself and prescribe caffeine and alcohol in large quantities.

I got up this morning and find out that I may have to go to New Mexico tomorrow. Just like that. We need you to go to Farmington, Aaron. Ok. Turns out we had a wheel fall off of a W900 and it needs a new axle. They want too much money to haul it down there so I have to take it. Damn. I just looked at the map. It’s about 60 miles this side of Arizona and over half way from Sharon to California. Here’s to the Trucker’s Dream.

Calm before the storm

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It’s 9:24 (as if you couldn’t tell by the timestamp affixed to this and every post) and I’m sitting here at my house waiting…I’ve got my rig set up at Fat’s and am pacing…this is going to be a wild ride…the bar’s already have full when I left to come back here…I hope Burgess is doing well in Topeka…good times, good times.

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B104

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I set my alarm this morning to turn on B104.7 at 8:00. It was the first time I’ve used the radio alarm in about 6 years. Anyway, it woke me and I just about beat the bejesus out of my air hockey table. I have it propped up vertically at the foot of my bed because my roommates are poseurs and we’re cramped for room. I’ve had it there for a few months, but this is the first time I thought when I woke up that it was someone standing there with a malicious intent.

I’m sitting here waiting for Pete’s interview on the radio and they’re playing some bastardized version of Angels Among Us. As if that song wasn’t bad enough to begin with they had to throw news coverage excerpts in it and play it TWO YEARS after the fact.

Poor Pete. Man, this girl interviewing him is nutty. Trevor just called. “How did she get into radio with that voice?” It’s pretty bad. Pete is handling himself damn well, considering he’s got a fruitcake interviewing him. She asked him, “what is your primary instrument, would you say?” I know the point of an interview is to get the interviewee to explain the obvious, but that is a little too horrible for even morning radio. She keeps talking about how cute Pete is…in her kindergarten teacher voice…Pete just played Running Low on Angels…smoked it…and them. Oh my…she just said the music in Texas is “spicy, just like the food.” Jesus. Thank goodness Pete’s kicking ass…

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Rambles

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I give McClure a lot of shit about him being rather harsh in his rambles. I logged on to his site again today, for the 9th time, and he’s posted something other than random derogatory comments…this one is worth reading…and makes me believe that there’s good in McClure yet.

I saw an old friend tonight at Fat’s…Darcy…

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Pat Green sold out

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…and so did his concert at Abe and Jake’s in Lawrence. Burgess and I decided we didn’t want to go…then Barry and I decided that we did. Then Burgess said he’d go along. Then Barry found out that we needed a credit card to reserve tickets. He called and they had 50 left. He then left to get his mom’s credit card in Beatte. By the time he got there and called them, they were out of tickets. We decided we’re going to Fat’s and playing Pat Green on the jukebox all night. It’s actually probably going to be more fun than the concert.

Check out RockKansas.com.

“I feel sorry for people who don’t drink…when they wake up in the morning, that’s the best they’re going to feel all day.” — Bing Crosby

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Gamble

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I watched in awe tonight as Trevor told one of the Stragglers tonight on the phone that they should buy my CD and from where it was available. Pete was gambling with Jason and the Stragglers in KC tonight and they were calling Burgess every five minutes. It was a site to see. All this after we closed down the FFFA.

What do you think of the new calendar addition? Post a comment, hot shot.

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She took it all

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Yes, folks…that’s right….I have no hair left. None to speak of, anyway. Dawn cut all of my hair.

Pete had a good show last night. I didn’t get off the tractor at home until 7:30…had a few things to do including drive 3.5 hours back to Manhattan…didn’t make it to Rusty’s until 12:30. Still, the part of the show that I caught went very well. Thanks, Pete, for the new sticker.

Tonight will be the night off for me until Sunday. Fat’s open mic is tomorrow, Pat Green plays in Lawrence on Wednesday, Jason Boland and No Justice and Pete Gile play at Shotz on Thursday, I’m playing Fat’s with Trevor on Friday, and I have a wedding to attend on Saturday.

Well, CE is back so I don’t have to babysit anymore.

Back to work.

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Quote

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“I’m suprised he doesn’t burn stuff when he walks by.” — Greg Fletchal talking about someone.

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