But maybe the point is that preaching to scary music shouldn't be effective?

My son and I had to go shopping today. He needed a new blanket. Also, my big-ass coffeemaker was on its last leg. You would not believe the horrible sounds it was making... downright scary and sooo loud. I could hear it brewing from outside my house. With my door and window closed! I know I've already talked about my shopping aversion so I won't drag that part out, but at least I had a list with me and we were in and out of the store within thirty minutes with a nice fluffy blanket, a smaller, much quieter coffee maker, and two gift cards for new babies.

Then we watched Bill Maher's documentary Religulous. You know I was right with him (Maher) up until the last five minutes. The "wrap up", if you will... talk about over the top! He made his purpose clear in the first five minutes -- he wants people to think... to be humble enough to have doubt. Nothing wrong with that. Being 100% certain that you are right and everybody else is wrong is a foolish -- not to mention very dangerous -- thing. And I think up until whatever the fuck that ridiculousness was at the end, he may have succeeded in reaching a few. You'd have to see it for yourself to know what I'm talking about. The best comparison I can make is this: Have you ever gotten one of those forwarded emails with a "moral message" that you usually delete, but decide to read this one time and find yourself pleasantly surprised and entertained by the content are feeling pretty good about the lesson contained within -- until the person who sends you the email has to add their condescending two cents at the end and really drive it home, spelling everything out for you, because obviously you can't be trusted to be smart enough to actually get it (the message) yourself? Yeah, it was like that. And I fucking hate that. So, I still love Bill Maher, still agree with him most of the time and I'm glad I watched his doc., though I won't be adding it to my DVD collection or anything.

Shambala is playing on my iTunes right now. This song always brings back memories. I may have mentioned this here before, but if I did it was last year. We went camping a lot when I was growing up, usually near some body of water be it the beach or a lake. One of my dad's favorite things to do was, after starting a fire for our daily catch and s'mores, blare music and insist on group sing-a-longs. This is the end of the day mind you, by which time, between the wine and the beer (and the occasional, clandestine bong hit), he was pretty pickled. Three Dog Night was a favorite and this song was especially effective in coaxing his inner wannabee rock star. Then he'd start twirling around with some random flower or weed between his teeth. Good times.

Random Six:

The Spinners - The Rubberband Man
The Human League - Love Action (I believe in love)
Stevie Nicks and Don Henley - Leather and Lace
R.E.M. - Strange Currencies
Three Dog Night - Shambala
Bob Marley - Natural Mystic

I forgot to mention that my sister in law still has not gone into labor. She's had contractions off and on for days. Abigail, that's the name they've chosen, will come when she's good and ready and that's one of the beauties of nature.