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Matthew 3:7-10

But when he saw many of the Pharisees and Sadducees coming to where he was baptizing, he said to them: "You brood of vipers! Who warned you to flee from the coming wrath?

Produce fruit in keeping with repentance.

And do not think you can say to yourselves, 'We have Abraham as our father.' I tell you that out of these stones God can raise up children for Abraham.

The ax is already at the root of the trees, and every tree that does not produce good fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire.


Stupid Fact of the Week
There was only one civilian casualty during the three-day Battle of Gettysburg

02 December, 2005
Updates
Thank you all for your praise of my story. You obviously have excellent taste.

For your convenience, I have edited the story down into smaller, bite-size portions, and reposted it on a separate blog, which can be reached through the link at right.

The music selections have also been update, as I say "Adieu" to Eels for a while. There should be something for everyone over their... have a look... unless you like country... let me just---... no... doesn't look like there's any country over there. John Prine. That's about as close as you're gonna get. But I selected quite a few slow moving melodies paired with heart-wrenching lyrics, and then counterbalanced with some lovely up tempo dance and techno. There's even some classical for the cultured few who read this.

I'll also draw your attention to the new Peeps on the list: the always boisterous, always anti-Bush (or Pro-Brain, we could say), Adam Shatarsky... and my brother in Christ and in proboscises, Eric "E" Mendenhall.

Also... as I apparently bored to tears one reader with my pointless and mindless ramblings of one New York... I shall post the, I'm sure, long awaited update concerning the current Cribbage Tournament:

3-4-1 (me-pops-mums)

The men seem to have found their - as they say below the border - cahones, and are now playing as though they were brass.

Finally, Mad Shouts to two amazing women with even more amazing senses of humor (and impeccable taste in men), Christy and Debbie. Much love. You gals rock!
posted by Rockel @ 2:56 PM  
3 Comments:
  • At 3/12/05 7:15 AM, Blogger Doyle said…

    I never said it was boring, merely that I missed hearing what was going on with cribbage. Your story was enthralling, to say the least, and I hope you have many more upon your relocation.

     
  • At 3/12/05 8:49 AM, Blogger Rockel said…

    el doyle... I never said it was you... but it was you... I'm sure you found the story wonderfully entertaining... I'm also sure you're enjoying the scoreboard I just posted in the sidebar with frequently updated (and me frequently behind) cribbage scores.

    sis... we sent them the story... via email... the subsequent email communication went roughly as follows...

    them: "ur a bunch of assholes"
    adam: "we're really sorry"
    them: "haha... just kidding... we are having the biggest laugh of our lives"

    gotta give 'em some props... not only great senses of humor... but the kind of humor that allows them to screw back once screwed...

    adam was freaking out like a small girl... very funny...

    we've continued to email back and forth... as it turns out, they (or, rather, just Christy) lied about several things, too...

     
  • At 5/12/05 8:45 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I was told I should read your story of NYC, so I did. I bow in awe.

     
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ON THE NICKEL
by Tom Waits

("I'd like to do a new song here. This is eh, it's about downtown Los Angeles on 5th Street. And eh all the winos affectionately refer to it as The Nickel. So this is kind of a hobo's lullaby.")

sticks and stones will break my bones,
but i always will be true, and when
your mama is dead and gone,
i'll sing this lullabye just for you,
and what becomes of all the little boys,
who never comb their hair,
well they're lined up all around the block,
on the nickel over there.

so you better bring a bucket,
there is a hole in the pail,
and if you don't get my letter,
then you'll know that i'm in jail,
and what becomes of all the little boys,
who never say their prayers,
well they're sleepin' like a baby,
on the nickel over there.

and if you chew tobacco, and wish upon a star,
well you'll find out where the scarecrows sit,
just like punchlines between the cars,
and i know a place where a royal flush,
can never beat a pair, and even thomas jefferson,
is on the nickel over there.

so ring around the rosie, you're sleepin' in the rain,
and you're always late for supper,
and man you let me down again,
i thought i heard a mockingbird, roosevelt knows where,
you can skip the light, with grady tuck,
on the nickel over there.

so what becomes of all the little boys,
who run away from home,
well the world just keeps gettin' bigger,
once you get out on your own,
so here's to all the little boys,
the sandman takes you where,
you'll be sleepin' with a pillowman,
on the nickel over there.

so let's climb up through that button hole,
and we'll fall right up the stairs,
and i'll show you where the short dogs grow,
on the nickel over there.

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