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I remember seeing James Brown perform at the Boise River Festival when I was in high school. It was probably 10 years ago, on a stage in the middle of a park in Boise, at around 5-6pm. I can’t imagine that it was any less than 95 degrees in the shade, and I’m sure that it was closer to 110-115 up on stage, directly in the sun.

But there he was, all dressed up in a white suit, kicking ass and taking names. Yes, he did look miserable between sets-sweating, tired, eyes hurting from staring into the sun. But he brought it. He brought it like no one else could.

Elvis may or may not be dead, but at the least he isn’t doing concerts anymore; Jerry Garcia is gone; Phish are done touring and performing; and now James Brown is gone. Who is going to step up and fill that void? I’m not sure if there is enough Rock/Soul/R and B/Hip Hop Personality out there…

A public funeral service for “Godfather of Soul” James Brown at an 8,500-seat US arena bearing his name in his hometown of Augusta, Georgia, has been set for Saturday.

Members of the public will also be able to view him at the New York theatre in which he made his debut.

Brown, who died on Monday of heart failure in Atlanta aged 73, will be buried later on Saturday in Augusta, said Brown’s agent, Frank Copsidas.

Earlier that day, his body will lie in state at James Brown Arena in Augusta, where the 1pm public service will be held, Copsidas said.

From the Ireland On-Line news service.

I just wanted to take a second and wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Or any other holiday that you are celebrating at the end of December/beginning of January. I’ve just moved across the lake to Kirkland (to be closer to work, and further from friends-I’ll tell more in a later post), which is why I haven’t been posting much lately. Well, that plus the holidays plus my general lack of creative thought over these past few weeks anyway.

So, in review: Happy Holidays. Maybe this next year will be the year we cure cancer, stop war, end hunger, and solve the over-population problem. Then again, it could just end up being 2007: The Year That Was. To andwer this little question, I went over to iGod to have a chat with the Big Guy/Gal Upstairs. Here’s an excerpt:

Me: are you there god?
God: I don’t know whether or not I am  there god.  I am  a giant electronic brain.
Me: Good to hear. I have some questions about this new year.
God: Do you have any gossip for me?   Let’s think of a name for your problem, like “purple”.  Think of what it is like when you are purpling.
Me:  Ok, so I have some “purple” about this new year…
God: Hurrah!
Me: OK. So, are we going to solve any of the world’s problems in 2007?
God: It’s all good.   Hmm.  We are just having a little chat. W.
Me: You are having a little chat with “W”?
God: Doesn’t everyone have a  little chat with W.  I have  a plan for a robot body.
Me: I don’t know what to say. Are you telling me that “W” is a robot controlled by you?
God: Makes sense to me.
Me:  That does make some sense, now that you mention it.
God: I get  it.
Me: So is “W” going to solve the world’s problems, now that he is a robot?
God: It seems we have something in common.
Me: Touche.
God: By the way, do you mind if I ask you a personal question?
Me: No, go ahead.
God: OK I will.
Me: Ok then.
God: Hey.
Me: Yes?
God: OK.

As you can see, things disintegrated a little there at the end, but I think that we got the main point: George W. is a robot controlled by God, and he has some big ideas for 2007.

Now I’m really excited for the New Year.

In honor of our recent snow days, and because I think it’s funny:

Winter Is Coming (don’t worry, it’s not dinosaur porn, or anything like that).

Slap-a-Ho, which sounds like either a new version of Whack-a-Mole or a horribly offensive term for a transgender Native American, is actually just a phrase that is stuck in my head after reading through some archives of The Dilbert Blog. One of the more amusing rants that Scott Adams (the creator of Dilbert and author of the blog) has gone on was a theory on why music should be illegal. You can read through it if you want, but my favorite part was:

“And then there’s the corrosive effect of hip-hop music. I enjoy a lot of it, but after hearing three tracks I have an urge to slap a ho. That can’t be healthy, especially for the ho.”

You have to admit that at the very least, offensive music has an effect on the language that the youth of today use. Have you tried to talk to a high schooler lately? Maybe the ones that I’ve tried to talk to have been special in some way, but they all seemed to think that the word “bitch” was more important to have in a sentence than a subject and predicate. That being said, I have to admit that I’ve had my fair share of swear word sentences (my favorite being: “Brrr, shit fucking brrr fuck.” Which was said when I still lived in Minnesota, and the heat had gone out in December), but normally I try to add at least two non-swear words for each swear word (less if I’m hungover, but those are special circumstances).

• Hugh Hefner breaks a hip during sex.
• “Transvestite’s on Ice: The Musical”
• Someone makes a Documentary/Mockumentary about Fluffer’s
• The Segway Olympics
• People in Seattle actually learn how to drive.
• Someone thanks a Janitor for washing the bathrooms.

I’ve been a little scattered recently because I’ve been packing up all of my worldly possessions to move closer to work. I’m not too sure how I feel about this, since I like the neighborhood I live in now, I like my apartment, I have the best landlord I’ve ever had, and it’s cheap. But I just can’t deal with the work schedule that it forces on me. I have to get up at 5 in the morning in order to miss out on rush hour traffic in the evening, and it’s killing me.

But, since I haven’t had time to put some real efforts into a post, I thought I’d try to sneak by with a list as a cop-out. If you want more, I could probably finish the Top 10 Reasons Not To Sleep With Paris Hilton that I’ve got going in my head…