Impending Doom?

Ever since I've turned 40, I've become finely tuned to the possibility, nay, probability of impending doom. Fortunately, the right-out-of-his-mind Rev. Pat Robertson has received a communique from the Big Guy telling him that the Pacific Northwest (where I live) will be hit by a tsunami this year. The question is what did we do to deserve this? It's not like we rejected intelligent design for evolution. Heck, Seattle-based Discovery Insitute invented intelligent design. Shouldn't that get us a disaster pass from God? (BTW, I certainly don't mean to impugn the Rev's relationship with God, but Dover, Pennsylvania is still awaiting the end).

Then there's this report of the further erosion of American society: the Northwestern University mascot was fired and swim team was suspended for hazing. Isn't hazing supposed to be the rightful province of rich, snotty white kids and the football team? Mascots?!

Tonight, I'm listening to the Supersuckers, Seattle's punk, rock, cowboy country band. I saw lead singer/guitarist Eddie Spaghetti live last year, opening for Los Lobos and totally enjoyed his acoustic set. I picked up several SS CD's last week, after hearing the hard rocking "Evil Powers of Rock and Roll" on KEXP. These guys make great, raw rock and roll and heartfelt, but humorous country music (plus, they cover Jerry Reed's Eastbound and Down from Smokey and the Bandit; can't get much cooler than that). If you haven't heard the Supersuckers, grab a disc and slap it in the CD player. You won't regret it. If you do, you probably belong at the ballet, instead.

And finally, Clarabell the Clown has died. I was too young for the Howdy Doody Show, but hey, it's a sad day when a clown dies.