Drove home and got my bike. Mid-60’s out there right now.

(Don’t believe the sign. There’s no bike rack on my side of the building.)

With money:

You can buy a house but not a home.

You can buy a clock but not time.

You can buy a bed but not sleep.

You can buy a book but not knowledge.

You can buy blood but not life.

You can buy sex but not love.

No punchline today, folks. Have a great weekend.

Doing music videos on back-to-back days in a blog is a sure sign of laziness, but this cranks up the cringe meter because it is so bad.

This one’s for the young people…who will want to poke out their eyes and eardrums after they see what happened to one of the anthems of their generation.

(If it doesn’t load, click here.)

Edit: Here’s the original from Oasis so you can, as they say in college, do a “compare and contrast.”

Let’s start the week off right.

For those who’ve forgotten, this is February. I’m going to appreciate this upcoming Spring like no other.

And it’s not done:

Taken this afternoon. There’s about two inches out there now with more snow to come.

Kudos yet again to Lara for making the WNC Dean’s List for this last fall semester. Throw your hands in the air like you don’t care!

Waaaay back in the day, the holidays meant a juicy turkey and gathering around the fireplace at my grandparents’ home on Bon Rea Way in Reno. Them was festive times.

Then came the “other” holidays which they knew was manufactured by Big Business to sell useless trinkets and cards: the “Hallmark Holidays,” they called them.

Hallmark is, of course, the big greeting card company that makes big bucks around Valentines and Mother’s Days. When their writers go bonkers* from writing the same prose with the same rhyming scheme over and over again, they’re sent down to the minors and bush leagues and made to work in their “Shoebox” division. This is where the geniuses cut loose and creativity is allowed to flow. Check them out.

*I made up the going bonkers thing. I’m sure they’re very nice people who are almost sane.