shoelaces in my spaghetti

I think my computer is a Redneck. I was writing a snarky comment today, making a generalization when I realized that my computer auto-corrected the word NASCAR for me. WHAT! I immediately paused and drew concern. How does my computer know squat about NASCAR?  It was my impression that computers don't comment on proper nouns like names of people or places. In order to clear this up I conducted a test to see if my computer recognizes more liberal activities like Ru Paul's Drag Race or Randy Jacksons ABDC. (Americas best dance crew).....and the verdict is a big ole  NOPE!  not a clue from this computer. mmmm hmmm!

I am so far removed from the sport of NASCAR, I didn't even know how to spell it.  I think what killz me about this lit'l auto correct situation is that just a night before, I was battling my computer trying to come up with the correct spelling of thorough. Omg, I tried every which way, doing the best I could to sound out the damn word but computer and me were not clicking. I ended up having to ask aaron how to spell it, he rattled it off like the pledge of alligiance, like it was nothing.  I think as we become more and more keyed into our devices we need to become more and more aware of who is plugging the information into them.  We get so attached to our lit'l devices because they make our lives so much easier, they feed us information and lead us to the next best thing. We forget that this information is filtered through the mind of a programmer, some high paid computer programmer making assumptions and creating the agenda on how we maneuver through life.

so my computer knows about NASCAR, ok but it better have my back the next time I try to spell lollopallooza.  Yeah, I thought so... Cause its actually spelled Lollapalooza.  Stupid Redneck Computer! Get Bent!

Freddy's Mercury is Rising---weekend edition

If Joan Jett were writing her hit song I love Rock N Roll today, do ya think she'd change the lyric to

  slide your debt card through the jukebox baby

   OR

  shove another dollar in the jukebox baby

OR

toss a couple quarters in the jukebox baby


  Who knows, her interests may've been completely different in this era, she could've ditched the whole jukebox theme and just wrote a song about playing darts.

I saw Joan Jett this past summer, she kicked arse!  tiny lit'l thang she was.  She wore a black bra w/ spaghetti straps, black leather pants and donned a set of Madonna arms. She was hollering and ripping away at her guitar in the parking lot of a 7-11, no she wasn't homeless w/ a change bucket,  she was headlining for Halsted St. Market Days Festival held every August here in Chicago.  A Giant Gay love-in w/ vendor booths whose wares include  beads, bags, necklaces, dvds & drag queens.  Those poor queens melting in the sun, they keep it together, that's for sure.

"You betta Werk!" "Can I get an Amen!" RuPaul

  It was a great show and a great festival. I thought it was interesting that Joan Jett offered a sign language version of her show to the crowd,.  Joan, being a thoughtful and empathetic artist was able to recognize that some members of her audience were not afforded the sense of hearing, so a sign linguist was hired.

  "never give a damn bout my reputation, your living in the past there's a new generation"    


"Beggin' on my knees
Baby, won't you please
Run your fingers through my hair

Do you wanna touch...yeah

Do you wanna touch....yeah!"

I was amazed at how quickly he could move his hands as he shared her lyrics, give the guy a knife and he'd have a brilliant career working for Benihana.  Fast hands and expressive facial expressions, my only problem was he and Joan didn't coordinate outfits, She was in her Rocker Chick garb and he looked like he walked off the set of Cocoon.  I apologize for the dated reference, as I write more and more I realize my age shines through as I try to connect moments/experience.  I figure screw it!   let it rip!     hit it!

Do you wanna touch yeah! Do you wanna touch yeah!