Clash of the Titans

Well, maybe "clash" is the wrong word... that implies a personality conflict and tension (see Mike Nowak vs. Steve Dale). But my dad took me to see Clash of the Titans back in the day, and to a kid under 10... it mesmerized me, it amused me, it scared me, it freaked my shit out... and I loved it! I saw it again a few years later, and the effects are SO fakey. But I don't care... it still rules. Medusa and that snake hair was the best!

But anyway... this past Thursday night I was one of those brilliant jackoffs who had shit to do right in the middle of the fucking snowstorm. It had been snowing all afternoon, but little did I know that not one single snow truck had bothered to plow not one single fucking street between my place and my destination. So I had to go pick up the girl, drive back (to essentially where I started) to drop some shit off, and then head back to where I'd originally picked her up. When I left my apartment shortly after "regular business hours", I was counting on stopping somewhere during that trip to get some food since I hadn't had a bite all day. But shortly after I left, I got caught in the clusterfuck of all clusterfucks.

I'm a pretty defensive driver, but that night I wasn't even considering pulling any shit. Neither was anyone else really (except for the FedEx truck seen driving on the sidewalk!)... but it was like every motherfucker out there on the road was a bigger pussy than every other motherfucker out there on the road. All told, the tree trips I made totalled 2-1/2 hours... and the total trip length of each of those trips was 2-1/2 miles. 3 different city street routes (none better than another) totalling 7-1/2 miles in about 2-1/2 hours. What in the fuck?!

So it got late and we were lucky we made it to where we needed to be in time... but the dinner stop was eliminated and we picked up some chow instead. Then after we both got done what we needed to get done, we headed out again. At this point it was way after business hours, and we figured getting back would be OK... it was street parking we were mainly worried about. Ended up the main streets were finally plowed, and I managed to spin out back into a decent parking sport after all... the real bitch of the night was that 2-1/2 hours that coulda been better spent.

BUT, the point of this post in the first place has to do with my radio being tuned to The Loop alot that day for the Jon-a-thon... Brandmeier on the air for 28 hours for WLUP's annual Make-A-Wish fundraiser. The dude's still got it... he was full of energy every time I tuned in. At about 11:38pm on Thursday night, Johnny and Byrd bantered on air together! It was magic... pure bliss. I wasn't near a radio around 8pm... did they team up to Get the Led Out? That would have absolutely fucking RULED.