To Each His Schon

Neal Schon, afro or post-afro was awesome. Not so much for playing, but for just being Neal Schon. He had his own custom, horrible looking guitar, an ongoing ego struggle with Steve Perry and also cut an album with Jan "Crockett's Theme" Hammer. That's my diversion this morning as I wait for some type of correspondence that is completely innocent and matter-of-fact, but will probably crush me.

I paid my wife's and my car insurance yesterday because I'm a huge douche with a sprinkle of wanting to maintain good credit and be responsible. I am getting more comfortable with the fact that I will be alone for awhile as chicks don't dig the pending divorce thing as much as dudes do. So, in the meantime, I am trying to do nice stuff for other people even though my therapist tells me to do more for myself. I would and I will once I figure out what that is.

Here is something that is less whiny and might be useful. Occassionally, I think about my past realtionship and overanalyze things and there is something that sprung to my mind as an indicator, in retrospect, of the doom attached to my relationship. The indicator was the decline of quality of gifts received from my significant other. That all culminated with the last Valentine's Day/Anniversary gift, granted it was a paper anniversary, I got a calendar and some SRO Giant's tickets. The thought counted and it was paper, however, we probably should have just given each other divorce papers then and spared myself a ton of hurt, but whatever. The Christmas preceeding that, she gave me some used DVDs from Blockbuster. One of the movies, I didn't even really like. So, I should have known she was going through the motions at that time. It just sucks when I come across a card or something that is full of lies related to affection and commitment. The kicker was the gift of being betrayed in Vegas on my birthday. She was one awesome lady.

Anyway, more interesting things. NASA flew the space shuttle into orbit to perform some repairs. Now, I'm no rocket scientist, but maybe those things do need to be retired if we have to work on them on the side of the space highway. That is definitely not my idea of what the future held for space travel. I was thinking lightsabers, spaceships with holographic chess, lightspeed, other planets, at least the moon, but we haven't really seen anything that great yet besides our janky-ass space station with foil up over the windows to keep the sun out like some monogalactic crack den. NASA really has to do something cool and quick before the astronauts come back and have grease up to their elbows because they had a bad fan belt or had to replace an air filter in space.

CBGBs, the icon of the punk movement is in danger of closing it's doors forever. Some blame 9/11, but you would think just from the merchandising of T-shirts or coasters or mousepads, they would be okay. That's the problem with being about the music, though. You take some money and pay DJs to play crap and you will do fine, however you stick to your guns and support quality music and you are doomed against a DJ in a club who will play all of that crap that the money toting sheep have been programmed to enjoy. The sad part is that they really think they are enjoying it because they know no better.

Should probably try and go back to work. In case anyone has been reading this, I have been a horrible host, just haven't felt real inspired to post lately.