Really Random Notes

I haven't had a lot to say lately - too much travel, holiday nonsense, illness and writing for which I get paid. So I dragged out these space-killing observations ....

Bonna-ripoff

This one comes from the "Who Buys This Crap?" Department. I question the existence of the Live From Bonnaroo 2008 DVD. Yeah, the organizers are trying to squeeze a few more Andrew Jacksons from attendees and more from those who didn't, but a DVD can't encapsulate all that went down.

Perhaps those who went overboard with the drugs might want it, but for all that goes into Bonnaroo, this set is skimpy. Dozens of bands boiled down to 16 performances.

Of course, they left out the most infamous performance of the weekend (Kanye West's sunrise surliness). I guess calling the organizer "squid brains" is no way to get a slice of the DVD pie. No listening to Chris Rock in the rain. And apparently the weekend's biggest dose of spontaneity, SuperJam, got the Kanye treatment. I would think Les Claypool, Gogol Bordello and Kirk Hammett might be worth documentation.

Then again, I don't see how one song gives away anything from those performances.

They'll be lucky to sell a dozen, if people applied my logic. People would be too busy renting the original Woodstock documentary.

That won't happen, because you can't contain an ignorance outbreak. Speaking of which ....

My Favorite Reindeer Game

Go to a busy shopping mall on a Saturday afternoon. Complete you shopping, then walk out an exit on the opposite side of the mall from your car. Work your way back through the parking lot with keys in hands, then watch the desperation with which drivers will follow you.

I tested it at the Green Hills Mall last weekend, only to find some people way too dedicated to that easy spot. A Mini Cooper slammed on the breaks, flung it in reverse and followed me until realizing I wasn't parked in that aisle.

The next volunteer's tenacity ruined the fun. She too slammed it into reverse, but was willing to back up as far as needed to get my spots. All she needed to do was go onto the two-story parking ramp where I landed, and she could have had her pick.

But this girl was risking danger for a primo parking spot I didn't possess, so I finally stopped and I told her I wasn't parked in that lot. Luckily, she wasn't upset and didn't floor it in reverse to cut me down for my mischief.

What a shame the holidays only come once a year.

Running, Still Running

Declaring myself finally over the sinus infection that plagued me for weeks, I'm off to Paris Landing and the Tennessee River to see if I can reacquire it during the 8-mile run tomorrow. That will be State Parks Running Tour #3, leaving me with two more to qualify for the Grand Prix (somehow, my less-than-fantastic finishes have earned me a few points).

But that cart has no horse until I finish.