Don't Stop Believing

So a couple of days ago I found the greatest book title & tag line combo ever. The Plutonium Blonde: He was the last P.I. on the planet, but could he save the world from a nuclear-powered, genocidal, exotic-dancing fembot? Wow. What a literary masterpiece. Imagine my deep and delightful guffaw when I found it was published in 2001, not 1971 at the height of the science fiction era. It is clear that the science fiction awesomeness of the 70's continues to live on. Don't stop believing in things long past, history often repeats itself (as we can see from today's hideous fashion trends that are reawakening nightmares that I put to sleep long ago).
To continue your rock education I will teach you that former Foreigner front man Steve Perry hails from Hanford, CA. Additionally, Richland, WA (my current residence) is home to the Hanford nuclear site which produced the plutonium for the atomic bomb dropped on Nagasaki, Japan to end World War II. It also produced plutonium for countless tests and our atomic arsenal during the cold war. Some "liberal" reporters also claim the site engineered a crazy fembot who threatened to destroy world peace, but those claims are unsubstantiated.

Go to Hell

Some of you may remember the Hollywood favorite "God's Army," and it's signature song about how seemingly everyone (except the Mormons) are going to Hell. Well this week I was back knocking doors, instead of telling people they were going to Hell I got to tell them they were going to prison unless they filled out their census form. Just kidding, I never told anyone that, but I can because a fine and/or jail time is the punishment for refusing to fill out a census form. So if you have a problem with your census taker make sure you yell out the line, "then I'll see you in Hell!" if they try to force you to do anything you don't want to do. They'll smile a sad little smile as they realize you're right; prison, Hell, what's the difference?

Mama, I'm Coming Home

Just like Ozzy, I went home for Mother's Day this year. My brother cooked the meal and I did most of the clean-up. It was hard keeping my mother out of the kitchen and trying to tell her to just relax. We had a good time and I have a great mother. So Happy Mother's Day to all you mother's out there-you're probably doing a great job.