Knights of the New Crusade

I don't know shit about this band, but it's the best named album I've seen in 20 years.
Knights of the New Crusade. My God is Alive! Sorry about yours.

Always look on the bright side of life......

Let's concentrate on some good news and good things for a change.

My niece and God-daughter Holly Fernandez is engaged to be married to William Lynch. Congratulations to both of them. Guess there are some straight guys who wear earings in both ears after all. Check out their website at The Knot .



Due to certain variables in my health, I've been spending a lot of time lately surfing the internet. Here's a blast from my past, Screaming Apple Records.



And who could forget, Monty Python's Flying Circus?



And who could forget The Beatles!?!?! The Beatles broke up before I was ten, but they are still my all time favorite music.



I'll get back to the BBQ soon. I promise. All I have left to deal with now is hand surgery.

I can't take it anymore

Monday night, walking to the subway, stepped off the curb and felt a slight twist in my ankle. Didn't think anything of it. Got off the subway, the ankle is hurting. Tuesday morning, it's all swollen and painful. Sprained the bastard. Today, finally got into a doctor who's concerned that the ankle is much too swollen for a sprain. Puts it in a cast. "Keep it elevated," he says. Come back in 10 days. Take Motrin. Cast is $65. It's not covered by the insurance. What the fuck?

So I bought the motrin. It's ibuprofen. So's Advil which I've been taking. Doesn't do shit. Call my regular doctor to ask for something stronger. He says no. Call the orthopedic doctor. He's says no. How come everyone else I know gets good drugs?

My finger still swollen and I still can't bend it. Now I can't bend my ankle either. I can't walk. I can't drive. I can't fucking take this anymore.

My Karma is being realigned

It's March 12, 2005. I just got off the phone with a friend who told me of the death of another person in the circle. That makes 13 since January 1. 14 and 15 are just a matter of time. This is getting insane.

Two weeks ago, I sliced open my finger when cutting a frozen bagel. 6 stitches later, I still can't bend my finger or close my hand.

I got confirmation that Novocain doesn’t work for me. It doesn’t work at the dentist and doesn’t work in my hand with stitches. The emergency room doctor couldn’t believe that I still felt all his poking.

A client of mine just went out of business owing me over 5 grand.

My wife's uncle, who lives up stairs, passed out in a diabetic low sugar coma, again. Only this time when he went down, somehow he knocked his wife over in her wheelchair and she wound up under the couch. Usually these fits happen at 4 in the morning, but this was at 6 in the afternoon. I have to be thankful for the little favors. If anyone of you has experience with reviving a diabetic, you know it's not a pleasant time.

I haven’t BBQ’d anything since January 2nd and I’m in withdrawal. Sound selfish, doesn’t it?

Blue Smoke gets it right!

Boy is I surprised! I just got a letter from the folks at Blue Smoke in response to my survey card. They actually read it and responded with pertinent information based on my suggestions. Now, I will definitely be back! Good job guys.