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I have let myself get distracted, yet again. Which is not a shock to my ADD addled mind.



Right now I have been busy with the the following: Getting the Better Half's Mom's house ready for sale, work, football in all of it glorious forms, cheese production in Denmark, futzing around on my Internet crack site FanIQ, the Idaho Art scene, watching the White Sox limp along in September, air hockey stars of the 70's, Calmatto, trying out Facebook, Dutch Elm Disease, and keeping my rage in check anytime John McCain or Sarah Palin are on TV.



I will be back to this blog to give you the underwhelming material you have come to expect here. Right now Boski Industries is hard at work at making this blog not suck as bad as it does.

This little ditty is from Ol' Hank Rollins. Yep it has been that kind of week where my little ADD mind just wants to go walkabout, and since punching myself in my own face is not a workable option. Here you go

Disconnect - Rollins Band

don't like to think too much, it makes me think too much,
it keeps my min on my mind
don't wanna see too much, it makes me see to much
sometimes I'd rather be blind


all the things that they're saying & doing
when they pass me by it just fills me up with noise
it overloads me

I wanna disconnected myself
pull my brains damn out, unplug myself
I want nothing right now, I want to pull it out

yeah,

I want to pull it out, yeah
I wanna break it all down,
hey, I wanna pull it out
yeah, yeah, disconnect myself,
disconnect myself

a thousand miles an hour going nowhere fast
clinging to the details of your past
talking 'bout your damages and wasting my time
wanna be the "King of Pain" stand in line
all the numbers and the colors of the facts
backed by the rumours and the figures of the stats

I think I'm gonna download my mind

I wanna pull it out

too damn bad if at the end of the day the only thoughts
in your brain are all the things that they say,
what a waste
too damn bad if at the end of the line you got no idea of what's on your own mind
you got no one to blame but yourself
too much to know, too much to see
it might mean something to you, but it's nothing to me

I wanna disconnect myself, pull my brains damn out, unplug myself
I want nothing right now, I want to pull it out


I hear you Hank, I hear you.