I saw the same one I think, if it’s the one on Reverb that starts where Bootsy tells the odd story of how they met.

Yeah, for better or worse, Bucket stays in character all the time. He really don’t talk at all unless he uses Herbie (I dislike that thing). I do like that he’s hanging with Bootsy. Those two round each other off just right. There’s a great video where he stopped his show mid jam because he saw Bootsy in the crowd. He felt the need stop so that he could go give his friend a hug.

He does have (2) actual interviews out there on NatterNet regarding his health. He speaks conversationally in both interviews, and speaks well. His illness is actually bringing him out of his shell a little bit.

Totally onboard.

I have never really used any major social media. I feel pretty strongly that it is a solid waste of time and a real mind toxin to the user. And for what it’s worth, CD’s are still king to me.

I gotta say though. Youtube does have just about every song I’ve ever searched for. They are likely not the only one either.

If you’re looking to discover something new, word of mouth is generally king due to a lack of bias. Make friends with common strangers like workers at your grocery or retail stores. Ask around. Find someone who has a similar slant to your earhole and ask them for suggestions. I usually go with the ol “Are you into <band>? Whats another good band in a similar vein?” I discover a LOT of new music this way as well as share some too.

Stop it! You’ll go blind.

I remember it from the 2000’s. The internet was up and we could all share our own pet names for things or just make up a new word. mIRC and newsgroups were big on that. Weird times but cool for sure. Some of it stuck. I still use the exclamation ‘Blargh’ occasionally.

The first time I remember it was someone from California asked me to ‘code summin’ for their daughter. I had to make sure what they were asking of me before I agreed. 2002 maybe.

I’ve had something similar happen to me.

Last year, I was removing some old trees on our plateau. I was tired. Exhausted even. I had been clearing trees and verge for 12 hours. I was nearing completion. I was walking down a steep hill briskly, my hands over loaded with branches and logs. It was mostly dark by then. Well past twilight. I did not see the trees top laying on the ground as I walked past it. I only realized it was still there as I walked directly into it.

I remember the confusion as I stepped backwards, but the stick did not want to let go, and I heard the branches rattle. I knew right away it was going to be bad, and it was. It’s topmost tip entered my left eye socket. The tip of the branch started at about 1/4" [6.3mm] diameter. It went between my eyeball and my top eyelid near the corner with my nose and penetrated to about 1" [25.4mm].

I couldn’t keep it open for a few days from light sensitivity, and the scratched tissues left me constantly weepy. I had to wear sunglasses 24/7 for a few days. It turned all purple and looked kinda nasty.

But then, I healed up and my vision returned. And then it kept returning. The kicker was that my left eye, which had been a bit blurry for many decades, has now returned to nearly perfect. It’s better than my right eye for sure, which has never been the case as long as I can remember.

So, in keeping with the trend of unexpected cures, I can attest that if you want to make your vision better, give yourself some good old fashioned eye trauma by walking headlong into a sharp pointy stick.

Or don’t. Maybe don’t. For gods sake, please don’t.

True story though.