One year later and I've probably got even less to say than I did before. Can that be considered lack of living or just lack of noticing?

I totally scored huge at various Frenchy’s around. I found some sweet vinyl for cheap. I got the following 45’s for 50 cents each:
-DJ Jazzy Jeff and The Fresh Prince – Parents Just Don’t Understand
-Dirty Dancing – She’s Like The Wind with Stay on the flip side
-Dirty Dancing – (I’ve Had) The I Time Of My Life with Love Is Strange on the flip side
-Def Leppard – Love Bites with Billy’s Got A Gun on the flip side
-Cheap Trick – Don’t Be Cruel with I Know What I Want on the flip side

And, for only 75 cents, I got Pope John Paul II Sings At The Festival Of Sacrosong. And that’s unopened.

I thought that the Pope John Paul II was so wonderfully odd that I had to have it. But once I listened to it I was really impressed. That dude could sing. Who knew?

Got to love the Frenchy’s

So I got the chance last week to go see the Honky Tonk Man wrestle at Dave Dolittle’s (a bar in Dartmouth). My buddy Jamie and I got there an hour before the show started and there was only standing room left. I guess everyone else wanted to see Honky Tonk. Before the show started up they had the HTM sitting a table in front of the ring in his track suit for a meet and greet. And for $10 you could get a Polaroid of you and Honky Tonk. So after a few minutes of trying to decide if I wanted a $10 polaroid of me and Honky Tonk I finally caved. I thought that as soon as I got home I would probably kick my own ass for passing on the chance.

So I walk on up to the table and tell him that I’ve got to get the picture. He told me to come around the table and then he picks up his title belt, puts it on my shoulder and says “Here… you take this”. Now it was only his title belt for the wrestling promotion that he was there with that night but it was still pretty cool. I got to chat with him while we waited for his assistant to come around and I got to shake his hand. Now this is going to be a shock to hear but the Honky Tonk Man has the most amazingly soft skin. I’ve never met anyone, man or woman, with skin that soft. And you’d think a wrestler would have the roughest skin. Overall he’s a really nice guy. Loves to chat. And the picture will be posted soon.

And as if having the chance to meet HTM wasn’t cool enough the wrestling that night was actually pretty damn good considering it was in a bar and the best you were going to get was some hardcore middle rope action and no moves that involved flipping a guy.

Oh, and there was no Shake Rattle & Roll but there was a guitar busted over a guys head. And that’s all you really need I guess.

I think the blue rubbed right off my collar and onto my neck.

I've got my CB radio completely installed in my pickup. And I now have my ticket to see the Honky Tonk Man wrestle in a bar in Dartmouth.

Shake Rattle And Roll.

Truckers are pretty cool. Therefore their poems must be pretty cool. I think these trucker's poems are pretty good.

Good News! You are now reading the livejournal of The Reverend Devin Shields! I'm now allowed to perform marriages, funerals, absolution of sins, exorcisms. I can do it all with the exception of circumcisions (not that I want to).

I'm joining the ranks of The Beatles, Wolfman Jack, Sharon Stone, Orville Redenbacher, Tony Danza, and lets not forget The Honky Tonk Man.

Remember: "Do only that which is right."

Work the program and the program will work.

I saw The Godfather last night for the first time. It was a great movie once it got going. But it took a long fucking time to get going. Longest set up to a movie ever.

I guess it's on to The Godfather 2.

I like how Joel Plaskett is making a name for himself off of old Thrush Hermit songs. His latest single: Snowed In. It's one hell of a track.

I don't think I'm young and hip enough for the internet. I keep hearing about things about two years after other people. The newest thing I've been hit with are invites to Facebook. Apparently I'm the last to know of this.

There's just too much crap to keep up on.

I just read online that there will be a new version of Jizz being released at some point with the original crew including Buck 65. I figure that this will either be really good or go to absolute shit. If it goes completely to shit then I will blame Buck 65 for it.

The Barenaked Ladies Gordon album and Sir Mix-A-Lot's Mack Daddy album for $1.99 each.

Got to love the Salvation Army store.

Who knew May Garden served Lobster Fried Rice? My first thought was "Lobster Fried Rice? That sounds pretty good." After tasting it I realized that I was wrong. It's fucking great. It costs ten dollars but is worth every penny.

If you're looking for some good wrapping x-mas gifts music I would have to recommend The Misfits' Static Age album. It's a great up beat zinger. Nothing gets you in the mood like TV Casualty, Return of the Fly (with a great Vincent Price reference), Hybrid Moments (a personal favorite of mine), and the classic Bullet. You might be thinking that there's nothing christmasy about this album. But it does have a track titled Angelfuck. If that does scream chritmas then I don't know what does.

Tonight when I was searching through the bins of movies for sale at Video Difference I found what I hope to be the greatest documentary ever. American Mullet. I'm a lover of the mullet but find a lot of things that claim to be tributes to mullets quickly turn into mullet hating. I'm hoping this isn't going to be 52 minutes of mullet hating. I don't think I can handle it. But for $9.99 I'm willing to take the chance.

I'll post my thoughts after I watch it.

I recently scored a couple of tickets to a Mooseheads game that were right behind the players bench. It was pretty cool to sit that close to the benches. I got to see a few things that I never noticed before. Such as:

1. When the equipment/towel guy (I'm not sure what his title is) isn't throwing towels to players or re-taping sticks he's eating a lot of Hershey's Kisses. Not a bad idea.

2. The back up goalie is essentially a door man.

3. This one doesn't have so much to do with being close to the benches. I just noticed this. The newest Mooseheads mascot "Mac" sucks. He lacks the gusto that Hal has.

I went and did a little glow in the dark mini puttin' tonight and shot a 42 on a par 56. I think I'm ready for the pro circut.

For the last few days I've been playing an hour or two of pool a day just to kill some time. I've noticed two major things:

1. I'm not very good at the game and I'm not getting better.
2. They're are too many people drinking at Dooley's at 3pm. They're are
usually a dozen people in Dooley's when I get there and I'm the only one
using a pool table.

This is impressive.

I went to see the Trailer Park Boys Movie last night and it was actually better than I thought it would be. I missed the Gord Downie and Alex Lifeson appearances though. I know they were cops but I missed it. Anyway. My only two complaints about the movie:

1. Trinity was played by some other kid. This is alright.

2. Lehey wouldn't stop with the shit comments. I fucking hate the shit comments. This was my reason I stopped watching the show. They were funny in the start when there were one or two in a show. But once or twice per sentence is rediculous.

Other than that I'd say it was an awsome movie.

Why didn't anyone tell me that Right Said Fred never faded away? They actually released an album this year and they have some pretty damn good tracks on it (from what I've heard).

I'm totally all over this shit.