Ch-ch-ch-ch-charging (Back-in to get a boost) Ch-ch-charging, need to be on that super source Ch-ch-ch-ch-charging (I know I might be a bit off course) Ch-ch-charging, to be charging near an Apple Store It takes time to charge me But I can charge fine
Spunk Art
“Sign, sign, everywhere a sign Blockin’ out the scenery Breakin’ my mind…” — Five Man Electrical Band
I had to drive into town today to go to the Apple Store to get my iPhone checked out. It’s been eight months or longer since I’ve needed to go to the Apple Store. The Face ID on my iPhone is not working most of the time now. After lots of diagnostics, it turns out the Face ID camera is on the fritz. I dropped the phone a few times in the three years I’ve had it. That probably contributed to the demise of the Face ID camera.
Whenever I go into town, I get culture shock. Most of the streets around the shopping centers in Uptown are torn up and blocked off, so traffic was snarled. Most of the parking lots were filled up, and people were waiting for spaces to open up. I always park in the far lot where few people park because most people are either in a hurry or too lazy to walk a few hundred yards. I pulled into the lot and discovered that the places I usually park are now taken up by Tesla superchargers.
A food truck called Mi Taco Su Taco parked in front of our new office this morning. I thought it might be a regular thing. Being Tuesday and having a Taco Truck in front of the office, I texted Bruce to let him know there was a Taco Truck out front if he wanted to come into the office for “Taco Tuesday!” He came in and went out and got in line to discover that the food truck was there for a special occasion for the Humana insurance group. Bruce had to wait until all of “Humanaty” got their tacos so Mi Taco Su Taco could account for all the tacos Humana’s staff had eaten. Then Bruce was able to get some of the leftover tacos. He brought me a couple of leftover tacos. They weren’t bad after I picked all the cilantro out them. “¡No me gusta cilantro¡”
Seeing the food truck reminded me of a parody I wrote and recorded back in 2017 called “Brewpubs And Food Trucks” to Strawberry Alarm Clock’s Incense and Peppermints that I never posted. The parody was inspired by the boom of brewpubs in Albuquerque at that time and all the food trucks that parked by the brewpubs. Now that brewpubs are open again, I see a lot of the food trucks outside the brewpubs. The food trucks offer a good service for people to get food to go with their beer and wine without having to go into a building.
I thought about redoing the vocals, but I recorded it long before I started using PreSonus Studio One. I used MixPad in 2017, and now the latest version of MixPad can’t open the old files. Therefore, you can listen to the bloody awful original version or choose to skip it.
The song really illustrates the reason we moved out of downtown. Things were not good in 2017. “ART” in the song is “Albuquerque Rapid Transit” a total public transit boondoggle rammed down Burqueños’ throats that interrupted businesses and ruined Central Ave, (Old Route 66) from the westside of Albuquerque to “Nobhill” just east of the University of New Mexico. Downtown only got worse and continues its downhill slide. You can follow along with the Lyrics that can be found after the kitty photos and comments.
ART sense, nonsense, spare me a dime Drama queens, silly things, undefinable crime Fashion drinkers, homeless drunks, boggle your mind Brewpubs, food trucks, signs of the time
Who cares for things we do If there’s little for me and nothing for you
Brewpubs, food trucks, gurgling sound Turn off, tune out, we need to look around Look at the wealth, look at the wealth, yeah, yeah Look at the wealth, look at the wealth, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Our polls have divided our world in two Thrown us off to the side, middle finger screw you Politicians choke their chickens, nothing is new A house full of lunatics with a bad point-of-view
Who cares for things we do If there’s little for me and nothing for you
ART sense, nonsense, spare me a dime Drama queens, silly things, undefinable crime Fashion drinkers, homeless drunks, boggle your mind Brewpubs, food trucks, signs of the time
Who cares for things we do If there’s little for me and nothing for you
From LA to New York City Canada to the wall It’s like bad renditions Of movies like “The Fall”
So many lamentations News gives us all a fright Only sick and grave predictions We are in an awful plight
You can take your clothes off and stand naked in the rain But there’s no one to see you, now isn’t that a shame? Isn’t that a shame? Come on.
Inside can’t go out Livin’ la vida lockdown Makes us scream and shout Livin’ la vida lockdown We can’t earn our bread Enough to drive us loca Lockdowns wear us out Livin’ la vida lockdown (oh man!) Livin’ la vida lockdown (how sad!) Livin’ la vida lockdown
Woke up such a pity what a funky nasty spell We do your part to save some money But it’s like a living hell
Restless, climbing walls, all this waiting’s such a pain Now we’re all alone, and it’s driving us insane Yeah, we’ll never be the same
Inside can’t go out Livin’ la vida lockdown Makes us scream and shout Livin’ la vida lockdown We can’t earn our bread Enough to drive us loca Lockdowns wear us out Livin’ la vida lockdown (oh man!) Livin’ la vida lockdown (how sad!) Livin’ la vida lockdown
Ride a horse naked like Godiva in the rain But there’s no one to see you, isn’t that a shame? Isn’t that a shame? Come on.
Inside can’t go out Livin’ la vida lockdown Makes us scream and shout Livin’ la vida lockdown We can’t earn our bread Enough to drive us loca Lockdowns wear us out Livin’ la vida lockdown (Yeah!)
Livin’ la vida lockdown
Livin’ la vida lockdown Livin’ la vida lockdown Livin’ la vida lockdown
We went over to Lane’s house on Sunday night for pizza and a movie. We watched “Guardians of the Universe”. It was a fun movie with wonderful characters. Lane built a blazing fire. Tesla gave us his jailbird cat act as we were leaving.
Fiery place
Resa’s, Tiffany’s, Robin’s, Teagan’s and Susan’s trees against a wild sky.
Fiery sky to the west.
The crow highway is barely visible against the clouds above the Sandias.
I think this holiday season has gone to the cats. Tesla was the butler for the party at Lane’s house last night. He donned his bowtie and made sure we were well taken care of with plenty of kitty antics.
Romeo, Tesla and Guildenstern were classic today. We went over the Lane’s house and played with Tesla and he posed for me. Then we dropped by Laurie’s parent’s house and Romeo was disgusted that we walked in smelling of Tesla. Earlier in the day we put carrot cake outside on the deck to cool, and when Laurie whispered “…don’t tell Guildenstern!” he perked right up and looked around to see what we were whispering his name for.
I took René in for his quarterly beak trim. Classical KHFM was playing an opera during our drive to the vet, and when René heard the woman’s voice he started to hoot and whistle like he does when he’s flirting with women. I found it interesting that he reacted the same way to a beautiful voice as he does to a beautiful woman.
Lane brought Tesla to the Christmas celebration. He was a little pouffy at first in a stand off with Romeo. Then he ran and played wildly. Romeo still didn’t approve, so it was time out, sit in the corner for Tesla.
Off Center & Not Even 