Rowdy’s Dream Blog #326: There’s a Mountain Lion
My mother and I step off the neighbor’s porch right next to a sleeping mountain lion. I back away slowly and run to get my camera. The lion is gone when I return. A neighbor woman tells me it's now in her garage under the hose. I lift the garage door slowly. I can see its fur and I close it again quickly.
Sometimes, people take the liberty of exciting every old-school gamer by muralizing their garage entrance. I am completely and totally in support of this and, needless to say, driving by this Pac-Man mural every day keeps me pretty entertained. Keep an eye out for street art. Finding little gems like this make driving to work seem far less mundane, and may even keep that third-cup-of-coffee craving at bay. ... for a while longer.
Editor's note: Enjoy the Nuevo Mexicano chiptune banjo-pop of Bud Melvin below.
New whorled order convenes Saturday
This week’s Flyer on the Wall spirals out of control to invite psych-lovers out to see Denver’s Thee Dang Dangs and locals CanyonLands, Terri Schiavo Dance Party and The Fucking Adventures at Iron Haus (715 Iron SW) on Saturday night. Check out work by performing acts below.
Flyer on the Wall
The Daily Word in Bob Schwartz, Call of Duty and a garage murder-suicide.
General John Allen is ensnared in Operation Secret Girlfriend.
TS Eliot’s widow Valerie died.
Five are dead in a tragic garage murder-suicide.
The eye in the drain.
What’s Hillary Clilnton’s favorite TV show? Hint: it’s not as funny as Green Acres.
Futuristic bionic hand scares children.
What’s in a crazy person’s suitcase?
Cyber attacks are on the sneaky rise.
Should your church influence your voting?
“Call of Duty” is linked to Call of Not Feeling Well Today (Cough).
A pine marten turns up.
A woman ran over her husband for not voting.
Petitions have been filed for 20 states to secede from the nation. Presumably because Romney didn’t win.
The scary Black Jesus will steal your soul.
Victoria’s Secret apologizes for a tasteless and culturaly insensitive sexy Indian costume.
Look at these cool paper sculptures.
I somewhat disagree with this list of greatest Bond songs.
There’s a body in a burnt car south of Belen.
A man called 911 and confessed to a 1991 murder.
Happy birthday, Dack Rambo.
Thanks to Constance Moss and Susan Petersen for the excellent links!
Flyer on the Wall
A plague befalls the Blackbird Buvette (509 Central NW) on Tuesday, Jan. 25, when DJ Caterwaul debuts a monthly, ochre-colored night known as Low Life. Expect deep psych, garage, punk, freaky rock and other sounds from his musical dungeon. The tunes begin at 9 p.m. Entry is free, but only for those of legal drinking age. (Jessica Cassyle Carr)