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Axl Rose when he was somehow still cool.Guns N’ Roses were last relevant when I was in high school. That was a long time ago.

It was right at the beginning of my sophomore year that they released the albums Use You Illusion I and Use Your Illusion II.

On bus rides to Cross Country meets, it was as if everyone was listening to one or the other on their Sony Discmans.

I didn’t even have a real CD player at home yet, so I felt a little left out — that was okay though, I was a MUCH bigger fan of Metallica anyway like the metal-heads except I was never a metal-head… Made for some lonely bus rides…

Anyway, it wasn’t long, we’re talking maybe a week, before Nirvana came around and squashed them both…

In the case of GNR, I’d say that Nirvana all but eradicated them…

Until now…

Their long awaited album titled Chinese Democracy is set to come out tomorrow.

Yes, tomorrow!

OMG! OMG! Can you feel the excitement!

I, for one, am not that excited. Actually, I could care less — I just think it’s funny that something that has been talked about and hyped since I was still in high school is coming out now. And still has some hype…

I mean, why? It’s pretty apparent that it’s going to bomb.

Kinda like that last INXS album… How’d that song go? “It ain’t pretty…

No, it wasn’t…

But there is one good thing about GNR’s album release…

Dr. PepperDr. Pepper, in a silly sort of promo betting that the album would NEVER actually be released, said that they would give everyone in America a free Dr. Pepper when/if the album ever came out.

Tomorrow’s the date and Dr. Pepper is sorta pulling a fast one by only offering the coupons on their website for 24 hours (LAME!), so don’t forget to head over to and print out your coupon.

But wait for tomorrow.

There isn’t any mention of the promo there yet.

Again, lame… like the album.

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Vote Yes!If you’re living in the United States, you’ve no doubt noticed all of the political lawn signs littering nearly every other house’s lawn.

Though I live in a traditionally “blue” state, so it’s not much of a surprise, it’s difficult not to notice that Obama signs outnumber McCain signs 10 to 1.

Though, given Connecticut’s presidential voting record over the past 10 elections, well, that’s not really unexpected.

But the more interesting signs are the more local “Vote Yes!” or “Vote No!” signs.

In some towns, it’s a referendum on whether a Walmart or Home Depot should be built in town. For others, it regards a new town swimming pool, or the formation of a dog park, or reduced City Hall hours.

At the state level, it’s usually about something boring like labeling organic food differently or something controversial like gay marriage.

It’s these signs, the Yes/No ones, that I’ve noticed the most this election year.

In my town, without going into the specific issue — it doesn’t really matter, “No” signs outnumber “Yes” signs at least 20 to 1. At least.

In a neighboring town, with a different issue on the ballot, their “Yes” signs outnumber the “No” signs in a landslide.

In both towns, it doesn’t seem to matter if you’ve got the Obama/Biden or McCain/Palin sign out front.

The local issues are seldom something decided down party lines.

But how are they decided?

See, in both instances, the more popular sign is the one that’s short-sighted and, well, wrong. Progress inhibiting, for sure.

That puts me at a total loss… Or does it?

My theory is that most of these folks don’t really know any of the details of the side they’ve decided to support and, then, showcase proudly on their lawn.

Just plain ignorance, really.

Using the Walmart example, the biggest opposition when it comes to a new Walmart always seems to be the added traffic each store brings.

In the 90’s, the town I grew up in voted on a “Walmart” type of issue. Simply, “Yes” to Walmart or “No” to Walmart.

At the time, the “No” signs heavily outweighed the “Yes” signs. Traffic, as it often is, was the issue.

A little back history first…

In the 1980’s, my home town had two regional department stores — Bradlee’s and Caldor. Just up the road, there was an Ames.

If you needed something, every one of those store would most definitely have it.

But, as everyone now knows, Walmart emerged from seemingly out of no where and went national putting pretty much every competing department store out of business in the process. Bradlee’s, Caldor, and Ames included.

CaldorSo, here in town, we had three vacant “big box” stores. All at the same time — for years — and then Walmart came knocking.

Not to build a new store, but to take over one of the vacant buildings and restore an eyesore of a plaza back to it’s former glory.

Sounds like a good thing, right?

Well, the people in town, obviously swayed by the sea of “No” lawn signs voted it down. Citing traffic or some such silly reason.

Walmart was not coming to town.

It didn’t take long before people started to realize — hey, if I need a 90-minute Memorex cassette or something, we don’t have any stores that sell that sort of thing anymore.

Where do you buy something like an alarm clock? Coffee maker? Cheap jewelry? Socks? Head phones? Shower curtain? School supplies?

I know!

You could buy all of that stuff 25 miles away where they put a Walmart into an old shuttered Bradlee’s!

Voting “No” was stupid.

It was wrong.

It was shortsighted.

Now, 15 years later, of course, a Walmart occupies that former Caldor building. Bradlee’s was torn down to make way for an expanding grocery store and a new movie theatre. Ame’s former location is now a Tractor Supply Co.

But for 3 or 4 years, all three buildings sat vacant. And people in town had to travel to neighboring towns to buy, well, all of their dry goods. All of them. We had grocery stores and car dealerships. That’s it.

Now that’s how to drive a local economy…into the ground.

Remember, the most vocal are usually the least informed.

So, come November 4th, when you’re filling in the circles on your ballot, be sure to select the option you saw the least of during your drive to the polling station.

Chances are, that will be the wiser decision.

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Nintendo Entertainment SystemIt’s funny how as you get older, parting with huge sums of money gets more and more difficult…

Just days into my plan of making car payments to myself, and feeling pretty good about it too, commenter Cath recently mentioned that, though she’s doing the same thing, she’d have a hard time parting with all of that saved up money in one shot

I found the comment pretty intriguing and, after thinking about it some, I think I’m exactly the same type of person.

Let’s fast-forward 4-5 years and say that my “auto” savings account has grown to around $20k. My current vehicle isn’t getting the job done and I’m car shopping.

I don’t know that I’d be able to just wipe out all of that savings in one fell swoop.

That’s probably because I’m a hoarder. A collector. An accumulator.

But I wasn’t always that way…

The first big ticket item I ever really religiously saved up for was the Nintendo Entertainment System.

It came out when I was in the fourth grade. Jay Mooney, who was more of an acquaintance than a friend, lived up the street and was the first person I knew to actually get one. It was awesome.

I mean, it blew my Atari 2600 out of the water. Clear out of the water.

It was even better than Intellivision. Even the rich kids with Colecovision were jealous of Jay Mooney.

I wanted one. Bad.

One problem, though.

It was expensive and my parents weren’t about to spring for it.

It’s funny, to this day, I’m not really sure my mom can even pronounce Nintendo correctly… She wasn’t alone either. A number of my friend’s parents referred to it as, “Intendo”. Weird.

Maybe that’s why none of us actually got a Nintendo for Christmas in fourth grade (or fifth) — our parents were looking for something called the “Intendo” Entertainment System instead.

Any way, it was apparent that this was something that I was going to have to save up for myself.

At the time, the version I wanted (the one that came with the gun for DuckHunt) was $199.99 at Toys-R-Us.

Earning a sporadic $5/week wage (allowance) and $5 per lawn mow during the summer, it seemed as if I’d never get there.

And I didn’t.

The next door neighbor and I suffered the entire summer between 4th and 5th grade playing “Pitfall II” and “Congo Bongo” on the Atari 2600 on a 13-inch black and white television knowing full well that up the street, Jay Mooney was playing Mach Rider in full color.

We did the same the next summer too.

Looking back, we probably should have pooled our money.

Apparently the idea of “sharing” never crossed our minds.

But I remember getting really excited when I’d reached the $50 mark. I’d never had that much money in my life.

I could finally start to imagine having my very own Nintendo. To speed up the pace, I started pilfering $1/day from the lunch money my mother would give me each morning.

Being the dork that I was, I remember ironing all of the $1 bills I had so that they looked really cool all in a stack. I even taped a piece of paper around them like they do at the bank.

As months turned into years, it started to feel like I’d never make it, but I held on to the goal.

One day, the Nintendo Entertainment System would be mine.

Thankfully, at that point in history, Nintendo didn’t have any real challengers (like XBOX or Playstation), otherwise I’d have had to rethink my planned purchase.

Then, as luck would have it, my stash of cash got a major boost when my uncle slipped me a $100. “Shhhh… don’t tell your dad…”

I had enough!

I didn’t tell my dad about the $100, but it had to be pretty obvious. I mean, where would I have gotten a nice crisp $100 bill? Seriously…

My parents drove me down to KB Toys at our local mall (now torn down) and I had the privilege of asking to purchase one of their big ticket items. You know, the stuff that was kept behind glass…

It was so cool walking out of there.

That night, the Atari was disconnected for all eternity.

My sister and I hooked up the Nintendo full of excitement only to realize that, while we now had a Nintendo of our own, we only had two games (Super Mario Bros. and Duckhunt) and we’d played both of them to death over the past few years at friends’ houses.

Making matters worse, *everyone* had those two games, so we couldn’t even use them as trade bait. No one wanted to borrow those two games.

It was pretty horrible stomping on goombas and koopa troopas without any sort of challenge.

The light at the end of the tunnel was, as it turned out, well, boring.

That first night, in one sitting, I played through all 24 levels to win the game. Levels 7-1, 7-2, and 7-3 are easily the most difficult.

Back to saving I went…

Thankfully, while the system itself was too expensive for my parents to buy for us, the games were not.

Unfortunately the games I remember getting for Christmas were forgettable titles like “Jordan vs. Bird” and “A Boy and his Blob“…

A couple of years later, it was another year of saving for the Sega Genesis…

Rinse and repeat, really.

But now, like Cath, I can’t imagine spending every last penny in one shot — even if I’d saved up for it.

Already, now, I’m excited by the twelve cents of interest I’ve earned so far…

I almost think that I might prefer to pay back debt rather than eliminate my savings to prevent taking on debt…


The FurbyI wish someone could adequately explain to me why “home prices continuing to fall” is a bad thing?

I must be missing something — it’s something mentioned in every single article about the economy.

I’d say with confidence that a great deal of the population is not in the market of buying and selling homes on a regular basis — so, really, what does the value of your home matter for, well, this HUGE slice of the population?

Nothing as far as I can tell. It’s just an asset on paper — it’s not like it “feeds” the economy.

From that smaller slice of the population, let’s say half are in the market to buy a house and half are in the market to sell a house.

For that first group, the buyers, the decreasing value of homes is a godsend. I mean, homes are on sale. Not for sale, but on sale.

If the trend continues, they may even fall to the clearance rack.

That is good news for buyers. While I wouldn’t complain for a second about the price that I paid for my house in 2002, I certainly wouldn’t have minded if it had been, well, in the bargain bin.

For the sellers out there, well, it’s not such a great time. If they purchased their home within the past 2-3 years, well, chances are, they can’t get what they paid for it. That sucks.

But guess what? For nearly everything I’ve bought in my life, if I were to sell it now, I’d take a loss. That’s the way things go…

I once paid too much for a Furby one Christmas. Don’t laugh. Sure, it’s a smaller scale, but percentage wise, I overpaid by well over 400%. Maybe even 500%.

That’s HUGE!

I don’t know of anyone’s home that has gone down anywhere near that much. I also don’t know anyone that has overpaid by that much.

Yeah, I might get ripped off by a couple hundred percent on a must-have toy during the holidays, but I’m pretty sure that none of the homebuyers in the recent past have been “had” for that kind of percentage.

In the end, I’m not going to get my money back. As much joy as that robotic cat-bird thing brings me on the rare occasion that I wake it up (maybe once per year), it will never be worth what I paid for it. On eBay, Furbies just like mine sell for less than $10.

But you know what? I got over it.

My advice to those insistent on selling now is: just wait it out. Don’t move for the sake of moving — it’s as if it became trendy to move every few years and those are the people that are up in arms right now. Yeah, you made a bad move.

But now, change your ways. Stay put. It’s not worth loosing your shirt. Yeah, you paid too much and that’s too bad. Luckily, in time, your home will most definitely increase in value.

Now, I know some people out there are going to say that they’ve purchased a home for X amount of money and now it’s not worth anywhere near that — but they’re still saddled with a corresponding mortgage bill to the X price tag.

What about those people?

To them, I’d ask, “Who decided to purchase the house at X price? Who was it?”

Going back to the Furby, it was my choice, though unwise and poorly thought-out, to overpay for such a thing. And it was my choice alone.

Those people chose to purchase those homes. They signed the dotted line. Somewhere in the process, they must have thought, “Yeah, that’s a fair price. Let’s buy it.”

And they did. And who’s fault is that?

It’s not the government. And it’s not the mortgage company either.

Clearly, it’s the homeowner’s fault.

Seems I’ve meandered two rants into one Joe Biden style…

I think I’m done now.

Happy Sunday!

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Dwight Evans.  The real one, not the gerbil duo…Well, last night I took in the first game of the season. The seats I picked out, sight unseen, for my season tickets are awesome. I’m very happy with the selection — though being right next to the student section and seeing many of them in shirts that said “Class of 2012” made me feel very, very, very old…

It was the first NCAA women’s game I’d ever been to and I was pretty excited at the start, though, as it was my first game, everyone on the ice was essentially an anonymous nobody.

The size of crowd wasn’t all that great, respectable, but not that great. Probably because it was women’s game, which is kinda sad.

True, the hitting isn’t like it is in the men’s game, but the passing, well, the women set-up plays like the men used to in the 1980’s before all that mattered was the size of the player. It’s like a throwback to the best years of the NHL.

I should probably also mention that the home team, my “new” team, lost 7-0. Ouch. On opening night. Double ouch.

When I was young, I had a friend that was originally from Boston. The Red Sox were his team. He even had Red Sox curtains in his room and his gerbils were named “Dwight” and “Evans”. I’m pretty sure his brother’s middle name was even “Fisk”. Yeah, they were die hard.

I remember being at his house over the summer pretty regularly and his dad would seemingly always be on the couch watching the game, probably a Red Sox game, and his mom would shout from the kitchen, “Are we winning?” with genuine interest.

I always thought that was kind of silly.

See, at my house, if we happened to be watching a sporting event (a rare occasion), we’d say something like, “Are they winning?”

Notice the difference?

See, we didn’t have a team at my house. The whole concept of referring to the team as if we were actually a part of it was completely foreign to me. Dare I say, it almost seemed stupid?

Then, after University, I latched on to our local professional hockey team. I was even earning a paycheck from them. I mean, in that instance, I really was a part of the team — it would be understandable to refer to the team as if I was on it — yeah, we won tonight.

But for probably 10 seasons, that never happened. It was only this past season that I found myself saying, “Yeah, we’re gonna make the playoffs…” The funny part about it is that I wasn’t even on the team anymore but I felt more connected. Go figure?

Either way, I kinda liked it. Yeah, they’re “my” team.

So now, I’ve moved on to this new team and, as I said, last night was the first game.

Twenty three seconds in, “my” team was losing. Great start.

As the first period wore on, and my team fell deeper and deeper into a hole (the other team wiped the floor with them all night), I started to familiarize myself with the names on their backs, you know, to try to feel moreconnected to all of these anonymous nobodies so I could root for them.

I mean, I think the only reason I started calling the last team “mine” was because I was familiar with everyone on the team.


Not in a personal way, but in a sort of I-know-you-but-you-don’t-know-me sort of way. In my mind, we were on a first name basis. To non-sports fans, I’m sure that makes no sense. It may even sound creepy.

College sports, though, are tough to get behind if you’re not alumni because there is so much turn around on the rosters. At best, a player will only be there for four seasons.

On the men’s side of things, basketball specifically, you may only get one or two years out a player before they go pro, fail out, get expelled, or go to prison. What is it with these top level NCAA basketball programs? Seriously…

Anyway, it’s tough to make a connection when your favorite player could be gone next season. Every season. Just a rotating door of anonymous nobodies. What fun is that? There isn’t any connection to be made, other than to the logo on the front of the jersey…

Jordan Elkins, Kate Wheeler, and Chelsea IllchuckThat’s why I was happy to notice that the three players that stood out the most for me last night were all freshman — Jordan Elkins, Kate Wheeler, and Chelsea Illchuck — they gave it their all, down 7 goals, right to the final horn.

Injuries and interests aside, they’ll be on the team for another three years — maybe I can get into this…

Their next game is this afternoon, against the same team, so hopefully they fare a little better and I learn a few more player names.

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Kids in the CarJust read this in the paper this morning — front page news, actually, in the local daily.

I hate stories like this. Sometimes, it makes me wonder how long my own personal rap sheet will be when I have kids.

Now, because I don’t want to draw any more attention to this poor man, I’ve blanked out most of his name. I don’t know, to protect, well, the innocent, in my opinion…

Father Charged with Leaving Kids in Car Playing Game Under Blanket

A Milwaukee man turned himself into police last week after he allegedly left his two young children under a blanket unattended playing a video game in a rental car outside a supermarket last month.

Scott K—–e, 41, was charged with risk of injury and leaving a child unsupervised in public. He made his initial court appearance Friday.

A police spokesman said the boys, aged 7 and 5, were unharmed and their father meant no harm when he tossed a blanket over them so they could play a video game while he went inside a grocery store to buy them drinks.

“He certainly wasn’t trying to smother his kids,” the officer said.

“It was irresponsible on his part, because the children could have been abducted or have had some kind of medical emergency.” .

The man was in town visiting when he took the boys with him to the store. They were playing a video game in the back of the man’s rental car and complained of the sun’s glare on the screen.

K—–e covered them in a blanket so they could play, but while he was in the store, a passer-by saw the children and called police.

When police arrived, K—–e and his children were gone, though police found him through his license plate.

A warrant was issued for his arrest but didn’t allow for extradition. Police said K—–e turned himself in at police headquarters last Thursday. He was released on a $2,500 non-surety bond.

A police spokesman said while K—–e’s actions were unintentional, the charges against him were deserved.

“You can’t leave your kids alone in a parking lot for a period of time,” according to police.

He also credited the witness for calling police after noticing the children in the back of the car.

“Without a doubt they were right to do that. They recognized a serious situation. The kids were being placed in some danger being left alone.”

Certainly not worthy of having your name splashed across the front of a newspaper.

Worst. Father. Ever.

That wasn’t the headline, but it may as well have been…

Sometimes I wish people would mind their own business.

I’ve seen first hand old ladies call police in parking lots when they see someone disciplining their child. Taking down plate numbers and things.

Drives me crazy — especially when you *know* that their childhood was identical to what they’re seeing in the parking lot. Actually, it was probably worse.

Now I’m not saying parents should beat the crap out of their kids or leave newborns (or pets) in the car for long periods of time, but kids ages 5 and 7? C’mon…

I walked to school when I was 5. Should my parents have been arrested?

The police can say whatever they like, but I really hate when they make it out like there are potential kidnappers, crack heads, Muslim extremists, and pedophiles lurking on every corner.

It’s just not true.

It’s a gross exaggeration.

Reading and hearing stuff like that makes me sometimes wonder if I should call the police every time I see a kid ride his or her bike past my house. Sometimes, gasp, they’re not even wearing helmets!!!! OMG!

And I should probably whip out my cell phone and call 911 each time I see children running through a sprinkler unattended. They could drown.

Really, it could happen.

But you know what? I’d never do that. Unless there is a real eminent threat, it’s none of my business.

I’ll keep an eye on it myself, like when you see a toddler wander off in the shoe department of Target or something, maybe try to steer them back to their parents, but to call the police? Please… that’s over-reacting.

I can’t tell you how many times my parents left me in the car when they’d run in to the grocery store to pick up a few things.

It was a win/win situation.

They could move faster in there without me and I really had no interest in going in either.

And back then, we didn’t even have video games or DVD players to occupy our time — I locked the doors and looked out the window. Sometimes I surfed on the hump on the floor between the two back seats.

Remember doing that? I’m sure you do — everyone did it. Even when the car was moving! Wheeee!

I was a world class car hump surfer by age 4. Hump of choice — a 1978 Chevy Malibu. Maybe it was a ’79? We could be on an unpaved road and, still, I could easily hang ten… It was awesome.

Nowadays, kids have to be strapped to a car seat until they’re over 55 inches tall. I’m not sure I was even that tall when I went into Junior High…

Now, besides locking the door and staying put, there was just one other rule for waiting in the car: Don’t touch the emergency brake.

Now, at the time, I didn’t know it was called the emergency break, but I did know that I wasn’t to touch that thing between the two front seats. I remember my dad telling me that it would cause the car to flip over — I believed him.

One time, stupidly, while my dad was in a long gone grocery store named Fitzgerald’s buying raspberry ginger ale or something, I pressed the button, and released the break.

The car did NOT flip over.

It didn’t. I can attest to that.

Emergency breaks do not make cars flip over.

But it did move. In a panic, I pulled it back up and the car stopped.

Thankfully, the car didn’t roll far enough to hit another car. It just rolled far enough to make it look like my dad had purposefully parked across multiple spots, like you often see, oddly enough, in parking lots these days.

Ever wonder why it always seems to be a pimped out Mitsubishi parked like that? Like they’re somehow worthy of taking up 4 parking spots? For heaven’s sake, it’s a Mitsubishi…

Sometimes I get the urge to park really close right next to them.

Anyway, yeah, sure, that could have been a dangerous situation. I learned from it.

So when I have kids, I probably won’t tell them that touching the emergency break will cause the car to flip over.

I’ll still tell them to never touch it — after I first let them release it in the driveway or something to scare the crap out of them.

Of course, the neighbors across the street will likely witness this and moments later I’ll be hauled off in handcuffs…

Mind your own business…

(and it’s odd to me that they can issue a warrant for something like this based on third party information, but they’ll do nothing when you call to report reckless driving that you see from the same car every single morning on your way to work… you know, something that actually is a threat to public safety…)

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Gerry Beckley of the rock band America

This is photo I took today of Gerry Beckley from the rock band America.

We saw them today at the Hebron Harvest Fair for $10. Yes, that’s two dollars less than it cost us to see Smash Mouth last week.

For the younger set that may have never heard of the band America, well, guess what? They’ve been ripped off by Janet Jackson, used in the video game Grand Theft Auto, and in a recent Vera Wang commercial for Kohl’s.

Guaranteed, you’ve heard their stuff — you probably just didn’t realize it. And no, it doesn’t suck.

Janet Jackson sucks.

I mean, who resorts to a “wardrobe malfunction” to generate press?  Who does that?  Seriously…  That’s bush league…

Anyway, America’s show was much, much, much better than that of Smash Mouth last week, even being a member short — founding member Dewey Bunnell wasn’t on stage due to a “medical problem”.

No worries for me though, my favorites by the group are all sung by Gerry Beckley and he was great.

Being that I’m not really old enough to have heard their original hits when they first came out, my personal favorite is from the 1980’s.

You Can Do Magic” from 1982 still holds up. I don’t know why, but for me, it does.

Watch the video. I mean, it doesn’t get any cheesier than that. It just doesn’t.  Five guys facing forward with silly smiles on their faces.   Cheezy but great at the same time.

Remember when all videos were like that? I do.

Surprisingly, they opened the show with one of their bigger hits, “Ventura Highway“.

At first, I was a little worried that that might mean they’d fill the next half hour with a bunch of new stuff that I wasn’t really interested in, you know, “Here’s a cut from our upcoming album…”, but they didn’t disappoint.

I’m not much more than a casual fan, but they only played one or two songs that I hadn’t heard before. They had that many hits.

Sure, these days the only place you’ll hear them in their entirety (and not just a few bars sampled by some talentless rapper) is at the dentist’s office or in line at the grocery store, but there aren’t too many bands that can play for well over an hour and fill the time with songs even the casual fan knows the words to.

They closed the night with “Horse with No Name” which, unfortunately, was only so-so because Dewey Bunnell usually sings lead on that one. As I said earlier, he wasn’t there.

The high point that really got the crowd going was an extended version of “Sister Golden Hair“. It’s another of their big hits and Gerry Beckley (the guy pictured above) was full of energy and sounded exactly like he did on the original recording some 33 years ago.

Anyway, great show at a great price.

Up next for us is the Guess Who in a couple of weeks. I’m not feeling real great about that show — I’m pretty sure the only real members touring with them right now are the drummer and the bassist. Neither one sang their hits.

That’s the case with a lot of bands from the 60’s or 70’s (even the 80’s and 90’s really). You know, you run the risk of seeing a band full of a bunch of replacement members touring under the name of a popular band. A great example is Journey. I’m sorry, but without Steve Perry singing lead, you can’t call yourself Journey. But they do.

America, to a degree, is no different in that respect. But the two lead vocalists are still around and the drummer and guitarist we saw today are the same two guys in that “You Can Do Magic” video from 1982…

That was 26 years ago.

Not much of a rotating line-up, which is probably why they still put on a pretty good show.

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Not sure how the founders of Cuil (pronounced like “cool”) hope to stick it to their former employer, Google, when all their site has been displaying is:

Cuil Debut

I wish them luck, but there have been quite a few Google challengers over the past few years…  None have been successful.

Yahoo is still hanging on (How? I have no idea…), but unless Cuil offers something really really new and exciting, well, they’ll go the way of Magellan — my original search engine of choice — in a matter of months…

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