-  oh nikita you will never know, anything about my home…  don’t ask me why, but that song “nikita” by elton john is in my head this morning.  i did listen to elton this morning when i was getting ready for work.  i thought tiny dancer was good for ironing my pants.  but that nikita song always annoyed me.  and now i have it in my head.

its one of those USA/USSR relations things that was so prevalent back in the 80’s.  if you think about how much great art, both film and music was drawn from that global story line in the 80’s, its astounding.  the fourth rocky movie alone.  especially with the second use of a survivor song in a rocky movie.  everybody remembers “the eye of the tiger,” but what about “the burning heart” as rocky is training in russia?  “in the warrior’s code, there’s no surrender..”  wow.  lyrical genius!

spies like us?  comedic genius!  “doctor”  “doctor.”  “doctor.”  “doctor.”  classic chevy chase and dan akroyd.

“toy soldiers” by martika?  she made me feel the coldness in the cold war.

all the concerts and benefits and mikhail with reagan.  i think a little bit of russia is what the US needs to get morale back.  that subtle jingoistic approach to music and movies.

tongue in cheek.

-  so last night was indoor volleyball night.  my ass is wiped.  okay.  that didn’t sound right.  my ass is dragging.  i am wiped.  there.

it was a long night down at the SW2.  traffic sucked hind tit and the little mexican lady that studied my receipt for what seemed like an eternity still botched my order at the mickey d’s drive through (i am not going to let go of our society’s misspelling of words for convenience).  diez nuggets! no es un big mac y hamburgeusa con queso!  odelay vato!  so i was running behind.

then when i got there, two of the courts weren’t even up and the other two were at women’s height and needed raised.  now i am fifteen minutes behind schedule for the night.  fiddlestix!

on top of that, the delcaration was put out this week by management, no pay, no play.  this was tough for me because i usually give my teams a couple of weeks to resolve their balance and i had to take the hard line in the second week.  be the prick as it were.  i even made one guy go up to the other facility to zip his credit card through or he would have had to forfeit his match.  it was a real pain in the ass on top of getting all the new teams that haven’t acclimated to my demeanor started “on time.”

the competitive division this season is going to be tight.  it seems to be a pretty level playing field even though there are a few teams that just need to kick in the turbos to put teams away.  our squad went 3-3 last night, which wasn’t bad.  but we were all sucking wind and dragging ass toward the end.  six games is a lot in one night.  especially if, like me, you haven’t played like that in two or three months.

and the recreational teams seem to all be enjoying themselves.  i try to toy with them all so that they realize its not all about winning.  hell, come drink beers in between games.  i don’t care.

-  i am not totally sold on hand sanitizer.  i mean, yes, the alcohol probably helps kill germs and such that are on your mitts.  but all that other gel type shit that is in hand sanitizer still lingers there.  its not like it all just evaporates along with the dead germs.  and if you eat right after that, aren’t you in fact just ingesting dead germ jelly on top of your grub?  i don’t know.

-  tomorrow night is gallery crawl night up in NoDa.  make sure you go.  i am not sure how many more of these there will be with the weather getting colder.  i think the green rice gallery is displaying some of the pieces of that homeless artist that was run over by a drunk lady last week.  could be some good stuff.

on top of that, the unfit mothers are playing at dolce vita and there is no cover.  you just can’t beat that.

-  my pants feel tight today.

piece out.