I'm coming home to you, alabama, here I come in Adjunct to 8/9/2013 flash friday; a trinity of flashs

My phone is notoriously wrong about the weather. I mean measurably wrong, like stick your head out the window kind of wrong. It’s hot and humid as a motherfucker out there and my phone says it’s just hot and humid as shit. I don’t believe it’s just my phone, I think everyone using accuweather app on their phone gets the same thing; here at least. Places like Portland or LA it’s kind of hard to fuck up a weather report. It’s been very hot in both places. It’s summer.

Not sure if I mentioned it or not; my ENT gave me some samples of a fancy prescription nose spray. All those headachey, after-image-y, pulsing in the ear and eye things seem to be abating. This morning the pharmacy called, I guess he called in a script as well.

I went into the world for a few errands today, that’s how I know how to compare the tempatrue to which multi-syllabic curse word.

Um I probably had something on my mind. It might have melted. I’m going to add two songs to this entry, Southren Man by Neil Young and Sweet Home Alabama by Lynard Skynard. Many of you will know both, though you’ve heard sweet home Alabama much more recently (I have twenty bucks says that). Some of you won’t know either because you are still in the flower of your youth (Which people start telling you at around thirty, before that you’re a kid). Of those who only know one of these songs, I’m betting that same twenty that 99 percent of y’all only know sweet home Alabama. To be fair to people who listen to music Sweet Home Alabama is a lot catchier and certainly more fun.

What might be lost, however, to some is a line in Sweet Home Alabama (one I never quite heard right, or at least thought “I can’t be hearing that right”) that depends on knowing Southern Man. The line is “… I hope Neil Young will remember, a southern man don’t need him ‘round anyhow …”

Ok. I’m putting ice cube on me. Lock up your mothers. It’s a Lake Effect thing.