Quick, Dirty; Like a Mudslide Through a $3 Million Home
by Your Diva, Robin Pastorio-Newman

In honor of the new Johnnie Walker and Bombay Sapphire TV ads after many years' absence, Your Darling, Your Diva, Your One True Love offers the joy of quick heads of steam, the reading of which is just as good as anything one does while thinking of someone else.
 
King Missile III released a new album last month, The Psychopathology of Everyday Life (try www.clamazon.com, but no guarantees, my dear ones). Your Ithsmus wishes desperately these passionate geniuses would take their show on the road, preferably the Turnpike South, to Exit 9, Route 18 North, to the Route 27 South exit. Where New Brunswick interferes with a nice view of Princeton.
 
Your Ice Floe believes a commute to work, which after all only offers a paycheck and shouldn't cut into time devoted to spending it, should be breathtakingly brief. Hostile to the environment brief. Greenpeace watching with disdain as one drives brief. Brief. Twice during the past two weeks, during Your Archepelago's brief beeline home, her radio played Sammy Hagar's Heavy Metal. Dave and Sammy are touring together this summer. With so many Horsemen galloping down this stretch of road it looks like the South of the Border Sign of the Apocalypse.
 
Rosemary Clooney aged 74 years, then, as is customary among the especially fabulous, became ageless this week.
 
The audience for O Brother, Where Art Thou? will caper with glee to learn Down From the Mountain is available at the video store. Oh sure, it's been there, but unless one stumbles upon the exact video released at the exact moment to feature a preview of the old timey music documentary, one stands a snowball's chance in Haiti of hearing a note. The preview looks like fun, but so did bungi jumping before the internal injuries. The search begins.
 
A member of The Who has gone to the Hotel Bar in the Sky. Surprise! It was John Entwhistle, who from all outward appearances seemed like the one candidate for a long taciturn life. (Entwhistle was so low key one hopes they checked his pulse twice.) Two weeks ago, Your Volcanic Island Chain exhorted altrok readers to bet against media executives in the Dead Pool. Which of you stacked the deck?
 

©2002 Robin Pastorio-Newman