Now I'm listening to my favourite Grateful Dead songs, Scarlett Begonia and Fire on the Mountain.

Jerry .... Jerry, we love you, they scream!

I have cds in my collection that I haven't listened to in years, and sometimes I forget the group even sounds like.

I'm playing this cd from Rusted Root entitled When I Woke.

It's good. Here's what the Amazon review says, "Imagine the Gypsy Kings as hippies from Pittsburgh and you'll have a handle on Rusted Root. Energetic, largely acoustic worldbeat jams like "Ecstasy" and "Martyr"."

I was afraid I was going to put music on that I don't even like anymore, but I still like it. It's definitely an homage to the hippie stoner world beat phase of my life. Brenda the elf girl hippie chick ... what a hoot!

I went out for a walk at lunch time, and here's an example of stupid things I wonder about.

I once watched a porno movie with a boyfriend, who kept going on and on about how he liked when the porn chick's breasts moved. Like it really made him excited. Why this was such a big deal to this guy is something I've never been able to figure out to this day, but that's neither here nor there.

So I'm wondering on my walk if the breasts of women who have fake racks, the big plastique kind, shake when they're having sex. Do they jiggle, do they bounce up and down? And if not, are guys like my ex-boyfriend not getting turned on by pornos anymore, or at least that aspect of the porno movie? I mean, it's so interesting to me, only because the exboyfriend freak was so entranced by the whole breast movement thing.

I wished I'd kept in touch with the freak, because I'm totally wondering about this issue right now.

Here's the SI report from Tom Verducci on poor Ted Williams, Ted's tragedy unfolds. Rome's interview with Tom Verducci was very, very strange.

And here's the link about Williams' head in a lobster pot, What happened to Ted?