I'm back, but not yet fit to post. Instead, I'm catching up on me cobbers.
Cowtown Patty considers how the cut of the hat determines the cut of the cowpunch, here. I've always wanted to wear a cowboy hat (from time to time, I still pull on the boots -- a throwback to my motorcycle days), but there isn't a single one that doesn't make me look like a horse's ass.
Andrew, the Aging Punk Wannabe has got me whistling Cheap Trick, thanks to his list of Thirteen Great Opening Lines From Rock, Pop & Country.
Scott has officially posted more pictures of his dog than I have of my kids (but then, he's never been one for self-restraint)!
Darko provides a much-needed Explanation Of The Philosophy Of Fjaka. Potential bumper-sticker: Fjaka - Now, More Than Ever.
Gideon calls this his "second-favourite movie dance routine". If his favourite is from Saturday Night Fever, I don't wanna hear of it.
I've been reading Seb Hunter's Hell Bent For Leather: Confessions Of A Heavy Metal Addict and thinking, "It's good, but it's not quite The Cheese Chronicles" (the gold standard of rock n' roll narratives, IMHO). Now Preacher Dan informs me that Tommy Womack has resumed his on-line ranting. Here's Tommy, in the throes of a condition I recognize all too well: the Ecumenical Hangover.
And finally, just about everyone on my list of cobbers has been hit with the "One Book" meme (if you aren't among them, you may now consider yourself tagged). I'll get to posting mine, but I thought Terry Teachout had an interesting variation: which authors dominate your bookshelves? The qualification is five books by or about, and here are my dominators:
God (heh, heh)
Robert E. Howard
Another possible variation I might get to: which artists dominate your CD collection?
Thanks to my readers for all the pleasant wishes (silent or otherwise), and my apologies to every Winnipeg friend I neglected (for all my time away, it was a very limited visit -- argh).