Another great opportunity from Landover Baptist

Summer camp.

Amusing though it is, check out subbes's journal for information on a real Room 101 teen experience.

The Doors

First I should say that I think the Doors were a hell of a good band, just in case anyone gets the wrong idea and flames me to a crisp.

I just watched an old Doors video. Well of course it was an old video; there aren't any new Doors videos (well, there might be, but I don't want to get into that Baudrillard hyper-reality stuff again). A nice song - Roadhouse Blues. What I couldn't understand, and have never been able to understand, was the hordes of teenage girls trying to get close to Jim Morrison. What he did was pretty good, but why does it make him sexy? I mean, I could do that. I even look a bit like Jim Morrison, or at least I did twenty years ago.

Update: Just watched the video of John Lee Hooker's "Boom Boom". The only bluesman I might rate higher is Howlin' Wolf. If I were one of those screaming teenage fans, Hooker is the man I would want to lose my virginity to. Kind of like meeting the Devil at the crossroads.

Lazy

God, I feel so lazy. I have put the dishes in the dishwasher but I can't be bothered to take them out again. I've put some clothes in the washing machine, but can't be bothered to go down to the basement and collect them (yes, we have washing machines in the basement- my wife won't go down there because she's seen so many films where people get murdered or kidknapped in underground car parks or utility rooms).

Double standards

So the Americans have detained a bunch of Turkish soldiers in Northern Iraq. What gives? If they can invade Iraq, why can't we?

Too damned hot

My armpits stink, but I can't be bothered to do anything about it, as I'm alone in the house, and one shower per day is enough. What kind of weather is it when you have a shower, and a few hours later, youre already nasty-stinky-sweaty?

I hate Ankara summers in general, but this one is turning out to be ridiculously hot - yesterday it was hotter here than in Mersin (city on the south coast and well-known frying-pan). I suspect that one reason my normal nocturnal tendencies have been exaggerated (bedtime is now 4 a.m.) is that the temperature only comes down to an acceptable level after midnight.

The other problem is that if I venture outside, I might lose my Gothic pallor. If I could choose my skin colour, I'd probably be a dark olive, but I don't like that healthy, tanned, clean-living California Aryan look.