So here I go these days, this way and that, to and fro. Walking the dog, off to work, heading out to lunch, running errands, cooking dinner, and so on. The phrase C’mon motherfucker put your clothes on c’mon running through my head so very often. More than most things. Whether because of government incompetence or the negative feelings I have toward my ISP or the way people who work on houses can really suck, I’m typically not impressed and even though I still have to get in the mix with these idiots I find comfort in this mantra to get me through the nonsense. It’s a phrase that for me goes all the way back to Beck’s legendary 1994 debut album.