i haven't had a hit on either blog in three days, so there's little point in posting, but here goes.

gerald ford died of grief for james brown. since these things always happen in threes, tomorrow, someone nationally recognizable has to die. it wil also be someone with a very basic word for a last name. tomorrow, anne rice dies choking on a velvet ruffle.

it is wonderful to me that james brown's death is garnering as much attention as ford's. i mean, it should. ford wasn't president for even a full term, while james brown has been the godfather of soul for forty years. there are no term limits for that position; it is a lifetime appointment.

listen to some bootsy collins today. he was, ironically enough, bass player for both james brown and gerald ford.

it's going to be ok, tomi rae. don't let them vultures fight you off. you were the one sleeping with a 70 plus year old dude and occasionally getting the shit slapped out of you. you go get what you're due. you're tomi rae brown, whatever the lawyers say.