Marilee J. Layman

I slept nine hours last night, and I may have figured out why I'm doing it. People keep waking me up with phone calls (and I need to answer some of these) and I keep waking up at night with pain and having to move around. I'm going to try Tylenol #3 tonight and see if that helps.

I took the trash and recycling out today and dropped a DVD and an ER copay at the post office today. Some of the ERs and the hospital don't want to spread out payments; they want them all now. I'd have to use a credit card for that and I'm trying not to use those.

Mike Wise, a WashPost sports columnist, pointed out that the Washington Mystics (WNBA in DC) don't use a KissCam, and the owner and some players don't want one because a large part of their audience is lesbians. (Usual bigoted comments in the column thread.) There was a very nice, slightly snarky comment in the letters to the editor this weekend.

This is a documentary about Paul Green's School of Rock. He takes kids who want to be rockers and, using a lot of profanity, tries to do that. He makes a big deal in the beginning that he doesn't know theory and teaches them real rock (although some learn blues and rap), but the interesting part is that a lot of the things he explains to them about playing really is theory. We see interviews and performances, humiliations and congratulations. Although he does teach most of them something, only the kids who have talent really get to the point of being good. I think C.J. Tywoniak will make it professionally. Someone who isn't familiar with music theory would probably like this better.