Fly Me to the Moon...

I have an expression I use from time to time: "I'm building a rocket-car and I'm going to live on the moon".

Its usually uttered after some experience or something I see or read that gives me little hope for mankind. For instance, watching the MTV "music" awards usually brings up this sentiment. Part of it has to do with me being old and out of touch, but another part of it is just shock at people's lack of self-awareness.

I was struck by the idea moments ago on line at the bank. No one likes waiting in line at the bank. The gentleman behind me thought he'd use this time wisely and multitask. I began to hear these little "clicks" going off in succession but not in any organized fashion. They continued on for a couple of minutes with some pauses in between. I turned and looked.

You see ladies and gentleman, this person decided this was the time and place to clip his fingernails. On line - at the bank - with no where for his clippings to go but onto the ugly industrial carpet.

So, who wants to join me on the moon?

discoskater-some tiny shirts on SALE!

The smallest size shirt I offer on discoskater.com is an American Apparel women's medium (aka One Size Fits All...hmmm dunno about that). Anyway, I just received a shipment of these sizes in two really awesome colors, eggplant (shown) and gold. I'm offering them at 20 percent off the usual price. You can't get on to the purchase page through the site, you have to click on the SALE link to the right here at junkbrain or cut and paste this address into your browser...
http://www.bamundo.com/ds/shop/spec001.htm

ego check

I've been on cloud 9 since the discoskater launch party but (I hear) every now and then its healthy to be brought back down to earth. Everyone has an ego, but I've been told (by my wife, priest, mailman, dentist etc.) that mine is larger than most.

So I guess it was a good ego check for me to go back and look at my college yearbook. I was browsing through it to see if I recognized a few folks who re-entered my life via e-mail. I went back to look at my skinny self and BAM, I'm hit once again with a green rubber Hulk fist of an ego check.

See, back when I filled out the form for my yearbook info, I must have been in a rush to go grab a cheese steak so I scribbled my name. I suppose I added a few extra humps in the "m" and didn't complete the leg of the "n", so when they typed in my name "Bamundo" became "Bammurdo". I'm sure my grandkids will get a kick out of it with their futuristic space pants and levitating sneakers. Oh, and Rutgers University screwed up the spelling on my diploma later that same year - they fixed that mistake, but the yearbook press run of many thousands was a lost cause.

discoskater launch party

I just wanted to thank all those who came out to celebrate the launch of my discoskater t-shirt line. Whether you are zero-something, twenty-something or forty-something, whether we've known each other for years or met last night, whether you stayed two minutes or two hundred, whether you drank free Miller Lites or paid for your own pints, whether you bought shirts or just offered some compliments or suggestions - I really do appreciate it all.

It makes this venture already a success to me, in that I've been able to re-connect with family, friends, clients and the folks they brought along. I'm especially glad that the event provided the opportunity for my best friends to meet baby Alila, the beautiful daughter of joe and viv, who made the trip from western NY state where they run a great home store called "Global Home".


mattD. and baby Alila


paulB. & claire


johnH., vinB. & Miller Lites


party people


nancB. & daveB.

I feel quite blessed to know so many fine folks who support my growing list of ventures.
I'm glad to have you all along for the ride.