Stuck in a moment and you can't get out of it

When I was a little kid, I remember listening to a conversation my parents were having during one of our endless road trips. They were talking about a guy who got in a car accident and flipped his car over on some remote road. The engine was still running but he couldn't move, so the tape he had in his stereo played on a continuous loop for several hours until he was rescued.

This image seared itself into my young mind and ever since then I've had the same thought when I put a CD in my car stereo. Is this the album I'm prepared to listen to over and over again as I wait to be rescued from an overturned car? Most of the time I'm pretty sure I could survive hearing an album for 12 hours or so, but what if it happens on the day I decide to dig out that old Collective Soul CD that's been sitting in the bottom of my collection? I like to give bad music a second chance now and then, but am I prepared for that sort of trauma?

Honestly, being rescued by paramedics who found me losing my mind to Sugar Ray would be like not having clean underwear on ... except worse.

I guess that's a chance I'm willing to take. I have to give new music (and bad, old music) a try now and then. I call it living life on the edge!

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In other news, blogs are springing up around me right and left. I like to consider myself the fertile manure that has nurtured this growth in blogdom. I'm warm and soft and deer won't eat me.

In case you missed the announcement on the comments section, my friend Josh (who figured so prominently in my vacation photos) has started his very own blog as well. You can visit him here or check him out from the links section. He loves it when people check him out.