Note to self: Don’t get a tattoo of your baby son’s name if you’re afraid people will think you’re gay. And perhaps you should reconsider that tattoo of Snoopy® with the words “Question Everything” underneath. Perhaps you should Question Everything some more. (overheard this afternoon at lunchtime.)

FuckedCompany says Apple is going to lay off a bunch of people soon. That’s bad news, and I hope it’s not a harbinger of bad things to come. Luckily they have about a gazillion dollars in cash to ride out any bad weather. In other news, the Towson Apple Store is opening this weekend, and I was invited to join Jason to check it out but I’m passing to get work done on the deck.

Why, Johnny, Why? OK, so I’m behind the idea of the artist selling his or her work for commercial purposes. I can understand (but not forgive) The Rolling Stones selling limited rights to “Start it Up” to Bill Gates to promote Windows 95. They have more money than God, but it’s their right to sell their creation to whomever they want. I mean, they wrote it, they own the rights to it, it’s a commodity, and this is America, based on a free market capitalist economy. If I had written and recorded “Lust For Life”, I’d probably do what Iggy Pop is doing now, and selling it to Royal Carribbean or whatever that company with the big ships is.

All that having been said, I am so very disappointed in Johnny Cash. The Man in Black. A Boy Named Sue. The Guy With The Finger.

Johnny, who Shot A Man In Reno Just To Watch Him Die, sold the rights to one of his songs. And like I said before, that’s his right. But he sold the rights to ”Ring of Fire”, one of my favorite songs. “Ring of Fire” is such a good song, Mike Ness and Social D covered it and I wound up enjoying it just as much as Johnny’s version. But that’s a different story. What I’m upset about is who he sold the song to.

Johnny Cash, Mr. Folsom Prison Blues, sold ‘Ring Of Fire’ to fucking Applebee’s.

I love you, man, but you should have Walked The Line.