News and Special Feelings!

As some of you may be aware, my sister's cat, The Revolution, went on to his final reward two weeks ago. Cause of Death is still unknown, though we suspect it had something to do with The Man. After burying him in the back yard of a neighboring bass player at two in the morning, we thought that, perhaps, The Revolution's time was over.

But we were wrong. The spirit of The Revolution continues to thrive here in Austin, TX, as is evidenced by this afternoon's acts of civil disobedience in the form of Anarchist Soccer.

So we were playing a nice, ridiculously friendly game of soccer out in this public park. So friendly was this game that score was not kept, players switched sides depending on who had the upper hand, and everyone cheered when anybody did anything remotely competent. The sun was shining, the breezes blowing, a bunch of mexican dudes were playing baseball in the next field and shouting encouragements in Spanish, a BBQ was gearing up. All was well.

Anyway, into this eutopia of sport comes some big asshole who says he is with the parks department and we can't play on this field. So we're all "Can too!" and he's all "Can not. It tears up the grass!" and we're all, "It's a park, you fascist!" and then one of the players is like, "hey, waitasecond, aren't you my neighbor? And aren't you totally lying about being from the Parks Department?" And he was. So he left.

But then he called the fuzz on us and this little cop strolls up and points to a sign that says "No Soccer." And this other dude is all, "Yeah, I know all about that sign. It was paid for by that first dude who was totally lying." And the cop, who I think must have joined the force to bring it down from the inside, was all, "well, it just says 'no soccer' so if you want to play something else, I can't stop you." And someone says, "Yeah, let's play footsie-ball! It's just like soccer only it's called something else!" And the game continues. Of course, by this time, I am too exhausted from fighting the powers that be to keep kicking a ball around a field so Lucy and I go to get Big Gulps and sit on her porch.

Viva La Revolution!