Bob Dylan and Balloon Boy

1. Bob Dylan:

I was an usher at my second concert at The Palladium in Hollywood on Wednesday for Bob Dylan. I've always thought that I didn't like Bob Dylan. Even his classic songs that everyone likes annoy me. I don't understand it because I love folk and I consider myself a hippie, and everyone loves Bob Dylan, don't they? It's the same kind of feeling I have about Johnny Cash. I HAVE to like them, right? They are legends! Their lyrics: profound. Their voices: unique. So, I thought, maybe I'm wrong about Bob Dylan. Maybe I'll see him live and it will hit me--Bob Dylan = genius!

Alas, that did not happen. All I heard was a throaty old man singing boring old songs that should be played at some old hippie festival. Sorry, Bobby. I still like the fact that you looked like my dad when you were young (and he was young).

I was up in the VIP section with this 44-year-old rocker mom (her words, not mine). We talked the whole time and she was a lot of fun. I found out she has a Medical Marijuana License and I can place an order at any time. I've really been wanting to try weed for awhile now. I've smoked (and eaten) before, but it tends to go very very badly. I talked to her about it, and she said it sounds like I was just smoking too much. Since I never sleep and I have had some anxiety lately, I think I'm going to buy a $20 from her (sorry, Daddy). I think weed is probably safer than Ambien. Plus, I've been watching a lot of Weeds, which makes me want to try it. Like Bob Dylan, I feel like weed SHOULD fit into my lifestyle. I'll give it another go (just like Bobby!).

2. Balloon Boy:

Did you hear the one about the 6 year old boy who floated 10,000 feet into the air in a helium balloon contraption his father made? It's just like a Pixar movie! Except for the fact that when the balloon landed, the little boy was nowhere to be found. Where did he go? Did he go into another dimension? Was he rescued by a magical unicorn? Was his mangled body on the ground somewhere? Or was it ALL A DREAM!?

The story sounded fishy to me from the very beginning when I found out that the older brother told the parents that he saw his little brother crawl into the contraption. And then when I found out that their family was on Wife Swap. And that his dad was a "mad scientist." Something screamed CREEPY PUBLICITY STUNT at me. Lo, and behold, they found the little boy hiding in a box in an attic. Like a cat. During the interview, his dad asked him why he didn't come out and he said, "Well you said we were doing it for the show!" And then the mom farted. No, seriously. So, what did the little boy mean? The dad totally dodged it and changed the subject and rambled on and on like a liar. Was the whole thing a really serious and mean and super expensive hoax? 15 minutes of fame? It worked if it was! I smell a really great documentary coming from this story. A la "My Kid Could Paint That." Awesome.

Does it make me kind of sick that I was disappointed they found him in the house? Not like I wanted him mangled on the ground either, but I was hoping for a little more...magic!