OK, first and foremost - I'm going to be passing moderator duties to Kimbery in the not too distant future. She has graciously offered (flat out demanded) to be President of my "fan club", and I'm totally cool with that. As she puts it, it will allow me to be completely narcissistic through shameless self promotion, without actually appearing so.

In addition, I really do think the tribe should be renamed. I was all ready to just do it, but figured it might confuse current members, or perhaps even plain old weird them out to find a different tribe name listed, and invoke unsubscriptions and the like. Consider this post fair notice that it will happen "real soon now".

OK so, many moons ago I figured a band name would be a difficult task to address. I've thought about this since I was about 16, and nothing seemed like a good fit, or if it did it was already taken or easily confused with some other band, yadda yadda yadda. Just about a year ago, however, a family engagement provided a perfect solution. The story is a bit long and convoluted, but bear with me.

I have two cousins in the Kansas City area, both of whom have children of their own now - so my little tike Spencer has 1st cousins and such. We haven't had a whole lot of opportunities to get together, parents being busy as hell and the like. It's just one of those things, close cousins growing up and becoming adults and whatever. We did manage to get all three of these 1st cousins together to play at the park and have some fun not far from my Aunt Margie's place. When we were through with that, she wanted to take all the kids to McDonalds for an ice cream cone.

One of my cousins has a boy just a couple months in age difference from Spencer. Now, I don't want to sound judgemental or whatever, but I think what I say about all of this will make it pretty obvious we come from different shools of thought in terms of child rearing, discipline, and the like. I think this beautiful little boy (let's call him Spike, his nickname) is going to be a LOT of trouble to mommie and daddy when he gets older if they don't make some changes. In short, I think he's spoiled absolutely ROTTEN. Aunt Margie puts Spike in his booster in the back seat of her expedition, and Spencer and I hop in and we head out to McDonalds.

So we arrive, and Aunt Margie pulls into a parking spot. Spike is dis-pleased with her selection of parking spaces, and starts to throw a fit. I dunno, I might be completely wrong (I doubt it) but I think attempting to use logic with a five year old is silly sometimes. You're either an authority figure in their life or not. A debate between she and he ensues in which she attempts to reason with him... once they've reached the point at which I frankly would have already pulled him out of the car and applied my hand to his glutes, he starts screaming at the top of his lungs, "Bad Grandma! Bad Grandma!" (Spencer and I headed into McDonalds at this point.) Once inside with everyone else, ice cream and stuff around the table, I had the epiphany that leads to what I think I should name my band. (Not that everyone there was particularly amused when I declared it.)

To come full circle, I think "Bad Grandma" or perhaps "One Bad Grandma" is a pretty groovy name for a band, and I'm inclined to just run with it now... (It also gives me a name I can use while I recruit a rythm section, vocalist, all that jazz.)

So, what's everyone think?