POST-script

Yesterday, my results came in the mail. 97th percentile. Jesus Christ and two draft choices, I had no idea I did that well! I left the test thinking "next time I'll do a little better."

To put this in perspective, the LAPD has the highest percentile requirement in the state at an 85%. I blew that requirement away (although you'd need screaming demons to drag me to Dodger (spit) town.)

The funny thing was there was a message on the voice mail yesterday from the SSF communications manager, saying that they would be scheduling sit-alongs once they had the test results, and to call them when I received mine. Guess I'm calling back later today...

The director at the test said if we got a high enough score, expect our phones to ring off the hook from agencies wanting to hire us. I find it very odd to contemplate that government agencies would be out to hire me. We'll see.

97th percentile. Damn!

John Entwistle 1944-2002

Long Live Rock

Down At The Astoria The Scene Was Changing,
Bingo And Rock Were Pushing Out X-rating,
We Were The First Band To Vomit In The Bar,
And Find The Distance To The Stage Too Far,
Meanwhile It's Getting Late At Ten O'clock,
Rock Is Dead They Say,
Long Live Rock.

Long Live Rock, I Need It Every Night,
Long Live Rock, Come On And Join The Line,
Long Live Rock, Be It Dead Or Alive.

People Walk In Sideways Pretending That They're Leaving,
We Put On Our Makeup And Work Out All The Lead-ins,
Jack Is In The Alley Selling Tickets Made In Hong Kong,
Promoter's In The Pay Box Wondering Where The Band's Gone,
Back In The Pub The Governor Stops The Clock,
Rock Is Dead, They Say,
Long Live Rock.

Long Live Rock, I Need It Every Night,
Long Live Rock, Come On And Join The Line,
Long Live Rock, Be It Dead Or Alive.

Landslide, Rocks Are Falling,
Falling Down 'round Our Very Heads,
We Tried But You Were Yawning,
Look Again, Rock Is Dead, Rock Is Dead, Rock Is Dead.

The Place Is Really Jumping To The High-watt Amps,
'Til A 20-inch Cymbal Fell And Cut The Lamps,
In The Blackout They Dance Right Into The Aisle,
And As The Doors Fly Open Even The Promoter Smiles,
Someone Takes His Pants Off And The Rafters Knock,
Rock Is Dead, They Say,
Long Live Rock, Long Live Rock, Long Live Rock.

Long Live Rock, Long Live Rock, Long Live Rock,
Long Live Rock, Long Live Rock, Long Live Rock.

Long Live Rock, I Need It Every Night,
Long Live Rock, Come On And Join The Line,
Long Live Rock,Be It Dead Or Alive!

Well, we lost another great one. Entwistle, aka Ox, was the calm, quiet member of The Who. He never trashed hotels or smashed instruments, he just played heart-pounding bass and wrote some amazing songs.

I was going to see them on the 3rd, and to be honest the biggest thrill was going to be taken Kirsten, David and Rose to see this band that was so great a part of my life.

Listening to you,
I get the music.
Gazing at you,
I get the heat.
Following you,
I climb the mountains.
I get excitement at your feet.

Right behind you,
I see the millions.
On you,
I see the glory.
From you,
I get opinions.
From you,
I get the story.