Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Selfie on the Half Shelfie...

Look at this guy right hurr...
It's a picture I took parked in front of Best Buy in the middle of a sunny day. I added this little filter action from my new phone, and it completely changed the picture. Very nice...
So, anyhoo, that is me right thurr. The wetness in front of me is the squirting of mein tearducts.
I just got done watch Billy Idol on the Talk or something wretched with Sharon Osbourne.
Somebody ask a question other than how he came up with his name. It is also nice that he can dirty up the interview something randy and no one has a problem with it. I didn't realize the second daughter on Roseanne was actually the younger sister of Melissa Gilbert, who dated Billy for a short spell. Now I'm listening to a Steve Stevens interview . It's a bit long, so I won't hear it all, but may have to come back to it another day. It is after midnight now, and a few Everybody Loves Raymond will send this cowpoke off to sleepytime-funland...
I wanted to say more, but my newer phones have all had some way to pretty much type for me, I just hate typing. I'm not even that awesome at it anymore. So sad...

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Ben Assfleck Sniffdifferous...

The Benneriffic Snifferoo d'etat...
Wow, it's been almost a month since we last spoketh. Blurbitty blurb, rhubarb rhubarb, murmur murmur. Not much really has been going on to burn any buildings down. Some new extra special friends on Facebook, like Neal Whitmore/X from Sigue Sigue Spitnik, Bob Derwood Andrews, and Mark Younger Smith. Not really friends, I guess, but they at least interact and seem friendly to my posts, moreso than to others. Not that it really means anything, of course, but it's nice to get some love back from awesomely talented peoples...
My personal highlights of long messages back are one from Steve Stevens last year, and Andy Taylor from Duran not long after he left them again back on Myspace. Either way, they were more than just copy/pasted unpersonal replies to my blatherings. These thing are awesome to get, and by no way expected. I do like the notion that, at least for a brief moment, I am a thought in their noggins. Nothing weird, just that my name passes through their brain. I do believe my full name is strange, yet easily rolls off of the tongue. Adam Ant answered one of my questions on a video awhile back, I loved how they said my name. British people, the way they talk. Love it, especially when they're pissed off at someone, preferably not me...
Anyway, I always find real love/curiosity of what I'm talking about with some of these people, even if I'm not that knowledgeable on the subject, usually brings a response. The internet is pretty sweeet, before this there was pretty much no connection out there. Funny that the stars of the kids today are too snooty to interact with them. Me, however...
The people I grew up loving are now alot more within reach. Some have pulled away from the limelight, or had it pulled away from them, and some are still shining just as bright, but they still do the old tappity tap on the keyboards for us. Awesome people, and my hat is off to them. I would hope to be the same way as them, not a tool like many are. I'm so hyper I could probably answer millions of messages daily, in between whatever I was doing. I'm also an attention whore, so I love the adoration of anyone foolish to lavish it on all... lavishly.
Wow, I didn't plan on tonight's subject matter. Now I'm spent. I have to work at a shithole tomorrow, then the weekend is hurr...
Btw, my normal workplace is in turmoils of sorts since an old, now ex, friend has turned it into a war zone. Life sucks, and so do people. Why can't people mind their own business, and not suck the life out of others?!?