Hollaback, Grrrrrrrrl...

 So here we gooooooooo...
Wow, last post was in May? WTF, brah?!? Anyhoo, time just blurs on by. I have been at Cargill for over a year now, and guess what?
Still hating it. I do make sweet money, but it's truly a chore at times. My boss can be a real tosser until he gets his sugar levels in check. He is on vacation this week, so it's been pretty calm and quiet. I just came back from one myself...

 Still hitting the gym at times. I stay in decent shape, basically because my diet is pretty strict. I had an issue with tennis elbow recently, probably from gout or whatever, but I stopped drinking fruit juice like crazy. Who knows? Errr, uhhhhh, what else? Christmas blew, as usual. New Years, and my sobriety date of 4 years, is a day away. I am working in the morning, then the wife is having a bunch of her family over. I'm sure there will be some drinking, but I've got some bud to tide me over.I will most likely be hanging with this little cutie right below, right hurr...

 She's not far from two years old, I think in either March or May. She's really starting to throw words around. and being semi able to actually communicate. She's pretty smart, I try to positively reinforce whatever is going on. Her mom, my step daughter, doesn't always hang around to be a mother. Sometimes I'm tired as fuck, but I still try to pay enough attention to her to let her know she's loved. I'm definitely her favorite person: she calls me grandpa, but I know she thinks of me as her dad. When I get home from work, she takes me to the bedroom for our nap together while Spongebob gently plays in the background. She usde to go to her dad's some, but he hasn't taken her in awhile. Guess the holidays are too hectic to be a responsible parent. I wish she was mine, I'm amazed that people who don't deserve to have them, just DO.

Look at my sweeeet rock hard chin. I look kinda Chinese eyed, though. I thought I'd have so much more to say. But now that I'm back, I will try to hollaback, grrrrl.

Me X 3...

 Back to face to face, I always say never...
So, work work work as usual. I'm tryna not work so much, but they do what they do when they did what they did to me-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e.
Saw the new Captain America Civil War movie last Thursday. I loved it, but not as much as Batman v Superman. If they could just condense the boring stuff a bit more, they'd have a winner, which they actually already do have. I did like it, it just had alot going on, with long stretches of blah blah in between. Either way, I will be glad to add this trilogy finally to my collection...

Bong time yet again. Will you not join me? I would love to have you. We can check out crazy stuff on the internet, and watch 227 and shit...

The I'm Too Lazy To Upload Picture Post...

Hi, and hey.
Ugh, been working alot, and getting nil as far as sleep. Sometimes I get four hours when I get home, and then four more before I have to stumble in to work. No big deal and all, but wah wah wah...
Anyhoo, lots of personal revelations that I shall not go into hurr. I will say that I definitely feel like a completely different person than the one who stated here. One day I will go through it all and enjoy the ride of a silly manchild who kicked and screamed all the way.
I'm not saying I've pussed out, and I'm some super serious fuddy duddy. I'm just, I dunno...
Hopefully coming out of a haze?
For so long consumed by hatred of all things, I've more drifted towards a gradual acceptance of the assfucking of this tiny nugget of the cosmos. Sometimes I'm still tired of everything feeling like it is hopeless, and futile, and pointless...
I want to do things I want to enjoy. yet I still have yet to again find things that arouse a passion unquenchable. I guess the ease of binging whatever we want, whenever we want, and wherever we want, has made me even more fidgety and such. Pause for more peanut butter chocolate bar...
Soooooooooooooooooooo good. See? Life is not always so bad.
Eh, comrade?
I'm just sayingI still have light and dark times. I've been working out alot and eating extremely religiously, so I'm rocking 170 and hoping to either lose more before beefing up, or lose as I beef.
Funny to reread that. Anyhoo, guess I will have to research which way works better, though I'm tryna do both, sort of.
No longer alone. Abort. Abort.

The Many Lumps of Graveh...

 Look at me. Has a Robert Smith/Cure kind of feel to it. Maybe it's just all...
Emo-ish. Who knows?!? Anyhoo, I've just finished another two week stint of 6 day/12 hour shifts. I made another 58 hours of overtime this two week pay period. I'm completely bushed, though. I'm glad to be back to only having to be at work by 5:30 am for a month. Soooooo much responsibility to deal with sometimes. Too bad the place I work at is full of lazy, dishonest people that really just don't care anything about what they are doing. Trust me, I hate my job. I am meant for greater things. I'm meant to be master of many, yet currently am master of none. Oh wellz...

 A Sith Apprentice, perhaps...?
Or a Sassy Superman...
So I've been hitting the gym all regular-la-la-like, and am on one hell of a sweeet diet.
All cheeseburgers, go figure. Nahhhhh, I eat alot of oatmeal, either before, or after a workout. I mix in applesauce, cinnamon, and a heaping spoonful of chunky peanut butter. It expands in your stomach, and you really don't want to eat for awhile after. Just nothing but goodness, although my metabolism is so high again that it really doesn't kill me to cheat. I rarely do, though. My coworkers, and boss eat sooooooo unhealthy. I, however, am a rock. I do alot of ab work at the gym, I kind of want to see some results in that area. I'm tryna kill those last pockets of goo, almost thurr...

Awwwwwwwws...
I love you guys. Just kidding, this is actually the last look you usually see just before they pull the trigger...
Or start the chainsaw...
Or chalk up on the bat...?
Hmmm...

Gulping 'Em Dizzown...

Sup, dawgs. 

I saw Deadpool last night. It was ok, but no idea why everybody is squirting their creamcheesiness all over it. 

I guess we all forgot about Van Wilder...

Anyhoo.

On vacation this week, which is almost over. Sucks for me, I gotta go back to Pretendland again.

Two weeks of 12 hour shifties, and probably 6-7 days a week. 

I need to find a way out of this crapfest, I needz moneys, honeyz.

I should at least be semi well rested. I have slept soooooooo much this week.

If only to drift off into eternal blessed silence...

Wish I was interesting again, but alas. 

I love the fact that I really just don't listen to loud music anymore, or even at all most of the time...

So funny. I spent around five hours on the road on Monday, and didn't realize no music had been played until I was almost home. Oh wellz...

Still dead inside, yet starting to see the benefits of it. 

Soul half empty, or half full...?

Unholy Bungholiness...

Ha, I look like a crazy person guy. This was taken earlier today at work, on the verge of having my first two day weekend in awhile. Sooooooooo wore out and tired of that shit.
Ugh, I just wish it was all over, and I was rich and never had to work ever again. Ever. Grody to the max...
I was starving for some damned white chicken chili. I didn't bring anything that day, and had to smell it cooking while my stomach shriveled up. Anyhoo...
Blergha blergh, flippity flop floop. You know, I hate that I come on here all wanting to ooze everything out to this blergha blog, but then I get cold feetsies. Anyway, I look thinner in this picture. I've been walking in place and shit like that on the line, four hours a day to be exact. We are going back to the gym tomorrow, though. I'm ready to finish what I started and get huge. I've done a pretty good jerb losing alot of the fat. Can't make my face any better than what it probably isn't, but I can make the rest a thang of marvel...
So, I'm just working all of the time. Maybe tomorrow I will return here to further babble about silliness and the occasional injustices of a cruel, cruel world of buttholiness.
Wah wahhh.

The Wow, I Haven't Been Around in Awhile Post...

No picture. Just wordage. I have been working hard at my new jerb, almost ended up even working all weekend long...
Sure, at around $46 an hour, but A: they tax the fuck out of it. B: I already worked a long ass week, and someone else can enjoy that overtime crappage.
I dunno, just weirdness in my head. Sometimes I feel as if I'm breaking down old suckage and flushing it awy, and at other times I'm just the same old...
Douche bag?
Nahhh, dawg. I'm cool. Just trying to, uhhhhh... I dunno. Grow up? Ehhhhhh. Prepare myself for the final journey into death by sticking myself in a jerb that time will pass by so quickly, I will wake up one day at about 67 years old. Yuck. Just the thought of my even wrinklier balls...
So I've been watching alot of Barney Miller. Great fucking show, love it. Very deep, indeed, and in the 70's you could say alot you can't now. Too bad for peoples today, except the internet keeps all the classics available. Wish I would've watched Barney as a kid. I can only imagine how it would've shaped my humor. Would I even have liked it?!?
Anyhoo. Smoke break, then back to punch away more at you...
Woops. came back dry. Guess we'll just have to cuddle instead.
Isn't that how it always T-I-S?

The End of the Pooper Scoopage...?

 So.......................................................?
Sup, dawgs? Great, great. Oh, me?!?
Ehhhhh, trying to figure how I'm going to make it on my lonesome. Trying to figure out how I'm going to fix all the shittiness that living with a psychotic bitch caused. I guess I'm going to try to get as much overtime to get me back in the black enough to cut her from my teat. As far as caring what happens to her afterwards...
I really don't anymore. She can drink herself to death while laying in a pile of her own shit.
Right now I have no idea why I'm even bothering with sharing this, other than that I am still awake at 6:23 am. I just couldn't sleep after fighting with her late last night. It's not a "I still love you and miss you" thing, It's just wishing I was already past the whole long, painful road ahead times...
The promotion I got doesn't start until February, but they are going to start paying me Monday. Hopefully, I will get shit tons of overtime to help the healing process, and bring me back to the former glory. As far as EVER having another woman in my life...
Ughhhhhhhhh...
I already live a loveless life, and am quite used to it. As far as P-tang, it easily found. I'm sure most will want to latch on to me, but all I gots to say is...
Oh, hellz naw!!!
She passed out cursing and swearing horrible things that she is going to do to me.
Will she remember these things? I'm sure she will stay hidden in the bedroom trying to think how she will avoid dealing with this, but I don't plan on letting shit slide anymore. I guess I will have to quit smoking bud awhile, which is fine with me. It is time to clean out anyway.
Maybe that is the theme of this post: Cleaning out the bad shit in my life once and for all.
I see people happy in life, and sometimes I want the same. I have a friend that posts pictures of him and his wife actually DOING things together. They also have something strange going on with their mouths, I recollect it was called smiling.
I used to do this alot. I also used to do things like: have fun, laugh, enjoy things and people around me. I would like to do this again someday. I just don't want to be attached to someone else to do it.
Travel, experiencing anything and everything.
Ok, not everything...
I don't plan on taking one up the pooper.

I Moustache You...

Hi, guys.
Here I is once again. Loving it, feeling it.
I j/k. I am a miserable bastard as always. I don't even like to type anymore because my phone practically finishes my sentences before me. So this is moi with a sweet moustache. Sadly, you cannot see it very well, as it is well hidden...
Besides, that is a semi old picture. No moustache, but I am a little more prouder to show off the bod.
Even though I'm a bit more devout in my diet and thangs, I still somewhat drag my butt when it comes to doing it all. I just HATE going to the gym, but when I'm done, it feels great. I kind of force feed myself, because I have a tendency to just not eat. I rarely actually make a plate. whatever I eat is just jamming as much of it in before I give up. Trying, though...
I'm trying to keep some bulk this time. I think the thing I lack the most is sleeping properly. I do not sleep. Maybe 3-4 hours at the most nightly.
I crave sleep until I'm there. Then I spin, spin, spin.
Meow.
And soon I must be off again. I have to pick people up and shit. I was going to put a comma in there, but I thought it'd make it sound too much like I'm picking people up and then TAKE a shit. I meant shit like stuff and thangs. I told you nigga lazy.
Anyway, not much going on here, just living. Trying not to flip out on all the idiots of the world.
Leave me alone Confederate battle flags and gay marriage.
I bore of it all.
Rainbows and yeehaws...
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

Flanet Pitness...

 So...................
Realized the Frank Burns inside me. Sadly, this didn't come to full fruition until the end of season 5.
Also, sadly, he leaves at the end of season 5. Season 6, enter Charles Emerson Winchester III.
I do not like this man. I'm now just watching it to finish. Not a fan of B.J., either. I prefer the first 3 seasons, with Henry, and they all messed around with the nurses, and drank homemade gin, and Radar peeked into the girl's shower on a daily basis...
And Frank and Hot Lips were still together. Sadness...

Also, watched Mr. Jolly Lives Next Door. Wow, loved it. Rik Mayall and Ade Edmonson, the best at what they do. Check it out, you will never feel the same about "What's New, Pussycat" ever again.
It's Friday night, hanging out here in my room listening to Getting Doug with High whilst I give blogger some love. I'm not going to stay up too late tonight, I want to eat a kickass breakfast, then go workout in an abandoned Planet Fitness. Then I will bake a few fish afterwards. I'm down to almost 170, but I still want to keep some bulk. I have no problem weighing 190ish, if there is no fat in there. First I need to kill those last few pockets of resistance. Then pound, pound, pound some protein.
I want to get huge this time. Later, when I'm pleased with the mirror again, I will post some 2006 body pics with some soon pics. I was super fit, but too tight. I want to be more imposing this time. I always had pretty big arms, but I'm also doing serious leg work on a daily basis. Squats, hip sled.
I love it, but I've also been sick pretty much the last 3 weeks. I still ran a mile today, and my muscles actually healed up nicely, yet retained the ability to lift the weights I could before the break.
I do eat very healthy, but smarter this time. Getting the right fats, knowing what I actually really need instead of just alot of spinach and somewhat eating sparsely at times. I make myself eat some of the stuff I have to, but the results are worth it.
It's also nice to not feel like shit all the time. And it's more economical for weed...
Better lungs.
Gotta think, fool.

Iden-TITTY Crisis...

Hola, and welcome, and such. Wow, haven't been around of lates. Passing kidney stones the last few days, fun fun!!!
Tired. So many thangs and stuff going not on.
This is an unfinished post I'm adding to, and putting the ribbon on.
Ehhhhhhhhh, long Memorial Day weekend. Went to the gym a bunch the last week or so, looking good in the hood.
So I'm watching MASH, and well into season 5. I'm seeing the Frank Burns in myself...
If you love something, set it free.
Malarkey!!!
Whoever came up with that saying needs to suck a fat one. They also must've been the heartless wench that said it to some hapless son of a bitch.
It comes, and it goes. I almost miss it when it's gone nowadays, as if there is a blank spot in my mind needing filled.
It's funny how, about the eons it takes for it to come, closure finally peeks its dirty brown eye around the corner at you when you no longer need it.
Though I still fear the fuck out of it, death is becoming more a welcome notion, at least as an eventuality...
The end of the bullshit, the end of it all. There better not be more of the same on the other side, I'm just saying. I will totally go freaking apeshit if it does...
I wish the wit were back, and any emotion other than seething seethiness, and blowhard-like blowhardiness...
By the way, Alan Alda gets on my nerves. I don't remember his extreme hamminess back in the day. Now he's like a machine gun of shitty one liners. I will miss Frank after this season. I identify...
I identify.

It's Better Now, Ty-Ty...

 Look at meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
Clippity clop, clippity clop.
Sitting here watching Sunday night's Walking Dead, freezing my balls off for some reason. Where ist mein hoodie?!?
That's better, but now I'd like a cigarette. Hmmmm...

Thurr we go, all set. Colder in the garage, though.
Ugh, I hate actually typing out the whole words. I'm so spoiled by my phone. Typing stuff out at work is sooooooooo tedious.
It is now almost midnight, and I need to retire soon to the bedroom. Two more crap days of work. I hope no one won the Powerball so I can win the next one.
OMG, I would hide away forever. Have shit shipped to me. Have so many baubles...
Become mein own master chef.
Mmmmmm.............
P.S. RIP Tyreese. I'm kind of glad he's gone, he was kind of a pussyfart.
The episode was also tres artsy fartsy, and straight up boring. I did like some of the zombies...
Night all.

Warren Sapp, Awwww Snap...!!!

Hey, chuckleheads. The new post is past overdue, taint it?
Well...
Been somewhat busy. Being two years removed from drinkies, I actually have to do some shit from time to time. Haven't been working out a few due to aches and pains, and a prolonged illness.
I got a new car today, as my piece of shit minivan died awhile back. It's an Envoy, whatever the fuck that is, with a bunch of doodads I have no idea go to what.
What else, still sick, and feels like it is taking a turn for the worse. Just always seeming to feel ill all the time, which is weird since I was eating healthy and working out like a boss.
Stress...?
No clue, but even my thoughts seem supercloudy and grey as fuck. Trying to break on through...
To the other side?!?
Whatevs.
Anyhoo, boredom, and complacency continues to abound. I'm waiting for The Walking Dead to hurry up and finish the second half of the season so everyone can then bitch about another seven month wait after that. The midseason break is easy, football season is balls deep at the time, but uggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
I feel bad for you masses, I really hoped to draw from the well of awesomeness once again to make my time away not sting so.
Yet, alas.
I end up standing here with my thumb up my ass like a Mexican Wolverine, everybody in the barrio says so.
My name is Jeffffffffff.
P.S. Way to go, Warren Sapp. Fitting end to a crap Superbowl where the craptastic Patriots win...

Raisin Hopes and Pruny Promises...

 Who dares interrupt mein slumber to exert force enough to cause one to post a mere thrice days before the Mas of X?
Not sure what I'm hoping to dredge out of an already dry well. Any sludge left?
I've been burning through episodes of Raising Hope, and am nearing the fourth and final season already. Amazing show, and I was laughing so hard this morning at Burt's little spat with an alpaca he refers to as the "Mexican Pony."
Burt losing a spit fight with such a filthy beast made balls of laughter erupt for the old bellyrolls.
The chick who plays Sabrina is pretty dang sweeet, too. Also, the Goonies lady, something Plimpton, isn't too shabby herself sometimes...
Anyhoo, three days to Christmas. Hate it, can't wait for the hell to be over. Nothing good about it, and I'm always broke as shit. I am on vacation this week, but probably will soon be dry meinself...

I am actually planning to take a weed break. Tired of it, want to just clear out the brain some.
See what I want to do with my life, as I tire of it as it is today. I no longer really feel super crappy all the time, but sometimes I lack of flavor.
I know these things pass. But until they do...
Sucksville, made worse by an always ill timed holiday. Surprised my pipes aren't backing up, so that I'll have to call and pay a plumber to root it out. I often appreciate the pros of my life, but today is just... not sure what the fuck.
Nothing feels good right now. Things that should bring a spring to mein step do not do so.
However...
I laughed my ass off for a few moments at Burt's reunion with Clyde, the alpaca. This is enough to give...
Hope?
Hope so.
Sweeet Ronin pics, btw...
I took them from the bluray.

Kim Jong Sukballz...

You know, I really don't care if I've posted this in the past. I'm too lazy to check. Besides, we loveses it.
So, for a recap of what's been happening since we last spoketh:
Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
That's pretty much it, folks. Other than just slowly rotting away. I always wish things.
Always...
Wishing away...
Now, I can't even watch The Interview because some tools worldwide are turning nothing into everything. Sucks to be them, it must!!!
I sense North Korea's demise coming soon, or at least in how/who is running it.
I've always loved how idiotic liberals have cried time and time again for Bush to be tried of war crimes, but where are they when douche bags like this midgety fuck kill a country's worth of his own people on a slowwwwwww, daily basis...
In the end, the movie will be shown. To not show it begs for more of the same. Besides, if those people are already here in waiting, that means they are always on standby for the next time our freedom needs to be poopied on...
I'm sure radical muslims are jacking their boners over this as we speak...
I can understand not wanting to call their bluff on XMAS to avoid a massacre on such a big day, but they should still release it later. I'd offer serious discounts to anyone with a concealed weapons license with ties to Texas. That'd stop 'em cold in thurr tracks...
Anyhoo, the world continues to rotate with or without us. How presumptuous of us to think that it moves underneath us, and not the other way around.
Boo frickety hoo on us...

Airborne Again...

Hey, everyone and no one...
Been awhile. I'm sure all of ye were on pins and needles.
What to do, what to say...
Working hard, and hitting the gym here and thurr. Trying to get through the holidays, and make it to tax time again. This time will be different, though.
Ultimatums, and shit. Reasons and excuses to flee...
Laughing, living, and a'loving...
Looking to make those words a reality. Looking to blah blah blah.
Hoping to unmuck, and to get unstuck.
And maybe even begin to give a flying fuck...
Time for a nigga to get his schmoke on.
Hurry up and legalize.
Tired of hiding under the bridge to toke out like a fucking troll...

Titles Are for Kwurrs...

Why do I care? I guess I just do. Being a being that doesn't normally like to interact with other beings...
That being said, I ponder whether it is better to not care, or to know how to properly let go in instances where either people want out of your life, or are ripped violently from it.
I would take the former, as it means there is at least still a person there to wonder WTF about. The other scares me much more. My parents are getting older, and talk about there ailments. I hate thinking about it. I would gladly let my loved ones divvy up my remaining years between them. I love them that much.
In the end, we are all fools, and most grasp futilely for a dreamland where we all reunite gleefully after the GRAND SLEEPFEST.
Fools, indeed...
Just a rare feeling for a sturdy gal like moi. I've been working out pretty decently hard. I'm benching 205 pounds pretty handily, before I spaghetti armed it to just accomplish a single wobbly rep.
I'm also eating super healthy, and sparingly at the moment. I'm trying to hit those last few fatty spots so I can lay down nothing but meat on these bones. I'm also waiting for skin to shrink again a bit. I think I look pretty dang sweeet, but the last little flab and skin hide how much it is actually getting cut. I even spend my whole day at work just tensing up my stomach and other exercises to get a headstart before the gym at night.
Plus: bicycle sit up thangies, yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!
I saw Michonne doing them on The Walking Dead back at the prison, and I tried to do one, and failed miserably...
Now I can do them endlessly and effortlessly. Still need to completely NEVER smoke cigarettes, and need to take a weed break at some point.
Soon, I will be getting somewhere, and will erase the last of the nasty habits. I'd also like to do that mentally. Good luck, but I will try. I'm very disciplined in many areas, but weak in the flesh...
And late night snack attacks.
Anyhoo, need to figure out a movie to watch on the bigscreen now. I'd like to do a marathon, I was thinking about all the Marvel stuff, but I don't have access, or own, much of it. I'd like to find it all supercheap on blu ray, as that's all I've bought for awhile.
I've already watched Neighbors a million times. Music video concert stuffnage...?
I just don't know. For awhile now I feel like I lack something, but what is it?
As if finding it would turn that corner, and burst that bubble. I would magically feel again.
I guess it is not that grand of a scheme for me, it will either gradually fade back in, or it won't, or jut give me an occasional sip from its cooling oasis of frothy, clear liquid love juices...
Gay cheese is all I'm capable of tonight, folks. Hope I get a killer desktop again so I can get deeper inside again. Laptops suck balls...

Mutha und Chitlen...

A friend painted the original picture, which I then ran through a couple of filters. This is the en result side by side. Both are nifty, don't you think?
Also, my "d" button seems to not always be working, so if, well...
You know the rill.
Anyhoo, had some seriously deep thoughts on the road tonight. Alot of silly blather which I sadly do not wish to recall. Bummer, because it was goooooooood.
Not much going on. KC is playing pretty sweeet right now. They should romp on the Jets tomorrow no problem. Please do not let us choke either. That would suck balls.
Tomorrow will be the halfway point of The Walking Dead. It's been going by too fast. Not good at all. I want more, more, more. The first two episodes of this season have been great, but the last one wasn't so much. Not bad, but nothing really moved me. I hope tomorrow will different.
Bring on the pain.
Blah blah blah. Nothing more to say. Happy day after Halloween errbody.

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...

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?!?