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?!?
