Been A While
Let's see if I can catch you up a bit.
Recent lunar eclipse. Big moon, little shadow, horizon and sun killed it on the east coast early.
My sister has been mad at me since I don't return her phone calls. Of course she's been "speed dialing" a wrong number, leaving messages there and yelling at whoever answers to put me on and tells them to stop playing. This stems from multiple times when she has called the correct number and my friends have answered pretending to be me, while I laugh in the background and don't speak to her anyway. Now she has my proper number in her "speed dialer", so let the games begin again - only this time with me playing the game instead of a stranger.
Idiots sitting in a circle playing instruments, singing with their buds is fine. Singing Viva Viagra with your buds is a shame. If friends of mine would break out in a chorus of Viva Viagra during a shed (when musicians jam together), I would be obliged to first, hose them down, then render them unconscious and smash their instrument. Viva Intolerance.
McLovin ... oh yeah! Superbad ... what's with the constant foul language and genitalia references all the way through? Without McLovin, Superbad is badly in need of super. My impression of the movie may also have been influenced by my small popcorn, medium drink and barely cooked hot dog that set me back $14.50!!! Plus my favorite one armed ticket booth cashier at the theater died in her sleep last week. The notice was taped to the window.
When I get sleepy - I go to bed. Crazy, I know, but that's the way I roll. Phone rings when I'm asleep, I don't hear it. Knocking at the door when I'm asleep, I don't hear it. Come in the room and talk to me when I'm asleep, I may speak, but it will be gibberish, unrelated to your topic, and I won't remember. Now that I have set the scene, Helen got stuck on the road last night and continued to call my cell and house phones. Being asleep, I did not hear the rings or answer them. I am a guilty, rested, bad man.
Recent lunar eclipse. Big moon, little shadow, horizon and sun killed it on the east coast early.
My sister has been mad at me since I don't return her phone calls. Of course she's been "speed dialing" a wrong number, leaving messages there and yelling at whoever answers to put me on and tells them to stop playing. This stems from multiple times when she has called the correct number and my friends have answered pretending to be me, while I laugh in the background and don't speak to her anyway. Now she has my proper number in her "speed dialer", so let the games begin again - only this time with me playing the game instead of a stranger.
Idiots sitting in a circle playing instruments, singing with their buds is fine. Singing Viva Viagra with your buds is a shame. If friends of mine would break out in a chorus of Viva Viagra during a shed (when musicians jam together), I would be obliged to first, hose them down, then render them unconscious and smash their instrument. Viva Intolerance.
McLovin ... oh yeah! Superbad ... what's with the constant foul language and genitalia references all the way through? Without McLovin, Superbad is badly in need of super. My impression of the movie may also have been influenced by my small popcorn, medium drink and barely cooked hot dog that set me back $14.50!!! Plus my favorite one armed ticket booth cashier at the theater died in her sleep last week. The notice was taped to the window.
When I get sleepy - I go to bed. Crazy, I know, but that's the way I roll. Phone rings when I'm asleep, I don't hear it. Knocking at the door when I'm asleep, I don't hear it. Come in the room and talk to me when I'm asleep, I may speak, but it will be gibberish, unrelated to your topic, and I won't remember. Now that I have set the scene, Helen got stuck on the road last night and continued to call my cell and house phones. Being asleep, I did not hear the rings or answer them. I am a guilty, rested, bad man.
posted by RJK at
4:08 AM
2 Comments:
If it's a place to stay you need, come on over . . . the chippie's gone for the weekend so I've got the AC cranked to a cool 67 'round the clock. All I've got to eat is popcorn and frozen sticks of butter (2 local pizzerias plus the Big 3 are on voice-activated speed-dial). Both of the spare bedrooms are furnished with King-size SelectComfort mattresses locked on '90' and 24hour music being pumped into all rooms in the house(this weekend's pick is Vanilla Ice's "Best of - "). Trained monkeys for beverage retrievel and urine bottle emptying will arrive Friday night at 6pm sharp.
Delightful! I'll have to see how NY goes on Friday. Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in.
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