I have absolutely nothing to say today, but an overwhelming urge to say it. No choice but to make it a hodge-podge day.
- If you haven't seen The Original Kings of Comedy in a while, or ever, get it into your Netflix queue. I was watching some clips on Youtube earlier from the sadly gone and greatly missed Bernie Mac's portion of the concert. I couldn't breathe.
- I learned in biology class this morning that all strains of the flu begin at their basic level in birds. This is probably common knowledge for most people but I was heretofore unaware. I hate birds. I've hated them for many years, and even before I began actively hating them I never held them in very high regard. Alfred Hitchcock is a hero of mine. There are two main things about the man which I admire. First he showed that misanthropic, other-than-handsome fat guys can be very successful in the entertainment industry. Second he hated birds and actors. If you're going to hate something, you can't go wrong with either of those.
- I have an insane neighbor who lets his yappy (but I'll admit cute) dog outside, and stands in the door way watching it. The moment the dog starts to bark, which never takes longer than three seconds from the time its been let out, the man says "Well come back in if you're going to bark like that." This happens countless times throughout the day from the early morning until very late into the night.
- From this moment on I vow to not let my father's inability/refusal to properly integrate his cell phone into his life frustrate me.
- Thinking of writing a new novel lately, but no one, other than my poor, long suffering dad who I poked fun of in the previous point, read the last one. And rejection letters? "Send us a self addressed stamped envelope so we can send you a form letter six months from now telling you what a pile of trash you are." Gets old fast. That's why the writers who make it have to really, REALLY love to write. To paraphrase Hannibal Lecter, I myself, do not. I just like acclaim and attention. There are far easier routes to that end then birthing another unwanted, unsolicited manuscript into this cold, mean world.
- Part of my humor has always been imagining people I know, from casual acquaintances at work, to the closest of friends and family, having to interact with each other in awkward social situations. From my vast knowledge attained in my two community college psychology classes I'm guessing this is because that as a child of divorced parents I probably used to imagine my mom and dad still together (significantly hilarious in its own right), and then from there it was a short jump to picturing other scenarios like my rigid, scathingly sarcastic Grandpa Jim, Jake, a fast talking African American manic depressive I met in group therapy a few years ago, and my third grade teacher in catholic school Sister Anna D'Ohucchi, all trying to change the flat tire on a car together. Now I do this with my "friends on chat" group at any given time on Facebook. I picture these often vastly disparate people trying to search for buried treasure on an island or riding in a hot air balloon together. Try it yourself. It's funnier than hell.
- I'm not so sure about the ethics of college homework. We paid our money to be there, leave us the hell alone. Sure, test us on the material, fine. But all these papers and BS, nope. Something is wrong with that equation.
- Sorry January Jones, the new sexiest woman on television is Brandi Passante from Storage Wars. Yyyyyyyuppp.
- When you do the right things or are in the right place for where you want to be in life, there will be signs indicating that. Guaranteed.
-Who's Arnold Schwarzenegger going to end up with? I'm genuinely curious about that.
Have a great night everybody.
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