Lots of random thoughts bouncing around right now. I’m taking a little break from writing my other stuff to get it all out of my system. If I don’t, I’ll end up trying to write it into my story and watering down any semblance of a plot. It happens every time.
I just ordered an external 500G hard drive specifically for iTunes. My music library is already at 140G and I’m about to absorb a lot of Fred’s music too. I need the space but now I’ll also be able to take all my music on the road with me. While I was ordering it, I seriously considered ordering the Terabyte drive. I can order 2 500G drives for 2/3 the price of a 1T drive but I still wanted to do it just to be able to say I have a terabyte drive. I had the money, I had the desire, but somehow good sense prevailed and I got what I needed for now and by the time I really need a 1T, not only will it be cheaper, but it will also be time to get a 5T… I also got Teresa a 2G SD card for $40. Imagine how many pictures she’ll be able to take NOW!
There’s a commercial on TV that just pisses me off so bad every time I see it. It’s one of those, “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas” commercials. Actually, I hate all of those because it’s not true. Lots of things will follow you out of Vegas no matter what the commercial says. That rash you got from the hooker (she said she was new at this), the crushing debt you created at the blackjack table (conveniently located by the ATM), that video tape of you sucking off a goat at the bachelor party (aren’t drunk people entertaining?); all of these things have no idea about the imaginary boundary of Las Vegas. They don’t stay in Vegas.
This particular commercial is the one with the wife coming home and the husband asking what happened, did she and the girls go a little crazy? The flashback scene shows her and a room full of women feeling up on two or three male strippers. She takes the ‘fireman’ stripper and heads toward the bedroom door and all of her friends cheer. The flashback ends, she gives an apologetic look and says, “Yeah, we went a little crazy. Look at all of these clothes”. She turns around and shows him the thousands of dollars she spent on Versace and Prada. The husband responds, “Oh, you went crazy and did a little shopping huh?” She replies “Yeah” and goes back to the flashback of the fireman. The commercial ends with, “Vegas, where shopping can be your alibi.” And then we get the standard, “What happens in Vegas…”
So not only is he married to a whore, but she’s spending all of their money on her whore’s wardrobe. I hope he caves her head in with the fireplace poker. He’s at home, taking care of the kids, and working long hours at the accounting firm. She out in Vegas blowing fireman Bill and spending the kid’s college fund trying to cover the fact that she’s doing things to a stranger that she won’t do for her boring old husband. And all of this is supposed to make me WANT to come to Vegas? I hate this commercial. Luckily, the last time I saw it, they took out the flashback scenes. I don’t know if they took out the scenes for time editing or if enough people complained… Either way, I hope the whole ad campaign goes away. Fuck Vegas.
For some reason, homeless people are flocking to me these last few weeks. I already wrote about the breakfast encounter a few weeks ago, now I’m surrounded by them. Monday a guy asked me for a dime as I was walking out of a grocery store. I was thinking to myself, “A dime?” When was the last time anyone wanted less than “a couple of dollars”? I didn’t have any cash/change on me so I told him I didn’t but wished him luck. Not three steps later I step on a quarter in the parking lot. I pick it up and holler over to the guy, “Hey, I found your money.” As I give it to him I tell him I want my 15 cents change. He looks at me with this HUGE freaking smile and laughed.
6:30 this morning I heard a knock at the door. There was a woman outside that was telling me every sob story possible and just wanted to come in to my room to rest for 10 minutes, hide out from her abusive boyfriend or wait for me to give her a ride to Columbia. I told her I wasn’t getting involved. If her boyfriend was really chasing her and she ducked into the hotel just to hide, how did she get on the 5th floor and halfway down the hall from the elevator? She insisted I give her a ride when I left. I told her “No! Go away”. She said she’d wait by my car, which one is it? Just to get her to leave, I told her it was the green Buick LeSabre. Serves him right for hitting my truck with his door yesterday. I called the front desk and told them what happened and they said they’d send security up. Of course, the lady was gone.
Why is it that the B-52′s “Rock Lobster” is considered a Halloween song now? I hear it every Halloween on the ‘seasonal’ music channel. I looked it up on line and I see it on a bunch of different Halloween compilation CDs. Wikipedia says Six Flags uses it during their Halloween celebration. But no one can tell me why. I’ve heard this song for years and nothing about it makes me think of any aspect of Halloween. It’s not spooky, no one dresses up in a costume, I don’t get it.
What happened to Eddie Murphy? Why can’t he make any good movies anymore? I haven’t seen “Dreamgirls” yet so it may be good but it’s been done before. He played James Brown on SNL. With the previews of “Norbit” and the “Nutty Professor” movies he seems bent on playing multiple roles (and always ends up being a fat woman) in ‘family’ movies. What ever happened to “Beverly Hills Cop”, “48hours”, or his standup routines like “Delirious” and “Raw”? I miss Eddie Murphy, I wish he hadn’t died and gone to PG hell. “Haunted Mansion”, “Shrek”, “Dr. Doolittle”. I don’t think he’s ever coming back.
Ok, I think I have enough of it out of my system for now. Thanks.
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