Monday, June 25, 2007

random thoughts... as opposed to?

this one might be even more rambling and incoherent than usual...

* Joe, Jr! One of my good friends is a pop. Odd to think of a college friend entering the world of diapers and having a little dude depend upon you, but anyway there it is. And he'll do a great job. Be interesting to see if he mellows at all from the experience.

* Hershey's Chocolate Flavored Bubble Gum is in fact almost exactly as bad of an idea and as odd-tasting as you probably figure it would be.

* I wonder sometimes what I would have thought of today-me if I could go back and introduce myself to 13-yr-old-me.

* My lease runs out in the end of March.

* Sucks when you finally get around to renting a movie people were talking about six months ago when it actually came out. It's not as if you can artfully steer a conversation to giving your opinions on Casino Royale.

* Lots of people rent furnished apartments. Somehow I found an apartment furnished with really expensive paintings. $15,000 paintings, apparently. Gotta say though, the shit has a very Emperor's New Clothes sort of feel to it --- I'd rather have the money, because I sure as hell don't get it.

* Enough with the sequels, already. Let's get some new ideas in the mix. Open the vault and pull out a few secrets.

* What the hell is LinkedIn, and why do I feel so competitive about it?

* George Harrison could have had a really nice solo career if it weren't for all the Indian sitar garbage. Blow Away and When We Was Fab and All Those Years Ago and a bunch of other songs are actually quite nice.

* There's an alternate ending to Little Shop of Horrors that apparently cost several million dollars to film and completely changes the story. If you haven't seen it, check YouTube. Or don't, and I'm fine with that too.

* A friend of mine has gone Off The Grid. I didn't even know you could still do that these days. Phone number doesn't work anymore, no listed address online, and he hasn't had e-mail in at least two years. Man. I think the only way I could find him would be to try to find the restaurant I think he works at in Jackson, Tennessee. Yeah, ummm, pass.

* Even when I didn't like country music, there was still some I liked. Now I like some more... but only "the fun stuff".

* If you aren't saying anything, how do you know when you're done? Doesn't this seem now like one of those threads that just stops mid-

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