Monday, June 13, 2005

When blogger's ramble...

Michael Jackson's innocent. Mike Tyson's retiring. Their lives and minds may be in extreme disarray now. But I tell you what, you can't beat the Thriller CD and Mike Tyson's Super Punch Out Nintendo game. I'll take those anyday. Beat It, Billie Jean, Human Nature, PYT, The Girl Is Mine, Thriller. I mean, come on, get outta here. Not to mention Glass Joe, Don Flamenco, Von Kaiser, Great Tiger, Piston Honda, Bald Bull, King Hippo, and Soda Popinsky. Boy, am I glad I haven't listened to that album or played that game in a long, long time O:)

Happy birthday today to Steve-O, my celebrity look-alike. This was brought to light about a year ago. (See my I Look Like Steve-O entry.) He is slightly more famous than me, but I do look better in a thong.

And this week, June 13-19, is Meet A Mate Week. It was created to inspire singles looking for a mate to take advantage of summer by pursuing warm weather meeting opportunities, such as sports, volunteer work, and travel. Is it any coincidence that I posted my "If I Meet A Girl" entry on the eve of this very week? I think not.

Recapping the weekend...
Friday turned out to be all right. Something unexpected happened Friday night. It was nice. Pretty great, actually. Of course, now I can't stop thinking about it.

Saturday, we headed up to Columbia State in Tennessee to film the All That Dance recital. It rained most all day, just like last year. I was filming the first show, I think, when my camera was jarred by this lady in an electric wheelchair who rammed into the tripod. ("Must be one of those rich, spoiled handicapped people who didn't wanna do any work.") Nice earthquake effect on the video, I'm sure. We (Shane, Kyle, Lillian, and I) ate at Applebees, where Kyle had two short, curly hairs in his Fiesta Lime Chicken. Those are always fun. We stopped off at Baskin Robbins on the way back for the second show and I made a little mess. I dripped some cotton candy ice cream on the back seat. ("Anyone else wanna see this before I clean it up?") I don't see how that happened. I had the periphery of that cone under continuous tight surveillance. Must have been one of those suicide drippers, just taking the plunge with no regard for itself or anyone's plush cloth interior.

Had lunch with my sister Sunday. Did laundry. Watched a little of the race and some of the NBA Finals. Ran a couple of miles. Met Kyle and J-Mo at the steak house for dinner.

You're killing Independent George!
Haven't done this in awhile. I watched The Pool Guy episode of Seinfeld tonight. It's not only hilarious, but also very practical. You must keep your worlds separate, or they will blow up.

George: "If she is allowed to infiltrate this world, then George Costanza as you know him ceases to exist! You see? Right now, I have Relationship George, but there is also Independent George. That's the George you know, the George you grew up with... movie George, coffee shop George, liar George, bawdy George."
Jerry: "I love that George."
George: "Me too! And he's dying, Jerry! If Relationship George walks through this door, he will kill Independent George! A George divided against itself cannot stand!"

So true...

"I know that you can love me when there's no one left to blame. So nevermind the darkness, we still can find a way. Cos nothin' lasts forever, even cold November rain..."


  1. Do you have 'Your Name' tattooed on your hiney? Have you ever stapled the letters J A C K A S S to your rear? One thing to look like him, another to be crazy like him...

    Being a fan of Jackass, I have seen Steve-O in his thong. Now, if you'd care for an impartial opinion, I'd be happy to make the judgement call on who looks better...

  2. :-) Good comment. Made me laugh. Impartial opinion, huh? Hmm... I'll think about it.

  3. sounds like we need a bible study