A coupla things...

First off... Hello Person from Earthlink. Hope the weather in Riverside (Ca.) is nice. Feel free to comment next time, if ya want, under aaany post. Doesn't hafta be that one, ya know. And, for the record, I really do like Earthlink, but that whole deal was just bizzare. It was cool though. All's well that ends well and all, plus, I learned something that day, from that whole encounter, that I'm not sure how to articulate, but I like it.

Second... for the last two days, there has been a fly in here that I swear to Gawd weighs more than the Firebird. He's not buggin' me, or anything, like that fly George Carlin finally had to tell off, but, just his size is freakin' me out. Thank goodness he's "nice".

And WHAT, just by the way, is up with those giant yellow jacket-lookin' bee things? I don't mean carpenter bees... They don't bother me. I like watching them buzzing around 'cause they move a lot like helicopters. Never been stung by one, either. What I'm talking about are the ones that look pretty much like yer standard yellow jacket except super-sized. You can even hear 'em, like tiny fighter jets. You wouldn't want one to bounce off ya, because he'd knock you down. I imagine being stung by one of them would be like being pierced with a pole vault pole.

I hate bees. All bees. Except carpenter bees, honey bees and the extinct Belushi bee.

(I still love you, John...)

What else?

Nothin', really. Gettin' the wash done, about to do the pork chops, gonna go out on Storm again once dinners made... eh. Actually, now that I think of it, as stupid as it may sound, I wanna jump in the shower (and stay on the mat 'cause it's slippery when wet, as I tell Eric every time he says that... jump/stay on the mat/slippery in there if yer gonna do that? Ba-dum bump...) and wash my hair before I get on Storm. It may be weird or corny or whatever, but I love the things my hair does, the way it looks and moves and flows when it's freshly washed and the breeze "styles" it. Matter of fact, I'm gonna go one better on that. I'm only gonna dry my bangs and the very front and let the back dry in the sun, on Storm. Better that way anyway. Every time I turn on my dryer, I hear in my head the old saying "Dry it, don't fry it." This'll be a nice change.

Well hell, now I'm thinking "highlight kit", too. That'll hold me til I can find somebody who can get me to trust them enough to let 'em cut it. And, Mikey, before I forget again, I love that idea of before and after. Just trying to think of a way to do it... siiigh and a giggle... without involving my face. Not that it's disfigured (or that it would matter if it was), it worse than that... it's FAT. Know how I call Garth Brooks a big fat pumpkin headed whatever? Well, I'm him with less hat and waaaaay more hair. (And talent, but, let's not go there.)

Eric, of course, thinks thats retarded. Eric is also way cuter than me with no makeup or effort on his part whatsoever, so he just does. not. git. it. He just wakes up, is adorable and stays that way all day. I'd have to spend an hour preppin' myself to even compete and the repair work... gah.

Anybody got, say, a Nixon mask I can borrow? I thought of that because of "Men at Work". The movie with Charlie and Emilio, not that annoying "rock" group. Remember the dead politician they stuck the Nixon mask on? Well, there ya go. Something like that.

Well, I guess I oughta tear to tear myself away from Kevin (Costner), Cheech (Marin), and Dennis (Burkley) and get dinner started. Oh, I know... I'll just give it a minute and the next time that horses ass Don Johnson appears, that'll make it easy to walk away. I cannot stand that smarmy prick. Like to put his wank in a Miami vice and crank it beyond closed. Don't know why, really. He just makes me ill. So does Richard Gere. And Cindy Crawford, buuut, screw this line of thought. I'll be here all day if I don't stop this now.

HEY! I just remembered a question, or two, I have about one of my favorite movies. "Money for Nothing", the one with John Cusack.... What is the whole big danged deal about money being "marked/unmarked" and the money that gets returned not being, or maybe it is, numbered sequentially? It was laundered, I know that and I'm pretty sure I know what that means, but what difference is there and does it make about that other stuff?

Not understanding that hasn't taken away a bit from how much I love that movie, but I do get a little lost during those scenes. The one where they're in the office with the mob guy, I'm too busy giggling at Benicio with the disappearing/reappearing nickle on his forehead when he's laying on the floor. It'd just be nice to understand what they're talking about.

I had a bunch of golf questions for Dad, too, when I started falling in love with "Tincup".

And, if anybody can EVER get me to understand completely "The Godfather II", I'll die from shock. There's so many crosses, double-crosses, and re-double-crosses going on in that movie that I get sooo lost when shit goes down about who did what to whom and why. But, again, not that it matters much. With Al Pacino and Robert DeNiro to look at who needs to keep up, right?

I totally hated Godfather III. Don't even let me get started...

Dinner. Gotta go start dinner, wash hair, get on horse. Right.
Got it.

I'll be back....
Peace

P.S. I see my trackback thing is back. Cool. Wonder where it was?

Posted by: Stevie at 04:41 PM

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