I just realized that I’ve been bringing the room down with my big-time negative vibes here. I’m sorry. I should have given myself a “time out” & told myself “STOP BEING SO DOWN!” – or something like that.
Well, to counteract all the negative shite, here’s this…my nominee for the goofiest Springboard module on Earth:
The WHISTLE MODULE! (I can’t make this stuff up!)
Yes, thanks to our friends from across the Pacific, now your Handspring Visor can be a lovely musical instrument as well. Like the inventor says (machine translated):
“Tonguing is the basis in the basis of performance of the whistle!”
Stuck In My Head:
America, Horse With No Name
If I ever meet the guy who puts together those Time Life “Singers & Songwriters” collections, I will kick his ass. I woke up to one of their commercials this morning, and now I’ve got Horse With No Smegging Name stuck in my head.
Sorry I’ve been a lazy blogger these past few days, but circumstances have required me to actually do some work whilst at work, thus less time for finding crazy crap to post here. That, and my mind has been occupied by a few other things:
1) My parents are driving me crazy.
2) The show that I was supposed to be working on next month has been postponed until at least September.
3) The job that I have been trying to get in NYC is frozen until that department gets their ducks in a row.
4) Because my parents are driving me crazy, I have time for little else in my life.
Maybe I should follow Bryan’s lead and just up and move…
…Nah. What the hell would I do for money? =)
To steal a concept (of sorts) from Rod, here’s Something Stuck in My Head:
This is from a promo for a new series on BBC America. I don’t quite know why it’s sticking with me…:
Not every hero gets the girl…
Not every hero gets the money…
Not every story has a happy ending…
Not all stories are unforgettable…
Have you ever had one of those days when you just can’t face your job? You wake up in the morning, and you look in the mirror, and you think, “I just can’t cope today?” Today was that kind of day. Thank goodness for floating holidays.
I’ve just eaten half a roll of Mentos (“the Freshmaker”) – so far, I haven’t been overcome by the urge to do something wacky and unexpected (and possibly German).
I feel confident in officially proclaiming Donny Osmond to be the music industry’s new No Talent Ass-Clown*. He has a new album where he positively murders about a dozen showtunes for no good reason. Don’t believe me? Fire up RealPlayer and listen if you dare to Donny raping and pillaging his way through “Luck Be A Lady Tonight”. Then try to tell me he’s not a no talent ass-clown.
* The term “No Talent Ass-Clown” was first coined to describe the musical travesty that is Michael Bolton. Due credit to Mike Judge and his seminal work, Office Space.
OK, so maybe I was just a little more depressed than normal this morning, I don’t know. I don’t feel like I’ve wasted 25 years – I just feel like I haven’t been able to manifest those 25 years into anything meaningful. Well, that and my luck with prospective jobs has been worse than…well, I can’t even think of a metaphor. How about that.
Anyway, a good lunch from Pierre’s seems to have lifted me out of the Funk of Despair a bit.
Right now, I’m trying to find one good thing about the way my life has been going lately, and I can’t say I’m having a lot of luck. I’m incredibly unhappy in my current job. Lately I feel like I wouldn’t be able to land another job if I printed color at 12PPM out my ass. I’m fat, lonely and forever companionless. I’m beginning to feel like I’ve wasted the first 25 years of my life, and I don’t know what the hell is going to become of the next 25. (Needless to say, I’m a little depressed this morning.)