Talk to Yourself

I learned a valuable truth this afternoon: If you're weird, people will leave you alone. We've all been walking through a mall or a grocery store or some event and seen the guy that is weird. You know the guy... something tells you that you just want this guy to keep on walking.

I was in the grocery store this afternoon and was confronted by this guy. I spied him coming up the aisle and knew he was the guy. I pretended to be calculating the price per ounce of powered Gatorade versus Powerade when he accosted me. "Looks like we're in for some weather this evening, huh", he said. I considered explaining that we always have weather whether it's good or bad but I let it slide. "Yeah, they can put a man on the moon but they can't stop this white stuff from falling out of the sky." (a line I lifted from an episode of Family Ties) As he was thinking, I Michael Johnson-ed myself to the chip aisle.

I then realized that maybe if I where that guy, people would leave me alone. So I started talking to myself as a little experiment. And it worked! I was mumbling about work and sometimes pretended to have a baby in my cart and people avoided me like the plague. It was awesome.

I was so into it that I found myself doing it at the check out. The lady said "I'm sorry, sir, were you talking to me?" "No," I said, "I was just talking to myself. I do it all the time."

Evening Out

Once upon a time... well, tonight, actually... three fellow bloggers got together for a good times dinner and concert. Couple of burgers and an order of wings later, we all got to look at Howard Jones for a while. A fine show. We got to listen to the man play his hits, his new tunes and tell stories. Many stories. More so than songs. Ol' HoJo is quite the chatter box, it seems. He met with the fans, and us, signed important documents like CD covers and candy wrappers and gave us all a good time memory.

Fan Response

I've now had two requests to enlarge this picture. Never let it be said that this blog isn't for the fans, by the fans.

A Blog is Born

Public Service Announcement: My sister has started a blog! Drop by her place and mix things up, why don't ya: creevedog.blogspot.com

Pronounced "Cree-Vedo-Gee", the blog tells tales of her exploits in the Caspian Sea, the Andes, and the lesser known Eastminster Abbey where she has won various awards and prizes for spearing pigs.

ROCK!

I got my KISS shirt, I got my devil eyes... what else do I need? Nothing... that's what. Except maybe this shoe. That's all!

I'm going to rock n roll all nite and party everyday. I'll drive you wild and I'll drive you crazy.

I'm the lord of the wastelands. A modern day man of steel. I gather darkness to please me and I command you to kneel.

Don't let 'em tell you that there's too much noise. They're too old to really understand. You'll still get rowdy with the girls and boys 'cause it's time for you to take a stand, yeah, yeah.

Shout it, shout it, shout it out loud. You got to have a party! Oh YEAH!

Update

My blog hasn't been updated in a while. So, here you go.