The Human Torch was denied a bank loan.

I am giddy.  Behold.



If this does not excite you, I'm not sure we can ever be friends, as you are obviously trapped in a glass case of emotion.

Straight Edge!

This looks awesome.

Not all of you will dig this, I'm sure.  It's a niche interest.  Daniel Morris, however, will dig this, and you all know that if he digs it, you should too. 

So there.

Earworms

My co-workers cellphone ringtone is the theme from Sandford and Son.  Every time I hear it I'm in danger of having it stuck in my head all day and all of the night, as Ray Davies might say.

My friend Sean calls a song that's stuck in your head an earworm.  Since I can't think of a better term, I'm going to stick with it. 

Every so often a song gets stuck in my head and it's obvious why.  Maybe I just heard it on the radio.  Maybe it's used in a commercial.  Maybe somebody's ringtone. 

But sometimes I have no idea why a song is rattling around my brain pan.  Like today.  Mike Posner's "Cooler Than Me" is the song.  I can't remember the last time I heard it. 







In some small ways it reminds me of a Pet Shop Boys song called "Can You Forgive Her" that came out in the early 90's.







I think that every time a song earworms me, I'll try to find it and post it along with a few notes about how it got stuck in my head and stuff. 

And to quote Mr. F. Gump, "That's all I have to say about that."

Script Frenzy here I come!

Two times I have attempted to participate in NaNoWriMo (look it up) and failed utterly.  My brain does not produce ideas/prose that fit into the novel structure.  It's not for me.

However.

They have taken the idea (write a novel in 30 days) and put it to use in the script form (write a screenplay in 30 days) and that suits me much better.  My pea brain works better with images/dialogue.  So this April I will take all the notes and ideas that I have been compiling and I will write my stupid script so shut up.

Disclaimer.  I tried this last year with zero preparation and again, failed completely.  This year I've been preparing for weeks and weeks.  Same story, just more prep.

Wish me luck, folks.  I'm confident I'll be 78% crazy by the end of April.

Uh...Smittens?

I realize that I don't have a romantic bone in my body.  Haven't been on a date since Nixon dabbled in audio recordings.  I'm probably the last person on earth who should comment on these, but, wow they seem dumb.
 
I'm pretty sure that if I was wearing/sharing a pair of these and a government issue van pulled up and they hauled me away for euthanization, I'd agree and understand and allow it to happen with a totally defeated smile.  And warm hands.

Just me?

Hmm. I feel like there's a life lesson here...

A conversation with my roommate.  I'm 41, she's 26.  She owns this house, I rent from her.

Me: Wanna see something nerdy?  At about 11:30 me and a bunch of other dorks will be waiting in line for the midnight release for Mass Effect 3.  I took tomorrow off of work so I can play all day.

Her: Do you wanna see something nerdy?  At 11:30 I'll be reading the Economist.  For my job.  I'll be at work tomorrow.

Me:  Uh...

To paraphrase Henry Rollins, She's the rocket scientist, I'm playing in the gutter with my own feces.

I have nothing intelligent to add at this time.

Insert happy sigh here...

Had a lot of stress in the last month or so.  Which makes days like today soooo much more awesome.

Here's why:

It's my day off.

I slept in.

I'm still in my PJ's.

I'm listening to iTunes on shuffle.  (right now it's Cibo Matto)

I'm dinking around on the internet with no worries about time waste because, as mentioned above, day off.

It's payday.

There are sirens outside and I'm pretty sure they're not for me.

I'm going to watch a couple of episodes of Justified today and then move on to some Walking Dead.

I'm going out to dinner with a friend tonight.

Yes sir or madame, I like the way this is shaping up.

I hope all ya'll's (I have no idea if I spelled that not-really-a-word properly) day is as good as mine is shaping up to be.

Sincerely,
The Layabout

P.S.  Let's not dwell on the bazillion ways that I've just jinxed myself and how I'll prob'ly end up in prison, missing a toe, wearing a tiara and smelling of (somebody elses) feces.  Thank you.