It's Official
If I've finally jumped on the blogwagon, then this fad should end tomorrow morning at precisely 10:57 CST. Yes tomorrow when I log onto my trusty ISP the cityscapes of weblogs will be replaced by barren alkali flats and tumbling weeds, crickets chirping in binary, etc. Oh well, sorry to end everyone's fun.
I guess if anything I'm just trying to make myself write...something, anything. Well, that and I sometimes get extremely bored at work. Oh, and I've had two red bulls today. So I may wake up tomorrow surprised to find a strange blog sleeping on my couch and wearing my Nightcrawler shirt! Hey! Give it! Also I don't have a couch so we're talking BIG surprise.
If you are reading this now, I'd just like to tell you what you can expect to read later. Musings on music, tv, movies, comics, video games, and maybe if it's a slow news day, real life will be the topics du jour or Freedom Topics here in America. My intention is to feel big & important and love the sound of my own typing but it will be masked behind the pseudo-intention of making people smile or maybe laugh a little or a lot, until maybe a little pee comes out and that will also make me feel big and important. so it's a win-win for everyone.
Queen had rhythm. How 'bout you?
Well, if you were at their concert at Wembly in '86, then ya didn't. I was listening to my personalized Launchcast radio station like I do when my Nomad Zen Xtra mp3 player is charging and I heard a live version of Bohemian Rhapsody. It was great. What really impressed me was that when the tempo changes (you know the part, don't make me sing it) you can hear the crowd start a clap that is just way too fast. Like hootnanny fast. And it just keeps speeding up. But Queen were such masters of their craft that they kept perfect time even though thousands of drunken tennis hooligans tried to get them to shorten the song down to 2 minutes. I don't blame them really. It's a long song and they probably had to go pee pretty bad. Anyway, I thought about how if I were playing and they started clapping like that I'd probably loose my place and start over at the beginning and then they'd really be upset because hey - full bladders.
I guess if anything I'm just trying to make myself write...something, anything. Well, that and I sometimes get extremely bored at work. Oh, and I've had two red bulls today. So I may wake up tomorrow surprised to find a strange blog sleeping on my couch and wearing my Nightcrawler shirt! Hey! Give it! Also I don't have a couch so we're talking BIG surprise.
If you are reading this now, I'd just like to tell you what you can expect to read later. Musings on music, tv, movies, comics, video games, and maybe if it's a slow news day, real life will be the topics du jour or Freedom Topics here in America. My intention is to feel big & important and love the sound of my own typing but it will be masked behind the pseudo-intention of making people smile or maybe laugh a little or a lot, until maybe a little pee comes out and that will also make me feel big and important. so it's a win-win for everyone.
Queen had rhythm. How 'bout you?
Well, if you were at their concert at Wembly in '86, then ya didn't. I was listening to my personalized Launchcast radio station like I do when my Nomad Zen Xtra mp3 player is charging and I heard a live version of Bohemian Rhapsody. It was great. What really impressed me was that when the tempo changes (you know the part, don't make me sing it) you can hear the crowd start a clap that is just way too fast. Like hootnanny fast. And it just keeps speeding up. But Queen were such masters of their craft that they kept perfect time even though thousands of drunken tennis hooligans tried to get them to shorten the song down to 2 minutes. I don't blame them really. It's a long song and they probably had to go pee pretty bad. Anyway, I thought about how if I were playing and they started clapping like that I'd probably loose my place and start over at the beginning and then they'd really be upset because hey - full bladders.