( 11:07 PM )
Maryland, My Maryland
This blog thing is weird to me because it takes a certain amount of "I'm interesting enough that I'm going to write about my life and post it for the world to see" (i.e. ego) to actually do it. I don't particularly care about being interesting, but I am trying to conjure up something semi-worthwhile for someone other than myself to read. And though I'm not going to succeed this time, this little thought occured to me earlier today because one of my co-workers has been stuck singing a dumb song I started singing a couple of days ago. If I were having a conversation with you and we reached the 20 minutes before or after the hour where conversation stops, there's a 90% chance the only thing going on in my head is a song somehow related to the last words that were spoken. So if the conversation ended on "I wonder if the Maryland sniper is going to strike again and kill someone" - I could almost guarantee that within the next few minutes I would start singing either "When The Lightnin' Strikes" by Aerosmith, "Somebody Got Murdered" by the Clash, "Kill Baby Kill" by my old band Spitball, or even the Maryland University fight theme if I actually knew it.
Hey Mike Walls - I don't know if I like this blogging thing.....
( 1:54 AM )
Daydream believer
Ok - I have to admit that I spend a lot of time daydreaming. Some might call it fantasizing, but a fantasy is more of a wish to me, and daydreaming is just a harmless way to pass the time. I think I started doing it as a way of going over a potential story I'd like to write. But I have a problem with daydreaming now because the great American novel I was planning to pen turned out to be little more than Jackie Collins fodder (yes Orcutt - I actually read her "Rock Star" book!). So even though I know the story inside and out in my mind, I'm damn well tired of it. It's been there for 3 years now. I mean how many times can you replay your band declining the Grammy Award they just won by blowing it up on the stage? Argh. Guess I'll just have to start a new one that involves that amazing Dominican woman in the black skirt that I saw on the subway this morning. Maybe she follows me up to the dentist office, and while were both waiting we sneak into those cool dentist chairs and......oh - sorry - I'm drifting off into fantasyland.....
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