Blah! Don't know what I am doing but I went to bed early and woke up at 2:42. Now its 4 something and I don't want to sleep. However, what I do want to do is write. I have no particular topic or subject in mind. Compulsively, I just want to write. Yes, that is bizarre I know.
It kind of reminds me of this thing called Twitter. Many of you are probably long familiar with it. Its this bizarre thing on the internet that allows you to tell people what you are doing every minute of the day. http://twitter.com/ I was ready to rake twitter over the criticism coals of redundance and stupidity but then I went to the website. Now I am scared that I might like it. I know...its a shame.
The problem is, which I didn't expect, they have this cute little video (yes, I said cute). This video is about a little stick figure named Carla and after Carla gets on to twitter she learns that one of her friends is a baseball fan. Also, Carla's friends learn that she likes Van Halen. I guess Twitter is targeting pre-generation X with that observation.
I mean there is nothing wrong with Van Halen. The whole Diver Down album rocks, especially that cover of Martha and the Vandellas. "Where Have All The Good Times Gone", dunnunt dun dunnunnt, dunnunt dun dunnunt, won't you tell me, dunnunt, where have all the good times, dunnunt, all my life i never stop to worry bout a thing, open up and shout it out and never try to sing. So, what I am saying is, yeah, Van Halen is cool but me, at 40, thinking its cool, well; what does that really mean?
Wait a minute! Stop the presses. I have made a serious mistake that must be corrected immediately. I mentioned the wrong song. Where Have All The Good Times Gone is not the song I meant by Martha and the Vandellas. It was Dancing In the Street. As an apology for my sin by omission to you the readers and more importantly Martha and the Vandellas; I have included a link, to a Martha and the V's performance. They are singing Dancing in the Street. Enjoy. Check out the guy in the striped wife beater. He is feelin himself and exactly how big is Martha's hair! Damn!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-EKd2n0urs&feature=related
Oh, yeah...Twitter.
Went to bathroom.
Took laptop to bathroom
Made poopie
Finished blog
Feel better
Going to sleep
Craving eggs
Damn! Just as I was about to publish this post the blogger gnomes invaded my computer with a pop-up warning. It said, "Warning! No singular references to poopie are allowed!" I am not really sure what that means. I think it means that I have to mention poop at least twice or I will get kicked of Blogger. I really have no desire to elaborate on poop but rules are rules. So, what I will do is provide my faithful readers with a warning. Whatever you do, do not, I repeat DO NOT go to the following website. www.doodie.com There, including this sentence that is 4 poops and 1 doodie. Mission Accomplished.
Not tired anymore.
Thinking about getting eggs.
Now I am feeling tired.
Debating sleep.
Cant stop writing.
Clearing throat.
Watching pointer flash on my computer as it shoots out letters and words.
Something about twitter makes me have a robot voice in my writing brain.
Good Nyt...........
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