A few quick things....

I decided to share a few nuggets of information about myself that I've recently been thinking about. Just a few ideas and feelings I have that I figured I'd like to share with you. 

I don't trust anyone who has never had a drink before. That means you Joe Biden.

I also don't trust anyone who doesn't curse. They don't have to have a sailors mouth like myself, but every once in a while a person should feel that their current situation constitutes a good "shit" or "fuck".

I am beginning to get mad at myself for breaking certain Facebooks rules that I set forth for myself. The biggest one being that I would not accept nor add a person on Facebook unless I knew for sure that I would say hi to them if passing them or bumping into them. If I don't think we liked each other enough 10 years ago to be friends, why the hell would I add you now. I bet their are at least 50 people who are my "friends" on Facebook that wouldn't even say hello if they saw me out. They'd just do the eye contact thing and wait to see if I say hi first, just like we all do when we aren't sure if we really want to talk to someone.

I recently began watching "It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia".  A friend of mine gave me Seasons 1 and 2 and I watched it all this weekend. It is up there with "30 Rock" and "The Office". And I have to agree with my friend who said when she watches it, it just makes her feel like getting drunk all day.

Speaking of getting drunk all day, I'm a big fan of Blue Moon beer and this weekend when my local packie ran out of it, I bought some Full Moon, which is a seasonal Blue Moon beer, and I must admit that it was rather delicious. Definitely try it if you like Blue Moon.

I like using the word "protocol" a lot lately. I have no need to ever use the word, but I find it fun trying to put it into regular conversation. This is a game you should try. Pick an odd word and see how many times you can use it in regular conversation. Here, I'll help you. The word is peripatetic. Have fun.

Oh and check out my boy Mikes new blog. It's a good time.

http://mike-idowhatiwant.blogspot.com

25 random things

So I've seen this whole thing on facebook where people write 25 random things about themselves so I thought I might as well do it on here. So without much ado, here are 25 random things about me.

1. My middle name is Martin, after my dad.

2. I fracture my leg when I was two when trying out an acrobatic act I was working on failed as the garbage can fell over.

3. I was born in Minnesota but moved to NH when I was 1 and have never been back.

4. I'm a registered independent

5. I'm a politics junkie.

6. I'm also a civil war junkie. Been to Gettysburg over a dozen times

7. I got caught stealing baseball cards from a convenience store when I was in 5th grade. I did not act alone.

8. I'm actually related to Stonewall Jackson distantly. I even have proof.

9. I'm a sucked for good romantic movies. Especially '80's ones. Say Anything is one of my favorite movies.

10. The only movie I've ever cried at was My Girl when Veda goes to the funeral and yells about how he can't see without his glasses.

11. A dream come true would be to write or be on SNL.

12. My first car was given to me by a priest.

13. I haven't been to church, other than weddings and funerals, in over 3 years (nothing to do with the car).

14. I met Bill and Hillary Clinton and Peter Jennings when I was 10 at the Mall of New Hampshire.

15. I introduced George Bush at my high school when he was running for president.

16. I voted for Ralph Nadar once.

17. I once worked at a driving range driving the truck around shagging balls.

18. I once played the lead in a production of "Death of a Salesman".

19. While making a sci fi video for school, I accidentally made such a large explosion I apparently broke a well pipe 4 feet underground.

20. I once had backstage passes to a concert and got to meet Beck, Ben Folds and Les Claypool.

21. One of my cars got totaled when a cop rear ended me.

22. I'm told I do a pretty good Christopher Walken impression.

23. I've been to six weddings to this point in my life. I've been in the wedding party for all six. Always a grooms man, never a groom.

24. I love getting dressed up and one day hope I lead a life that requires me to own my own tuxedo.

25. I can tie a cherry stem not in one, but two knots with my tongue. And yes ladies, I'm single.

You take the kids, I'll take the house...

So like many of you, I day dream all the time. A thought will pop into my head and I'll be off in my imagination for a few minutes. The other day was no exception so I thought I'd share.

I was flipping through an entertainment magazine (they do still print these) and stumbled upon a picture of a certain attractive actress. She will remain nameless so that after this post, I can be made fun of but with detail. Anyway, its an actress that I find very attractive. That's where the day dreaming starts.
I begin to think how wonderful my life would be to date her. Think about it. A beautiful celebrity. We'd meet in some random way while walking down the street (even though I live 3,000 miles away) and for some reason she'd be taken aback by this pasty white ginger. She'd say hi, I'd say hi and wekd connect. Perhaps we'd get a drink and things would take off. I'd go to a big premiere with her and maybe work on a film together. Eventually wed have a huge wedding covered by Perez Hilton and then have wonderfully cute kids who are cursed by having red hair. We'd grow old and become this generations It couple, staying together for years. My what a nice day dream.

I then look back at the magazine and read the caption about her and her boyfriend. Boyfriend? How could this be? How could she do this to me? My mind begins wandering again.

What if she marrys this douche? What if he interfers with our chance meeting? Everything I was so happy about is gone. Then I realize, its Holllywood. These things never last. Its the land of divorce. So then I think it can still work. She'll have a few years with this assclown and then get a divorce. Its perfect! I swoop in and get her on the rebound. I show my sensitive side and boom. We're together and all the happy thoughts come back. Money, celebrity, big house, kids.

But there's the problem. Divorce is so abundant there. What if we get divorced? She makes all the money. I'm just a bum who married up. What if she paints me in the media to be some dick who treated her bad? Who gets the kids? I can't be single that late in life. I have nothing to offer a woman.

Then I stop and realize how pathetic I am. I'm now depressed after thinking about my impending divorce to a celebrity that will leave me with no life. That's right, I lack enough self esteem to even have a good day dream. I suck.