I must be going through an identity crisis. Hence the name change. WithoutTheFezOn was getting old and boring.
I'm growing out my hair and beard and I don't care who hates it. Translated, that generally means in three weeks I'll shave and chop off all my hair out of boredom.
What do you think, as a sort of ultra-shallow question of the hour? And why would you really care?
I still have the XM reciever from my winter job in my car. Although I'm not officially on the payroll in the warm months, nobody's asked for the thing back yet. Let's just keep that between you and me
In an effort to prove to myself that I can still read, I just picked up Aldous Huxley's "Brave New World." Waiting for that moment at the laundromat when some rube comes up and asks "WHUT CHA READIN FOR..." a la Bill Hicks in a truckstop in Tennessee.
Did I ever tell you how much I hate the fucking laundromat?
Friday, instead of working up in the public address booth, I need to fill in for the onfield guy. That means I get to yuk it up and pump up 4000 people and be Mr Personality. Yep, the same mellow quiet guy feeling content in a dark room with a Heineken, a candle, The Church on the CD player and SG on the browser is going to suddenly spring up and lead a crowd in a rousing chorus of Take me Out to the Ballgame. Not to mention emceeing the between-innings sumo matches and tshirt tosses.
I could rant about the good and bad of the radio job but I'll spare you.
I'm growing out my hair and beard and I don't care who hates it. Translated, that generally means in three weeks I'll shave and chop off all my hair out of boredom.
What do you think, as a sort of ultra-shallow question of the hour? And why would you really care?
I still have the XM reciever from my winter job in my car. Although I'm not officially on the payroll in the warm months, nobody's asked for the thing back yet. Let's just keep that between you and me
In an effort to prove to myself that I can still read, I just picked up Aldous Huxley's "Brave New World." Waiting for that moment at the laundromat when some rube comes up and asks "WHUT CHA READIN FOR..." a la Bill Hicks in a truckstop in Tennessee.
Did I ever tell you how much I hate the fucking laundromat?
Friday, instead of working up in the public address booth, I need to fill in for the onfield guy. That means I get to yuk it up and pump up 4000 people and be Mr Personality. Yep, the same mellow quiet guy feeling content in a dark room with a Heineken, a candle, The Church on the CD player and SG on the browser is going to suddenly spring up and lead a crowd in a rousing chorus of Take me Out to the Ballgame. Not to mention emceeing the between-innings sumo matches and tshirt tosses.
I could rant about the good and bad of the radio job but I'll spare you.
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chest_rockwell:
There was a band a while back called Screaming Blue Messiahs and on their album Bikini Red they had a song called "Jesus Chrysler Drives a Dodge and when I saw your name I was surprised. Either way it's clever and you're right the names fit together quit nicely.
nordicgoddess:
I just think you should cut off all of your hair and change your user name to "Uncle Fester." 