Fairy tales can come true, it can happen to you, if you're young at heart...
From sometime around 1987 into the early 90s, I couldn't have imagined anything greater than what happens at the end of this video clip:
Even today, when the white-hot intensity of my hatred of hair metal bands has cooled considerably, and morphed into something like "amused pity," I can't help but smile at least a little.
(Though the question of why Poison was performing at the Tony Awards in the first place does puzzle me.)
Found via What Would Tyler Durden Do?)
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Monday, June 08, 2009
Sunday, August 31, 2008
A Whole Lot Of Nothing
Today involved doing a whole lot of nothing, but finding that time managed to fly pretty quickly even though I wasn’t having any fun.
I woke up at 11:30 – I can’t remember the last time I slept that late – did a little bit of nothing in particular, had something to eat, then, after doing some more nothing in particular, looked at the clock and noticed that it was almost 3. When I looked again, it was 6, and I realized that I hadn’t eaten anything since noon, so I took care of that.
Then I noticed that I was out of paper towels and decided that getting some would give me a reason to venture out into the world, which I needed to do before I ended up developing agoraphobia. When I had four days off every week when I worked at AOL I learned that I started getting a little squirrely and anxious about leaving the house (okay, squirrelier and more anxious about leaving the house) if I stayed holed up for more than three days.
So I finally got around to taking a shower, got dressed, and went to Target. This time I remembered to bring the battery from the doorbell remote for comparison, and found the correct battery, though I didn’t remember to bring those other incorrect batteries I bought with me to exchange them.
Oh well.
In any case, I once again, pointlessly, have a working doorbell. So at least I accomplished something today.
I’ve actually been spending most of my time watching more Riff Trax movies, at least when I’m not just idly surfing the Web or wandering aimlessly around the house.
While I was at Target I also picked up some more squirrel poison, as it turns out that the creature in my backyard is not a squirrel-eating badger, but rather a vegetation-eating groundhog. Of course, it’s possible I no longer have a groundhog, as I noted that one of the trays that formerly held squirrel poison was lying empty right by the hole the groundhog had been coming in and out of. On Friday there were a bunch of squirrels congregating in my yard, so I figured I should stock up on special treats for them.
I’d thought about taking a walk around the neighborhood to see if there were any yard sales going on, but in all the excitement of doing nothing I forgot. Maybe tomorrow.
In any case, that’s pretty much all there is to report.
I woke up at 11:30 – I can’t remember the last time I slept that late – did a little bit of nothing in particular, had something to eat, then, after doing some more nothing in particular, looked at the clock and noticed that it was almost 3. When I looked again, it was 6, and I realized that I hadn’t eaten anything since noon, so I took care of that.
Then I noticed that I was out of paper towels and decided that getting some would give me a reason to venture out into the world, which I needed to do before I ended up developing agoraphobia. When I had four days off every week when I worked at AOL I learned that I started getting a little squirrely and anxious about leaving the house (okay, squirrelier and more anxious about leaving the house) if I stayed holed up for more than three days.
So I finally got around to taking a shower, got dressed, and went to Target. This time I remembered to bring the battery from the doorbell remote for comparison, and found the correct battery, though I didn’t remember to bring those other incorrect batteries I bought with me to exchange them.
Oh well.
In any case, I once again, pointlessly, have a working doorbell. So at least I accomplished something today.
I’ve actually been spending most of my time watching more Riff Trax movies, at least when I’m not just idly surfing the Web or wandering aimlessly around the house.
While I was at Target I also picked up some more squirrel poison, as it turns out that the creature in my backyard is not a squirrel-eating badger, but rather a vegetation-eating groundhog. Of course, it’s possible I no longer have a groundhog, as I noted that one of the trays that formerly held squirrel poison was lying empty right by the hole the groundhog had been coming in and out of. On Friday there were a bunch of squirrels congregating in my yard, so I figured I should stock up on special treats for them.
I’d thought about taking a walk around the neighborhood to see if there were any yard sales going on, but in all the excitement of doing nothing I forgot. Maybe tomorrow.
In any case, that’s pretty much all there is to report.
Monday, January 07, 2008
The Squirrel Invasion Has Begun
This morning when I woke up and went downstairs to the kitchen I looked out the window to see a half a dozen squirrels running around in my backyard.
I immediately decided to add poison to my grocery list.
When I got home from the store I took one of the little packages of poison kibble – stored inside a convenient serving tray – and set it on a fence post near where they tend to congregate. The squirrels in the tree behind my yard looked like there were preparing to check it out, so I hung out on my patio to watch. Before any of them could make a move, though, I heard some scratching on the fence at the front of the yard where another squirrel was climbing its way up. With a look of determination I never thought I’d see on a squirrel, it climbed over the fence and made a mad dash directly to the tray of poison at the back of the yard and very deliberately knocked it off the fence post, scattering the poison pellets all over the ground, before rushing off.
WTF? Was it like some squirrel super hero swooping in to protect its fellow squirrels?
I’m really starting to think that I need to pick up a pellet gun, though I suspect I would end up taking out more windows than squirrels.
I also checked the trap in the attic and found that I’d apparently set it improperly last time, as all the peanut butter was gone, but the trap had never been sprung.
Why is my place such a magnet for squirrels anyway? They seem to stay out of everyone else’s yard.
Oh well.
So last night, if history has taught me anything, I should have been having anxiety-filled dreams about being late for my first day of work. Usually I’ll dream that I’m already like four hours late and keep running into further delays as I scramble to get ready and head out the door.
Of course I didn’t have any dreams like that because today wasn’t my first day of work.
I just remained baffled at what an aggravating mess this whole job thing has been. I grudgingly admit that the Universe has really outdone itself this time.
I immediately decided to add poison to my grocery list.
When I got home from the store I took one of the little packages of poison kibble – stored inside a convenient serving tray – and set it on a fence post near where they tend to congregate. The squirrels in the tree behind my yard looked like there were preparing to check it out, so I hung out on my patio to watch. Before any of them could make a move, though, I heard some scratching on the fence at the front of the yard where another squirrel was climbing its way up. With a look of determination I never thought I’d see on a squirrel, it climbed over the fence and made a mad dash directly to the tray of poison at the back of the yard and very deliberately knocked it off the fence post, scattering the poison pellets all over the ground, before rushing off.
WTF? Was it like some squirrel super hero swooping in to protect its fellow squirrels?
I’m really starting to think that I need to pick up a pellet gun, though I suspect I would end up taking out more windows than squirrels.
I also checked the trap in the attic and found that I’d apparently set it improperly last time, as all the peanut butter was gone, but the trap had never been sprung.
Why is my place such a magnet for squirrels anyway? They seem to stay out of everyone else’s yard.
Oh well.
So last night, if history has taught me anything, I should have been having anxiety-filled dreams about being late for my first day of work. Usually I’ll dream that I’m already like four hours late and keep running into further delays as I scramble to get ready and head out the door.
Of course I didn’t have any dreams like that because today wasn’t my first day of work.
I just remained baffled at what an aggravating mess this whole job thing has been. I grudgingly admit that the Universe has really outdone itself this time.
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