Thursday, March 27, 2008

Mystery Train.

A note to the person who keeps sending me anonymous Elvis-themed postcards in the mail … I know you’ve already sent three now, but keep them coming. They make my day. I’m not so concerned with the fact that you know my mailing address or that you’re doing a pretty piss-poor job of disguising your handwriting from one postcard to the next or that you never leave me the courtesy of knowing your name. I’m really enjoying that Elvis sports a beard in all of the photos and that one is trying to pass Burgess Meredith off as some kind of half Indian. Priceless stuff, really. Charro! and Flaming Star weren’t even such terrible movies, wouldn’t you agree?

In related news, Elvis will be down by the Gateway this afternoon. I’m predicting that future event right now. Should you see him, don’t hesitate to honk, attack him with your cameraphones like Britney’s very own paparazzi devotees or shout the ever-original “Elvis lives!” I think he likes that. A lot.

Also, say a little prayer for Aline’s foot today, if you’d be so kind. We’ve been training for this race out in Laughlin happening this weekend for a month or two, only she ran so hard last weekend, she ended up fracturing one of her feet. Found out last night after she hobbled into Instacare after a wee jog. And now there are only two who will run. But there will still be sun and a trail and a river and a pool and memories. I’m so not prepared for this, but c’est la vie.

In wholly unrelated news, I believe I have discovered the true owner of my used cell phone. I used to think it was this scary looking fella, however, now I'm thinking otherwise. It seems that the character below would be more prone to shaking it to “Milkshake,” one of many ringtones left on this device. She left a few photos on the phone, too. I just unearthed them last night (this one included). It makes me feel like I took something that wasn't mine, you know, having all these personal clues as to who owned it before me? I bought it, fair and square, but that feeling stays with me regardless. It will prolly stay until I pick up a brand new one, too. So be it.

8 comments:

Jillian said...

Oh my. I am equal parts disturbed and amused, on all counts. The mystery postcards, the pictures. All of it. Very interesting.

Sherpa said...

Those mystery postcards sound awesome.

Milkshake huh. That phone had quite the former life.

Lincoln said...

You know what would be awesome? If that girl somehow discovered your blog and found her picture on the internet. I'd pay to see her reaction.

Have fun on the run.

Dainon. said...

You hear that, Girl? If you find my blog, don't get mad ... just e-mail me. We could make some sweet, sweet money together.

aisy said...

those are some sweet milkshakes...

plainoldsarah said...

she scares me more than her man's beard.

Juliann said...

D! What is it exactly that you are proposing to Girl that would make you both so much money!?!

And I don't claim responsibility for the postcards, but I'm saying, "HEY ELVIS ENTHOUSIAST READERS: LET'S ALL JUMP ON BOARD AND START SENDING DAINON ELVIS POSTCARDS. . . WE COULD START A MOVEMENT."

Dainon. said...

Refer to Lincoln's above comment about paying to see her reaction. Our future leads to a future that combines pay-per-view with YouTube.