Saturday, November 14, 2009

I can't always focus real well.

I really did have a dream this morning where I was performing a house concert with Michael Jackson. There weren’t a lot of people there and he was kind enough to allow me to go first. I wonder this has something to do with the reason “Heal The World” keeps popping into my brain at the most inopportune times of late.

This dream surpasses the recent nightmare I shant recount in detail (but it involved Robin Williams on a tractor, among other oddities) and the other one, where I pulled two incredibly long, gray hairs from my ear, proceeding to fluff them up, using both as a warm blanket.

Some kind someone has offered to learn a bunch of Elvis’ Christmas tunes so’s I don’t have to sing along with the King if I don’t want to. Maybe I’ll get hold of that red velvet Elvis jumpsuit again and make some magic happen. Then again, maybe it’ll be more like Elvis Holiday Unplugged or something. Oh, the possibilities!

Was supposed to go to Russia this week for work, but now I’ll likely go to Colorado Springs instead. Because the latter is obviously better, right? I just wanted to wear a mink hat is all.

Hawaii happens so very soon. So soon. And there will be lobstering and lots of free lodging and kayaking and camping and helicopter rides and more! It just keeps getting impossibly better.

I think Tony Horton wears some kinda toupee. The fact I don’t know for certain is proof of how good it is.

Last night involved blowing out a tire on the highway, surviving that, swimming in a warm crater in the mountains, piling eight people into a Chrysler and eating tacos and churros for the rest of the night. It was quite possibly the Best Friday Ever.

Why do I go back to the Jiffy Lube? They’re never the best there is and they always seem to get away with charging me much too much.

If I had that pig flu, I think it was a lot nicer to me than some of the other sicknesses I’ve had. Whatever it was, though, is all but gone.

Gentlemen Broncos is crazy as everybody says, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't go see it. Me and that old guy in the back of the Broadway theater laughing himself into an early grave both recommend it heartily.

Drove members of the band Fanfarlo around for a bit this afternoon in a snowstorm, watching them make some acoustic magic over at the station. I don’t think I’ll tire of that kind of assistance anytime soon and I am really, really excited to see that concert in a couple hours. I hope people come to see ‘em. It’s impossible not to like what it is they do.

Oh. It snowed. Father Winter didn’t so much storm on us as he did make us pull our scarves out again. It’s not quite Christmas snow, not yet.


plainoldsarah said...

i recognize that painting. did plewe give it back to you? bummer about russia. wear the hat anyway - it's cold around here.

Dainon. said...

Plewe still owns her Kenny. There just happen to be a lot of them, you know? And that's a good thing, a very good thing.

heather said...

you can go right ahead and wear the mink hat here in colorado springs instead. i promise not to laugh.

Team O'Connor said...

That might have been my favorite post to read. I don't know why. Maybe cause it was packed so full of adventure. Made me wanna get up and do something! Sounds like Utah and XanGo fun to me :)