bairdduvessa

I had some fun dreams over the past week. And non violent too! But as always they were f'ing odd as all fuck. For example I had a dream that I had a kid again grocery shopping with my mom, only every in the store was made of Lego people. Then later in the week I had a fucking great sex dream (no orgasm) with this chick from high school whom I was not attracted to (but she was cool shit). I really want to try and figure out why she of all people ended up in my dream. She isn't some one I think about at all. We were never close. Although I did want a redheaded friends of hers

TOOL on FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OK let's see what else;

Book review!
I just finished a great book called "I shouldn't even be doing this!" by Bob Newhart. Yes THE Bob Newhart (kiddies, he was a stand up comedian who had two very successful TV shows, and three failures).

This book was great. Now I know what you are thinking, Bob Newhart? There is no way this can be good. WRONG. Mr. Newhart is a very, VERY funny man. And the books will have you at points laughing your ass off.

And if you have made it this part in my posts you should be asking yourself, "Well, what is it about?" Either that or why you haven't put me on your ignore list.

The book is about the actor reminiscing about his life. But, unlike most other memoirs out there, he doesn't come across as a pompass ass. Instead it is kind of like Bruce Campbell's "If Chins Could Kill", where as they both are able to talk about their lives but intersect the scenes with humor in between. He includes transcripts of some of his most famous lines/routines.

The book is just over 230 pages (not including the about the author sections), so it is hard to get bored with it. As a matter of fact if you do get bored with it, you probably lack any sense of humor.

I cannot stress how much I am recommending this book.

And if you have never heard his old stand up albums go down to your local stores and find them. Granted they may not be your cup of tea, but if you cannot identify with one thing out there, then you have never held a real job.


And last but not least a convo with a former room mate of mine!
higgins 4K: just the person i wanted to talk to
Ace: k
me: ok
me: in my cult, the personification of death is a hot chick
me: so i plan to marry said personification upon my eventual death
me: should that ever happen
me: and you out live me
me: i need a favor from you
me: a bachelor party for my corpse!
me: think of the poor poor strippers psyches we could destroy
Ace: you're a sick fuck, you know that?
me: yes
Ace: yes I'm sure you do
me: yes i do
Ace: Maybe you should commission a giant painting of yourself like that guy in Ghost Busters 2. Vigo
me: nah
me: the next day i want a funeral pyre
me: nothing added to it
me: no imagesr taken of it it
me: just me on some logs and all y'all spreading my ashes
me: after y'all burn the fuck out of my former shell
Ace: sure
Ace: sounds like a good time
me: don't see why it wouldn't be
me: (bring booze)
Ace: Shouldn't we burn a sock and a picture of George Reeves too?
Ace: and a gundam?
me: i am no where near as godly as george reeves


ok i think that is all for now. And since Jamie says I am not allowed to say peace, I will have to leave you with the word "peace"