Randomness

I’m totally hung over – two slugs and a dry heave and I’m off to work. Feeling better than this morning than I did when I rose, but I may still be McDonald’s-bound this afternoon for lunch. I only did it twice last year in HK, once to check it out and once when I was hung over, so I’m hoping that this is the one hangover visit for the duration. I’d really rather not, but all the other options – most of them, anyway – are not going to do it for me.

Back from lunch – didn’t do McD’s, but I did have a burger. Triple O’s White Spot. It was ok, I guess. Ok, so I had two burgers and some fries, Swanny-style. My tummy protested but I was able to pull it off, eating my way through the various blogs that keep me going over here. Shout out to flavoradded – keep postin’, sweetness petiteness. Shout out to cityrag. Shout out to socialites, isms, ultras, box-standers and even Detroit twellies, even though they hate too much and can’t help but have a face that only a mother could not punch. Shout out to media hooahs and their wicked brothers and sisters. Shout out to Matthew McGrory, who deserves his own post and will get one soon. Shout out to, uhhhh myself. I can’t believe I did a post about ODB passing last year in Honkers and now I’m back in the Kongsfordshire and I’ve got to put up a post about McGrory passing. Damn.

Who remembers “Heart and Soul” by Huey Lewis? I just read this thing in SF weekly about how retarded people are really into Huey Lewis, who has done a lot of work with the developmentally disabled. Anyway, Gawker thought it was hilarious, I guess, but I just thought it was kind of heartwarming and moderately interesting. The big thing for me, though, was being reminded of the “Heart and Soul” video and that guitar riff that dominates the chorus. Just took me back to the day, you know? Watching MTV in the Florida room in Miami Beach, checking out Flock of Seagulls and Big Country and Billy Idol, the Def Leppard videos, scoping out the MTV ads as they got crazier and crazier, the “Talk Talk” video, by Talk Talk, on the album Talk Talk (first video I ever saw)…good shit, man.

I have a terrible, terrible secret to admit: I watched Bring it On Again the other night. Dudes, you gotta forgive me for that one – the computer is down at home and there’s like 3 channels I can watch (unless I want to watch BBC World alla time, which I don’t want to do), and that night I was just not up for reading or going out. Anyway, there’s a classic line in the movie where one friend – the sista – tells the other breezy, “Man, that boy was all over you like ugly on an Osbourne.” That made me laugh. They are awfully ugly folks. I know some of you dig their steez, but let’s face it: the Osbournes are pretty much human garbage. I know, I know, I’m hating, and I’m totally turning my back on the dude who gave me my first metal show, the first of about 20 or so (Ozzy and Motley Crue, 1982, 6th grade. Got an awesome red Motley Crue shirt at that show. Now dips and batches and breezys all over Hollywood be rockin’ them vintage joints like ugly on an Osb- never mind). But sometimes you have to turn your back. No skin off my stiff upper lip.

Ok, more later. I’ma put out a quick one for McGrory.

Chucky