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My day so far.
May. 7th, 2007 12:59 pmI seem to be having one of those days that ... I don't ....
You know what? Analogy.
Do you remember, like, two or three years ago, at the Oscars -- either the Oscars, the BAFTAs, the Golden Globes, the Arbitrary Film And Television Prowess Recognition And Kick Ass After Party Awards (which has been shortened this year to AFATPRAKAAPA, because not many people in Hollywood can pronounce the word "arbitrary") -- when they had the Rolling Stones on stage for some reason? And Keith Richards, that coconut crazy bastard, gamboled up onto the stage with his shaggy afghan hound expression and spent the next five to ten seconds just trying to find the mic? That was in the middle of the stage? And he still couldn't find it because the inside of his head has been hollowed out by years of cocaine abuse?
That's what I feel like today -- I'm just trying to find the mic.
Oi.
You know what? Analogy.
Do you remember, like, two or three years ago, at the Oscars -- either the Oscars, the BAFTAs, the Golden Globes, the Arbitrary Film And Television Prowess Recognition And Kick Ass After Party Awards (which has been shortened this year to AFATPRAKAAPA, because not many people in Hollywood can pronounce the word "arbitrary") -- when they had the Rolling Stones on stage for some reason? And Keith Richards, that coconut crazy bastard, gamboled up onto the stage with his shaggy afghan hound expression and spent the next five to ten seconds just trying to find the mic? That was in the middle of the stage? And he still couldn't find it because the inside of his head has been hollowed out by years of cocaine abuse?
That's what I feel like today -- I'm just trying to find the mic.
Oi.
