Bowling Balls
So, the Dude went bowling last night, figuratively speaking, and there were a few observations I made. This truly is the sport for do nothings. It doesn't necessarily require practice nor cognizance to play. I mean really, what other sport do you know where one imbibes intoxicants for refreshments during play?

The one challenge seemed to be keeping up with the score, but I figure that's why the handy dandy computer tallied score screen was invented. Who can be bothered with keeping score when there's beer to drink and balls to roll? After all, it's the balls what makes the man.


Your phone's ringing...

Sincerely,

The Dude

I want to be The Dude...
Stumbling from White Russian to White Russian without nary a care in the world. The sloshing of my glass being the slightest nuisance if only because the precious fluid might be spilled, thereby going unconsumed, lost forever to the mysterious process of evaporation, rising as an intoxicating mist to be inhaled by the atmospheric powers that be.

I would live in a fog of self-gratification, blind to responsibility and social acceptance. To be, if only to be. Nothing more, nothing less.

Don't pee on my rug and I won't pee on yours. That's the stuff that peace is made of.

Sincerely,

The Dude

Jeepers
The complaints are deserved. Had this been a real job I would have been fired three days ago, left with nothing but the shirt on my back and the dream of someday becoming a roadie with Bingo. Actually, the thought of inebriated fur is appealing right now.

I made a deal with my other personality to finish my story, which I will do.

I hope you all have your Pirates of Pensacola books handy as well as our book club will begin soon. For those of you who don't, GET IT!

Because you're such a helping group of people and participation is completely optional, please check out the following:

SORRY! CLICK HERE!!!!!

Alright...I was never a boyscout, obviously,
And I apologize for using their name in vain. I had some technical difficulties over the weekend that have been resolved. Mainly, I had to give my hubby a personality adjustment. We'll see how long it lasts.

If you're a Boy Scout and you live in the neighborhood come on buy and I'll buy some popcorn for my penance.

I'm back...
I received a message from Marty today threatening to defriend me if I didn't finish the friggin story. Since my friends are few and far between, and she's like the only one who's as crazy as I am, I will take no chances.

A new piece of the story will go up today.

Thank you for your patience. You're a great group of bloggers.

I love ya,

RDD

My apologies...
Since Saturday I have become engrossed in an issue that requires my full attention at present. I feel horrible about leaving you hanging, and I promise to return really soon. Have no worries, everything is fine. I'm simply off on another one of my "adventures". Perhaps I'll have another story to tell...

Check this out and pass it on...Especially all ya'll living in CA

Up later today, a new entry in the Smell of Fear, or a queer essay topic. Haven't decided yet.

No story today
I went to type up my entry and had a good bit done and then wa la, it was deleted. I'll take that as a sign that I need to start over. Plus, I am out of time. I actually have something to do today. So, no entry today. Sorry.

Man, Karma's a killer...

Sincerely,

RDD

Queer Essay Topic Thursday...submitted by Trillian
"Mental Radio"
I always have at least one song playing in my head.

Just recently, I've realized that sometimes, this may be an effort by my subconscious mind to communicate something to me.

For instance, the other day as I was driving along in a daze, a rather obscure song "Lemon Tree" by Fool's Garden started playing in my head. Just as I obliviously sped past my exit, the lyrics reached the point

"I'm driving around in my car
I'm driving too fast
I'm driving too far..."

The day I found out that the man who (I thought) was the love of my life was getting married, Harry Connick Jr had been in my head singing "But Not For Me"

When my sister called to tell me she was expecting her first child, the instant the phone rang my mental radio tuned to the John Lennon lullaby "Beautiful Boy."

And as I sat in my Doctor's office as he told me I needed exploratory surgery because they couldn't figure out what's wrong with me, I heard Matchbox 20 singing "I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell"

So, have you ever heard a song, mentally or not, at a particularly opportune moment?

If your life had a soundtrack, what would the theme song be?