Vacuity

This Halloween is for The Birds…

Seriously.  The Birds.

‘Why?’, you ask?

Well, first of all…it’s Hitchcock:

…and  if Tippi Hedren (Melanie Griffith’s Mama) could do it…

…and Barbie could pull it off…

…then I’m fairly certain I can dig up a blonde wig, a doubleknit thriftstore dress and some plastic Killer Fowl.

Heh.

Hehehehehehehe….

Stay tuned.

Throwback Thursday: And the Blue One is STILL sexy.

Hello. My name is Ri, and I’m a Serial Blogger.

Yes, I am Ri of Music Savvy Mom…and the music is my first love. But, I do have other interests…random thoughts…a twisted sense of humor…opinions.

I need somewhere for them to go.

So, I’ve taken two of my Blogspot blogs and combined them here. A smorgasborg of random…a year’s worth of “WTF” upon which I shall build an even bigger Palace of Drivel!

(Good Lord, I feel so empowered!)

I haven’t decided on my chosen level of censorship yet. I’d say “lax” is a safe bet.

Still tweaking the site, but in the midst of the migration from Blogger,

while reading some old posts…I thoroughly entertained myself!  So, in the collective spirits of

self-serving vanity, conservation, recycling AND Zombies,

I’ll be exhuming a few for your enjoyment.  This one first ran on November 9, 2008.

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According to the Gothamist:

November 8, 2008
Naked Cowboys Settles Suit with M&Ms

The self-proclaimed World’s Greatest Performer, the Naked Cowboy, must have gotten a sweet settlement deal from the M&M folks. The NY Post is reporting that “he kept mum yesterday after settling a $4 million lawsuit against the Mars candy company. The underwear-clad busker, whose real name is Robert Burck, declined comment except to say ‘the matter has been resolved’ after pulling his case from Manhattan federal court.” The tighty-whitey tough guy brought his wrath down on the company after he noticed a blue M&M wearing his trademark outfit on a big screen outside of their Times Square shop. He later declared on the Today Show: “Type II diabetes and childhood obesity is epidemic. I am the opposite of that. I don’t endorse that product.”

• *On the one hand, this is a prime example of why AdMen should run their brilliant ideas by the Legal Department first, and this falls into my “Dumbshits, you deserve what you get” file.
• *On the other hand, this guy may be wackier than a Fourth of July Fruitcake, but he did come up with this schtick, and he’s the one freezing his peanuts on the corner trying to make a buck, so one might say “Fair play to him…curses on the Evil Conglomerate.”
• *On the other hand…he is sort of a panhandler, and while his physique itself might reflect trips to the gym and the consumption of veggies and eggwhite omelettes…that Butter Face, stringy hair and the WalMart brand tighty whities are decidedly offputting. If I’m sitting in an overpriced cab that smells of cabbage and falafel, praying that the foriegn substance I have just detected on the door handle IS actually hair gel, I’m not gonna be pleased to look up and see Roy Rogers: Chippendale Reject out my window. In that case, I’m looking at M&M/Mars as The Corporate Robin, who was bested by the Scum of Gotham! Dammit, Batman, where are you???
• *On the other hand…should he be paying THEM for this free publicity? I mean, really…
• *On the other hand-

Damn right. He’s a badass.

I’m referring to Alexander Hamilton.

In a desperate attempt to force myself to write a post, I scanned my list of labels for inspiration, and my eye fell on ol’ AH. So, purely for giggles, I checked his name on Google News.

Turns out my man has had FIVE articles referencing him in the past week!

(The one about the White House Tuesday Night Jam is my personal favorite. Placenta & avocado trees and the question of just how many spouses Mr. Chabon actually has were high points.)

Yeah, when we’ve been dead a hundred and five friggin’ years, let’s see if WE spawn quintuple news stories on some random week in May.

Pfffft.

I predict I’ll get two…tops.

Miss me?

Yeah, didn’t think so.

In case you’re wondering NOW where I’ve been…(y’know, now that I’ve brought it up, and now that you feel guilty for not thinking about me at all for a week)…I’m feeding a new addiction.

Blip.fm

I think…

So, there I was…

…watching the needles on the cockpit dials go limp. Nothing but blue as far as the eye could see, and I was out of fuel, altitude AND ideas.

Suddenly in my mind’s eye, I was transported to Benjamin Braddock’s swimming pool. As I saw myself floating there, I began to regret tossing that Letter of Acceptance to Dental School back at his mother and retorting

“Oh, yeah, Mrs. Braddock? Well, maybe I WANT to fly rubber dogshit out of Hong Kong! SOMEBODY has to do it!”

This shit wouldn’t be happening to Goose, I’ll tell you that for nothin’…