Get over to [Baked Chunk] right now!  I think I wet my knickers.

Oh yeah, I spent the last of my Blogshares cash on a few shares in [Up Late With McBain].

Which Rocky character are you?

I have come to realize that I check out [Miss Ginger's] blog a lot.  Maybe too much.  But hell, I have to live vicariously through someone that has a life.  She just happens to be the lucky, or unlucky depending on your point of view, victim. 

So this morning I come to check everything out.  If you read her blog, you'll understand this next part, but I'm not going to borrow that too.  I was going back trying to remember all the musicians I have met.  There are a lot.  I lived for music in my younger days.  There was a family friend at Sony, someone I met & hung out with at Warner & the fact that I worked at Z-Rock in Dallas for some time.  Not to mention I was so well liked at one of the clubs that always hosted national acts, that I came & went as I pleased at any time of the day.  I think I've only ever paid to see a handful of shows & those were all when I was in high school.  Translation..... I use to have a life.

I carted people around, dragged some out of strip joints so they could make it on stage within a reasonable amount of start time & went to industry parties.  Those were the best.  Open bar & I was underage.

It was while I was working at Z-Rock in the early 90's that I came to know the existence of a little band by the name of [Type O Negative].  It was just before Christian Woman really hit.  Well, in Dallas anyway.  I was obsessed.  Their front man, Peter Steele, was the epitomy of my perfect man.  Tall, dark hair, light eyes & a voice to die for.  Especially the voice.  I was smitten before I ever saw a picture.

When they came to town & played a crappy little hole in the wall called The Basement, I was of course there.  I waited in line like everyone else, but was pulled out & taken in by one of the people I worked with at the station.  I got to be right up front.  I thought I had died & gone to some twisted version of heaven.  I also got trampled.  Such is life.  After the show, we were standing around talking as usual.  So I'm standing their flapping my gums, back to the side door, when all of a sudden there is something huge standing beside me.  It was something out of a bad movie.  Cue the slow motion as I turn.  Look up.  I think I pissed myself.  There in all his glory stood Peter.  Me, being the monumental dumbass that I am, just stood there gape mouthed.

That's right kids, I couldn't say a damn thing.  I think he liked tormenting me.  The people from the station were laughing.  In hindsight, I think one of the DJs set me up.  It all worked out too perfect.  He chuckled at me.  I went back into the club.  A missed opportunity kids.

Now that I'm older & wiser *snicker*, I would like to do things differently, given the opportunity again.  Say a nice bottle of wine & conversation.  I'd like to pick his brain.  Although, I think mine would be the one getting picked.  Oh well.  It still remains that after all this time, I still have the hots for the guy. *shrug*

Word of the Day
deleterious - deh-luh-TEER-ee-uss - adjective
harmful often in a subtle or unexpected way

Kids, there is a "Save Draft" button for a reason.  Use it.  This has been a public service announcement brought to you by my current frustration.

The other day I was doing some light reading over at the [Noodleshop], when I happened across an entry about Blogshares.  I toodled on over & signed up.  I have done nothing with it since.  So let's put this puppy up & see if I can't get some sucker to buy some shares.

Nothing exciting to report from Sin City.  Nothing blew up & no casinos were robbed.  However, I did have a delightful breakfast over at the entirely too trendy Palms.  If you are in town, mosey on down there.  Then get back to me on something.

Is it just me or does everyone in the damn place dress the same?  I'm not talking employess either Einstein.  I'm talking patrons, customers or suckers.  You choose.  What is it with people all wanting to dress the same?  Its getting to where you can't pick the hookers at the craps table out from the actual paying customers (pun intended).  Something needs to be done about this.  Apparently, there was a mass lobotomy on society when I wasn't looking.  From what I can tell, they only scrambled the part of the brain used for determining originality.  Sorry, sheep is not a good look for me.  In any season.

On a lighter note.....  I've been listed over at [Ginger's Dish].  She thinks I'm amusing.  Weird, I think she's the one that's amusing.  At any rate, get your patootie on over there & check her out!  And while you are checking things out, step on over to these little gems:
Baked Chunk
Josie Nutter

Now, what you have all been waiting for I'm sure.  Its Word of the Day time!  YAY!

haruspex - huh-RUSS-peks - noun
a diviner in ancient Rome basing his predictions on inspection of the entrails of sacrificial animals

YUMMY!  Consider yourself enlightened.

P.S.  I almost forgot.  The terror alert over there.... I saw that at [Miss Ginger's] place.

According to [HumanForSale.com] I am worth exactly $1,336,532.00.  Any takers?

In all of my infinite wisdom, I have decided to add some new crap.  First will be the "Crush of the Week."  I have noticed that this changes for me all the time.  One week its one person, the next its another.  So, what the hell.  It gives me something to do anyway.  I'm sure there will be some that repeat too.

The very first "Crush of the Week" is Nicolas Cage.  He needs no introduction.  Sure, he's not quite all there, but who is.  I like 'em a tad bit nutty anyway.  Makes things interesting.

I have often wondered if an [octopus] could get an erection.  Now some nosey scientists have provided me with an answer.

In case you live in Russia, I suggest you pay your electric bill.  Otherwise, they might hold your [pet] hostage.  How sick is that?  Then, if you don't pay it they will sell your pet off to the highest bidder.  Want to know the best part?  Its not illegal over there.  Bastards.

YAY!  The bald [ibis], the "Bird of the Pharaohs" is making a comeback from extinction.

I'll save the ghost stories for next time.  Yes, I do read a lot.  I'm a geek by nature. 

The Siegfried & Roy show down at the Mirage apparently has some "technical" difficulties last night.  Seems that one of the tigers turned on Roy.  I've never seen the show, but its suppose to be quite good.  Hope the poor guy pulls through.  You can read about it [here].

I guess its a good thing I don't eat red meat all that much anymore.  Otherwise I might find [this] a bit ridiculous.  And no, I'm not one of those health nut types.  Not that there's anything wrong with that.  To each their own.  Red meat just makes me sick to my stomach. =/

One day a few months ago, I was walking through, as my brother likes to call it, the white trash capital of the world.  Otherwise known as Wal-Mart.  As I'm flying past the toy department in an attempt to escape through the garden center, I stopped in my tracks.  Out of the corner of my eye I swear I saw a giant penis in a box.

Of course I had to investigate.  Focusing on the box I noticed two giant teeth.  A HA!  Peni do have teeth.  Whoa!  Hold up.  Now they have teeth, eyes & appendages.  Sweet Jesus!  Since when did Wal-Mart start selling plush mutated sexual organs in the toy department?

Upon further investiagtion I find that the plush penis is actually named Rufus.  Yes, it has a name.  Its also a children's cartoon character.  Rufus is a naked mole rat from Disney's Kim Possible.  To me, Rufus will never be a mole rat, but a naked buck tooth penis.  Remember that when you are buying Christmas gifts this year.  I love Rufus!