Floating Thoughts

I want my life to sound like Dave Grohl’s voice.

I need to see Hawaii. I’m long overdue.

Shaving is real pain in the ass. I need to become a musician or a professor or something so I don’t have to deal with it anymore. Or start a cult.

There’s a girl out there that I still owe a big apology to, and I wonder if I’m ever going to cowboy up and just get it done? She deserves it. And it’s always going to be there in the back of my mind if I don’t.

I need to get John Hughes’ phone number or email address. I have a TV project I want to pitch to him. If anyone knows him, hook me up, would you?

I hate gin. In all my drinking days (and there were a lot of those days), that’s the one liquor I couldn’t stand.

I wonder what it would be like to live in one of the Dakotas?

Where, exactly, did Steve Guttenberg blow it? So he starts with Diner, but then does Police Academy. Under normal circumstances, going a Police Academy kind of film is where you shoot your career in the foot, but it was pretty much the START of his. Big films after that – your Cocoons, your Three Mens, a few big household-name-making moments. Did he just wake up one day and make a call, and wonder why no one was answering? And then the next call, and the next? Did he really piss someone off in Hollywood, or did he just refuse to get rid of his agent who seemed to think that films like “P.S. Your Cat is Dead” were a GOOD idea?

If I knew then what I know now, I’d have focused a lot more on science in school. It fascinates me…yet I’m in idiot in it. I’d have just studied a whole lot more, in general.

Whatever happened to Pink Lady and Jeff? Did they just split? Are there, like, two shows in Vegas now at opposite ends of the strip, one called “Pink Lady Live” and the other called “The Jeff Experience”?

I really need some new clothes. Why is it I only ever think of that when I really can’t afford to go shopping for new clothes?

I want to get a new laptop one of these days, but I’m torn. I like how small my Thinkpad is, because it’s easy for me to carry around. But it’d be cool to have a nice, badass one that does everything my PC does, one that would let me sit out on the patio and watch movies with some earphones on. But the bigger ones have the keyboard too close to the screen, and my reach isn’t that great, so I prefer it closer to me. I don’t like all that extra wrist space.

I’ve never been to Boston. I need to see Boston.

If I got myself really rich, I’d like to take a few months off and spend every day in the Smithsonian. STILL wouldn’t have seen everything by the end of that time. That’s what’s so cool about it.

How am I ever going to find the time to scan all my photos from my old albums like I want to? It would take forever. And if I did, what then? I can’t even mange to get my existing digital ones up on to galleries. I’m years behind on that alone. Maybe I need to hire a temp.

Am I ever going to decide on one screenplay and just write the damn thing, or am I going to spend the rest of my life jotting down ideas for new ones?

Can we just do the election now and skip all this lead-up so I can turn on the TV in the morning and hear something besides how Hillary used the wrong fork at a campaign dinner the night before, and whether that’s a sign that it’s now all over for her?

I can’t figure out what to do with meeting celebrities. I mean, being introduced to them, that’s one thing. But bumping into one. I’m always faced with the conundrum. Do I just let them be and not be one of “those” people and annoy them by saying hello? Or do I follow my usual instincts and leave them be, and always wonder if I should have said something? I’m going to have to make a decision one of these days and just stick with one or the other.

Is the Hulk movie going to suck as much as we’re all starting to think it will? That would be two for two.

I just heard that Extreme is getting back together. I wonder if that’s going to be a good thing for me? I owned and loved all their CDs. They were “my band” for a long time. But there’s a lot of music I was into back then that I can’t even listen to now. Will this be the same?

Are we going back to the Moon, like, EVER? Aren’t we going to feel stupid if Japan starts going up there and builds a moon base first and claims it and wants to charge us rent if we finally decide to set something up? Who owns the damn thing anyway?

I need to go shave. I mentioned it’s a pain in the ass, right?