Today, was a Ted Hawkins day. That is, a little bit cool-ish and grey and quiet and calm and perfect for a little bit of strumming and croonin’ from Ted.
Not unlike the ground hog in February foreshadowing spring, Ted Hawkins in September is the harbinger of sweater weather! You have been warned!
So, hey there, how’ve you been? Good. Good. Hope that works out for you.
I’ve been umm, a bit neglectingful of sweet, sweet, diaryland to say the least. But if it means anything to anyone, there’s been one phrase going through my head pretty much every five seconds for the past almost nearly over two weeks and it went a little bit something like this: Just. Fucking. WRITE SOMETHING ALREADY, ya big ‘tard!
Yeah, I know. Who fucking cares, right? Which is why I pretty much have always sworn I would try to keep the “Oh! My! God! I haven’t written in so long!” content down to a minimum no matter how much time passes because BFD on the ann-frank.diaryland.com diary, right’
Exactly. I will, however, blame much of my distraction to many things which are not limited to: interviewing people to work with me since my promotion at work, the death of Johnny Cash, Pabst Blue Ribbon Beer, smooching and breaking hearts, more Pabst Blue Ribbon beer, musical shows where people show up to play instruments (which coincidentally means more cheap beer) talking friends out of relationship trauma, family things, more visiting friends, more rock shows and oh did I mention cheap beer?
Sounds like a busy few weeks, eh? Well, not really, because it might have been a little bit less stressful had Matchstick Men and that new Underworld movie not cost me over ONE! MILLION! DOLLARS!
Confession: I am hooked on the HSX again, y’all, and it is not pretty.
You know, the Hollywood Stock Exchange where dreams are made and hearts are broken over whether or not Mel Gibson’s (HSX: MGIBS) directorial debut over that new Jesus Christ movie (HSX: PASON) will make me mo’ money or not.
The answer, by the way, is that people seem to be okay with Mad Max directing the last 12 days of JC because Mel’s stock has gone up 15% in the last two days. Which is okay by me, considering I have made a cool quarter of a million dollars off the hype.
Yes, I realize how obnoxious all of this is if you are not in-the-know and not all signed up but, you know, you can blame my friends. Because after one tiny, harmless mention, they have now all signed up. Which makes me a wee bit competitive. I mean, it used to be just me. No worries, no hurries about showing me the money and all that but now that they are around, I have to make more money than them, right? You know, bigger house, bigger pool, bigger pool house, more pool boys to take care of the pool and frolic nekkid around the pool house and such.
Because that is how it is in Hollywood, right?
This is all in my defense, because I signed up at the HSX years ago when my friend Tracy worked on the site back in 1997. And I played a little bit here and there. Then I forgot about it. Then I would remember it everyonceinawhile and dabble. Then I would forget about it. Then, like, in 1999, Hollywood decided to think about making a movie based on a little book called Harry Potter, and at the time, Harry Potter was just sort of you know - there - not quite a big deal yet. And around that time I remembered seeing some kids at Barnes and Noble all running around wearing capes and these big round glasses with these lightening bolts all painted on their heads and so I thought, well, you know, the kids like it so I bought a fifty-thousand shares of the first Harry Potter movie when it was IN DEVELOPMENT.
And then I forgot about my HSX account for a few years until, I saw a preview for that little Harry Potter movie on the news and there were thousands of kids running around in the same garb and I thought, gee, I think I will sign in to my account and I wonder … holy shit!
Millions and millions of fake U.S. dollars were made, people. And I didn’t even know it. Harry Potter on the ground floor!
And god, I am boring myself, so I will spare you the rest only to say that I was not even signing in for months and months at a time, but now that a few of my friends have signed up I want to buy my very own fake island with all of the fake millions of dollars that the Johnny Depp (HSX: JDEP) Pirate Movie have made me, so I am a little bit hooked again.
And if you, you know, are going to maybe ever think to yourself “jeez, I have no life, maybe I should sign up, and buy my very own fake island filled with pool boys, or play bunnies, tyrannosaurus and pterodactyl, WHATEVER” then by all means sign up .
Just remember to, you know, use Ispy as a reference. Because, hey, a girl needs her bling bling, it’s Hollywood, okay?
So remember that username is: Ispy (case sensitive!)
Hey - do not laugh at the username. What can I say? It was 1997! It was the height of the X-Files craze! And I ahh… ahhhh … uhhhh
Okay, so here where the ‘net nerd tries to exit quietly …
You all have a lovely week.