Thread: Music Videos

ha! profound. there are only so many common routines, so many numbers, so many combinations, it's all patterns. the trick is to learn to spot them. brilliant! it's the same as playing poker, or making music scales, or selling cars, or talking a gal out of her pants. a mix of math and feel and message, all disguised in what you surface see or hear. deep level stuff. that is actually how magicians do it too, make you focus over here but feed you what you're willing to accept over there, but the only way to do it is to know what you want to hear. that is kind of disturbing if one does not usually think about those things. outstanding find.

Originally Posted by McDuck

here's another. ah hell, just give me the red pill. and make it pop.

ha! too funny kk. apropos. so today at 1:00 pm when i leave the office the wheels come off my train. everything i touch since then turns to crap.

go to the apartment and my neighbor is stuck in the melting ice and snow and we can't push her out of the ditch. barely make it to the optometrist in time and then stuck there for hours while this hot tattooed nasty drill sergeant lady makes me pass a test putting them in and out before i get to leave. i poked myself in the eye so many times i started to get mad and she just leans in on me and says "am i making you uncomfortable?" and she keeps doing it! leaning her **** on me, she was having fun and i was beet red frustrated. then while my son is getting fitted and glasses adjusted i go out to pickup to transfer money between accounts at credit union to pay for all the abuse i get locked out of my accounts! because i had to random answer my security questions. and one of them was what is the nickname of your spouse? seriously?

so i tried all the *****, and ****, and *********** *****, words i could think of and then it shut me down. so i had to call the lady at the credit union and she resets me so i can login again. and i **** it up again. then i have to go back in the optometrist and talk the other financial desk job gal, who is also apparently a drill sergeant with tattoos, into taking my check but not running it until tomorrow. then we get to leave with our glasses order and contact samples and contact order and i finally spent enough pre-tax flex account money so as not to lose it before the first of the year.

but it gets worse. the haircut scenario was way worse, but emily and sally (sally? really? well just slap my ass). and i'm not going to talk about that any further. so there was some other minor things in there in between i'm but not gonna waste much time on them. but one is i went to walmart liquor store for a six pack and i'm trying to be positive and happy and so i say to this old fat troll of a clerk "hey, how are you? nice day huh?" and you know what she does? she leans real close over the counter and says "oh, i'm doing fine, it's the rest of the world that is crazy". and she winks! she frikkin winked. omg. pull it pull it pull it. i was done then, just shut my mouth and paid. headed for the house. crazy days.

we were planning on going to "passengers" movie at the mall where that chick skinny dips in outer space, but i made an executive decision. no more. scratch movie see it later. scratch dinner, drive through. i have had enough of people today. bail. gtfo.

maybe there is a song for that?

oh yeah, the point of the story. kk your video had my old password. sunflower. my friendly nickname for exwife was sunflower. too unreal. now i remember.

Damn!! that was a bad day. Had enough of people? bail? gtfo?. Take Iggy Pop's advice, gtfo and go to Paraguay. Hope you have a better day tomorrow. Damn, I hate days like that.

Warning: It's Iggy Pop now, Expletive Lyrics. Listen at own choice.

yeah. day like that. sometimes i voluntarily take myself out of the game because it's not fair to the other players what don't see it comin.