I’ve gotten a lot of feedback, much of it good, from the Proof would kill me duet. If you haven’t read them you should. Pause, go now, and resume reading afterward.
Anyways… A good chunk of people can relate to the tragedy of infidelity because they’ve experienced it themselves. I don’t wanna say it’s common place but it’s certainly not unusual. I’ve had experience with it on both sides. Because I’m an asshole.
The “cheating” part isn’t something that we really like to talk about either. Or even acknowledge. The only reason I talk about it openly now is because it was so long ago. And I’m not married to Kathy any more either.
Someday I would like to order a pizza and then when the delivery guy hands it over, just throw it up on the roof, frisbee style.
Not on my roof though. I don’t want a pizza on my roof. Like an asshole.
I think that this would fulfill some part of me. Fulfill some tiny destiny.
Wait. Did that happen in a movie? Was there a pizza up on some roof? What movie was it? Let me know.
As a note: this isn’t about the pizza delivery guy although I’m sure he would worried. But I’d calm his fears by giving him a sly wink and then being on my way.
As some of you guys know, I dictate many of my posts to Notes on my iPhone and then polish them when I’m back on my Mac. I do this because some of my best thoughts come when driving, when I’m not thinking about anything in particular.
Like the above pizza toss.
Anyways, so when I got back to my Mac today one of the things Notes heard was:
And then he wrote to them. A room of a dozen women.
Since the dawn of Hollywood, no movie star has seemed to need stardom—or movies—less than Harrison Ford. Chris Heath crisscrosses the country with the 75-year-old legend to find out why indifference has made all the difference in the world.
It’s well worth the 15-20 minutes it’ll take you to read it. Written interviews are so much better than video interviews. He doesn’t come off as nearly as crass. But maybe he’s not crass at all. Maybe he’s just unreflective.
Peeps, here’s your stripped-away-my-garment Friday jam.
This is definitely my favorite Devo song. It’s a nice slow build with all that emotional angst toward another that I’m so fond of. Decent audio quality for a live video, too, even if Mark Mothersbaugh’s keyboards are a little high in the mix.