Man. Mott the Hoople is so good to hear it! I’ve spent the morning enjoying 1972’s “All The Young Dudes,” and it’s just so good. The guitars are ahead-of-their-time heavy, the melodies are so danged anthemic, and David Bowie wrote the title track! What more could you want? The album’s only real downfall is the fact that it doesn’t serve cocktails while you listen to it. Anyways, now that I’m done geeking everywhere, let me tell you about my new loves:
- Facebook chat. I come alive on late-night IM, people. Some of the best conversations of my life have occur ed over IM, including the time I [successfully!] told my roommate’s cousin that I was an El Salvadorian student having a hard time adjusting to the English language, (I want french fries but I order chicken fingers by mistake,) and pursuing thin-figured American women. It was one of the best times in my life.
- Mott the Hoople, but you already knew that.
- WordPress stats. I love being able to keep track of this stuff; for example, my views have plummeted mercilessly from last week’s high of 142 to a confidence-shattering 23, but my authority is climbing. Climbing!
- Bulleted lists. In fact, my love for bulleted lists can only be matched by my zealous enthusiasm for numbered lists, as recent posts will show.
Tell me: is my love for lists a delightful quirk, or the shadow of something far more sinister? Hints of dementia?
Definitely hints of dementia! I used to work in a dementia ward and there were bulleted lists everywhere!!! Ok, I’m lying…but only about the lists.
Genetic.