This PSA was included in a recent mentalfloss article (note: if you don't spend half an hour a day at mentalfloss.com, there's something wrong with you). It was my favorite of the 237 billion anti-drug PSAs I saw as a kid.
Now I'm walking again to the beat of a drum
And I'm counting the steps to the door of your heart
Only shadows ahead barely clearing the roof
Get to know the feeling of liberation and release
Hey now, hey now
Don't dream it's over
Hey now, hey now
When the world comes in
They come, they come
To build a wall between us
We know they won't win
Due to my job, I tend to rarely use online banking. A few times a month to pay bills, but that's it. Day to day monitoring I can do from work, so no use in logging in daily from home as well. And since I don't log in on a "regular basis" I always get prompted to answer a security question - What was the name of your first pet, How many siblings do you have, etc. (note - not questions I actually used, but you get the point).
But one of the questions I did use, when first setting up my online banking, was "What is your favorite movie?" And I laugh every time I get this one, because at the time my favorite movie was What About Bob? So in my head, I hear Bill Murray shout, "Dr. Marvin...I'm sailing!". Also because I can never remember if I should put a question mark at the end of the title.
So yeah, I know you're not supposed to share passwords and such over the internet, but whatever.
I discovered soulpancake.com yesterday. One of their ongoing series invites viewers to join in a respectful, on-going discussion of "Life's Big Questions." Looking forward to digging a little deeper in the days to come. For now, here's a recent video that was used as part of a post titled "Do We Measure The Success of Our Lives By Our Ability To Find Love?"
0:01 - 0:05. Literal paper planes flying into The City - a little over the top for some, possibly, but it works for me. Love the black and white. 0:06 - 0:11. Digging the slice of life street scenes. 0:12. We go to color for the video of her singing. But I don't notice the singing. All I notice is what she's doing with her hands. It's the same thing you would do as a kid in front of a movie projector if you were attempting to put a "flying bird" shadow up against the wall. (Note: I did a pretty good dog shadow once upon a time.) 0:14. Is that a leather hoody? Even Ross Gellar would think that was a bad idea. 0:19. Cheesey bread shot. (See what I did there? With the food pun? You did? Rolled your eyes? Okay, moving on.) 0:22. One of my New Year's Resolutions is to dance more. Outside. Or in stairways. Whenever the urge hits me. 0:24. Wait, that bird flutter hand thing is part of a dance? I'm hitting every club in Houston this weekend. Right after I find a leather hoody. 0:30. These shots of the customers buying sandwiches at the deli remind me that I haven't picked up any fresh french bread in a while. I think it's the aluminum foil wrap. 0:49. As a professional banker, I noticed that the money in the cash register matches how I line my own money up at work - with $1's closest to me. Oops, not supposed to blog about work. 1:00. We get our 27th cash register shot of the video, but now the action is tied to the music. I can't decide if I love it or hate it. 1:10. hahahahaha. Now she's shooting finger pistols along with the music. So campy, I love it. Though I'm pretty sure that's not what they were going for. 1:42. It's too much of a wide shot for any detail, but I'm pretty sure she's bringing Cross Colours back. Word. 1:50. I have awesome friends, near and far. But as awesome as they are, I do have one small nitpick to make with all of them. Never once have they volunteered to follow me down the streets of New York, dancing and providing bgvs for me while I sing lead. So. Insensitive. 2:00. Did companies like UPS and Bella Prepaid Wireless pay to be name dropped in the song? And if so, what are those negotiations like? 2:07. A video store. That reminds me, I should update my Netflix queue. 2:31. Hey, I dance like that when I drive. Except it's to Wilco. 233. On my 27teenth viewing of the video, I finally noticed that she's wearing a Metallica shirt. Huh. 2:34 - 2:40. Definitely my favorite 6 seconds of the video. We get the "bird flapping" thing with the hands followed directly by some "running in place" dance moves. Once I crib that and the "shooting dice" dance move from Knocked Up, there will be no stopping me on the dance floor. 2:53. Sandwich Artist or not, M.I.A. really shouldn't be dancing with the long, sharp sandwich knife in her hands. Just sayin'... 3:06. More planes flying into the city. 3:11. We get the same skull and crossbones truck from the intro. 3:17. Paper planes flooding the streets as we fade to black.
April 1 is an obnoxious day to be on the internet. Just sayin'...
I refuse to click on the Typepad-provided "Need exciting new blog topics? Get a dose of inspiration with our 10 Tips for finding new blog topics" link. My hunch is that my seven regulars would take to the streets and riot if I veered too far from all this incredible original programming. (Seven, oddly enough, being the legal minimum to label a fractuous get together as a "riot"). At any rate, I picture venomous protest signs and lots of shouting, perhaps a paper mache me being burned in effigy...you know, the usual shenanigans.
I started what would have been a train wreck of a blog on the topic of online dating earlier today, after two different friends brought it up. Best of luck to you all, I say, but I don't think I could do it. Probably for the same reason I struggle with accepting the numerous
blind dates that perfectly awesome friends of mine have pitched (Jay/Jackie,
Curt/Amy, other Amy, etc). Stubborn to a fault or not, this is one area I don't want the internet's help with (and this, coming from a guy who once used askjeeves to find a better way to tie a tie). If I don't meet Mrs. Right at Barnes & Noble or Starbucks or some other way all on my own, then so be it. But as the Verve so angstily put it a few years back -
No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,
but I'm here in my mold, I am here in my mold.
But I'm a million different people from one day to the next...
I can't change my mold, no,no,no,no,no,no,no
and I don't want to be the wrong end of one of those blind date stories because a mutual friend or an online bio gave some poor, innocent girl the wrong impression of what to expect from an evening with me - which, let's face it, is a roll of the dice on a good day. No, my belief is that Penelope (or whatever her name is) will have to know what she's getting into first. (/mini-train wreck paragraph)
Opening Day is this upcoming Monday (well, depending on where you live / what team you follow). Not that I had tickets or anything, but I was still bummed to notice that I have Robbery Training that afternoon. (Assumably it will be more of the "Prevention / What To Do If..." variety, and not the "How To" variety). Either way, that's just one game out of 81 that I'll miss...there will be others...but still, wish I was gonna be at Minute Maid Park.
How did I miss out on the Matt Pond PA party until now? One of many musical discoveries from blip.fm. Too bad my being one of the best DJs on the internet doesn't pay anything. Or help with that whole "music snob" tag.
Work has been good lately. Mostly. Might jinx it if I say too much. Different bosses have taken me to lunch the last few weeks. Wasn't fired or chewed out either time. Always a good sign.
Rocket Science and Rachel Getting Married are two awesome movies, but for different reasons. Thank you, Netflix. I do love a good movie.
Speaking of movies, Curt's "No Dark Knight? WTF?" comment the other day cracked me up. And speaking of comments, another friend said to me today, "Sometimes I read your blog and pray for you. That happened yesterday." That, my friends, is an example of writing that draws a reaction from the audience. I will now take my bow.
I'm listening to Clem Snide's Moment In The Sun, and thinking that would make for an excellent blog title. Not that I need any more blogs to write (or not write) for (as the case may be). Anywho, good song. Video and lyrics below.
When it's my moment in the sun
Oh, how beautiful I'll be
But in a normal sort of way
Like I am you and you are me
'Cause I have a lot of things to say
And you'd be wise to listen good
I think that hunger, war and death
Are bringin' everybody down
Laaa lala laaaaa
Lala laaaaaaa lala
Laaaaaa laaaaa
When it's my moment in the sun
I'll share my problems with the world
And psychosomatically I'll sing
To God and all His pretty girls
Laaa lala laaaaa
Lala laaaaaaa lala
Laaaaaa laaaaa
When it's my moment in the sun
I won't forget that I am blessed
But every hero walks alone
Thinking of more things to confess