Resistance is Futile

Wow, two in one day! This is just a fill-in the blanks thing, though, so it probably doesn't count:

1. Put your iTunes/Ruckus/Napster/etc on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!

IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY” YOU SAY?
Blow You Away

WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
American Idiot

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Always be my Girl

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Racing Rock

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?
Miracle

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
I Should Be So Lucky

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
All is Full of Love

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
People in the City

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Whatever

WHAT IS 2+2?
Guns of Brixton

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Stay Out of Trouble

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Worried Blues

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
The Frayed Ends of Sanity

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Far Out

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Neon Nights

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
The Spiderbite Song

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Colonial Anthem

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Like it or Not

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Summertime

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
We're In This Together

WHAT’S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
Clarke Gable

HOW WILL YOU DIE?
Lodi Dodi

WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
Riders on the Storm

WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
Subterranean Homesick Blues

WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
Quiet Surf

WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
Heart of the Monster

DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
Further Deeper

IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
Red Flags and Long Nights

WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
All We Are

WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
Resistance is Futile

In Which Our Hero Waxes...Something. Not Nostalgic. And Not His Chest. Maybe Just...On and Off.

Egads! It's been a while, hobo fans! My apologies. Life has been happening at a pace somewhat short of breakneck, and I've been spending all of my mental energy on other things. But I find myself with a few moments to spare and an itching to tell stories, so here I am.

And OH the stories I could tell. Some of them are too recent and sensitive to discuss, like the Great Gummi Penis War of 2009, which had surprisingly traumatic repercussions, the nature of which I am not at liberty to share at the moment.

I CAN tell you about the impromptu Obama Day parade that crept up on me this afternoon. Seriously, it was a full-blown parade. There were drummers. There were hippies. There were signs espousing various opinions, mostly on the theme of Hope, but also covering marijuana legalization, the general and specific awfulness of Bush, TWO marriage proposals, and even the plight of squirrels. Yes, squirrels.

There were also stilt-walkers in bikinis (it was about 80 today in lovely downtown Santa Cruz), and I have to say that I was impressed by their ability to gyrate effectively while balancing four feet off the ground. I guess it's a short (ha) route from stripper heels to stilts, eh?

I spent a nice few minutes bonding with my fellow Starbucks junkies as we watched the home-made hippie parade and batted amusing and ironic commentary back and forth. It was just what I needed after a rough week.

And now I'm going to eat some tasty burritos and hang out with my partner in crime. Until next time, amigos!