I have to attend some sort of yearend throw-down at the younger Secret’s school this afternoon, so this is gonna have to be super-quick…
At facebook I’m starting to receive requests for me to participate in various polls, support causes, sign petitions, and play mysterious games with other facebookers. Please be aware that I will be ignoring most of these requests, because I think they’re stoopid. Nothing personal, mind you.
However, my friend Eugene sent a challenge, or tag, or whatever, saying I’m required to turn on my iPod or mp3 player, and post the first fifteen songs that play in the shuffle mode.
That one actually sounds kinda fun, so I’ll do it. Here are the first fifteen, as they’re unspooling in the bunker:
“Midnight Rendevous” The Babys
“From Now On” Paul Carrack
“Diddy Wah Diddy” Captain Beefheart
“Girls of Today” Shoes
“Culture Shock” The Rezillos
“Noise Annoys” The Buzzcocks
“Beauty and Sadness” The Smithereens
“Break Open the Sky” Jason & the Scorchers
“We’re For the Dark” Badfinger
“Changes” The Zombies
“Betcha By Golly, Wow” The Stylistics
“Genius” Kings of Leon
“Kiss Me, Son of God” They Might Be Giants
“Razor Face” Elton John
“Fadeaway” The BoDeans
That’s completely honest, with no editing. Care to play along with this particular bit of internet grabassery? Fifteen’s probably too much, but if you want to list your first five or ten shuffle-play songs in the comments, we’d be interested in seeing ’em. Well, I would, anyway…
Remember the guy at my job who won $100,000 in the lottery? Well, I was given bad information. He didn’t quit, he just took Monday off. He was back in the trenches last night…
I talked with him, and he said the tax man is automatically taking $25K, so the check will only be for $75K. Plus, he was warned, he’ll probably owe more on top of it.
He had to turn over the winning ticket to the lottery commission, who will reportedly be conducting a chemical analysis(?!) to confirm its legitimacy. He said he snapped a photo of the woman who took it from him. Heh.
It’ll be six weeks, supposedly, before he’ll actually see the money. Six weeks! How shitty is that?
The dude had a photocopy of the scratch-off ticket with him, and it made my heart beat a little faster just looking at it. The floor of my ass would fall out, if something like that happened to me…
He’s going to buy some sort of lifelong-dream motorcycle, he said, and bank the rest of it. He’s a nice guy, and I got no problem with any of it. I hoist a vessel of the golden elixir in his honor.
And I need to go. I have to be at the school at 12:45, and my scrotilia will be run through a grinder if I’m late.
I’ll be back with a real update tomorrow.
See ya then!