Sunday, February 26, 2006
Know Thyself Among Drunken Dogs and Vengeful Ministers
Is there anybody who actually likes what they see or hear when they see a video of theme selves? I know there are actors who can't stand to watch themselves. I guess we all have higher opinions of ourselves than what we see. But we are who we are and strangely enough some people think we're pretty damn good. And some people don't. that will never change for any of us.I've been watching the edited and unedited footage of my promotional video. I can't say for sure when it'll be up here for you to see. My son, Jason, is my web master. And he is a brand new father to an amazingly beautiful little girl named Stella. So he's a bit preoccupied at the moment. I am too preoccupied with a lot of other stuff to figure out how to get video up without Utube.com which is useful but not of high quality. But I suspect we'll be up with that in a week or two.
On the subject of self perception vs. what others think, here's a useful and illuminating little device that Golfwidow posted not long ago. It only takes a minute and you can run one of these for yourself. Basically, you pick six words from a list that you think describes me best, based on your limited knowledge of me. Then I compare it with what words I would use to describe myself. Take a look. It's fun and possibly helpful. And it's Monday. You didn't really want to hear about my weekend...
About how Cathy and I, both non beer drinkers, went with our best friends, Mark and Nancy Zampella to an event called Rhythm and Brews. We love these guys and ALWAYS have the best of times just being around them. This event was like being the only caucasians in an African village, or the only straight people in a gay bar, or the only prudes on a nude beach, or the only vegetarians in a rib joint or...well I'm sure you can come up with your own out-of-place similes. But Cathy drank wine and I had a few sips of some sweet stuff. The music was mostly very good. It was one of those outings where people bring their dogs. Fun to watch as I don't keep pets because of allergies. As people got drunker, I noticed that the dogs started taking advantage. Poodles on tables are not my idea of cute. Large mastiffs humping little fluff balls, also not for public consumption. Another interesting phenomenon is that there was a long line to the men's room but no line to the ladies. Most unusual. Guys drink more beer for sure. Well, most of the time, Rachael. But still, it made one imagine a place where there must have been dozens of women squatting behind a camper or something. We had enormous fun taking this in and always finding something to laugh at.
Oh, and I'm waiting to hear from Pat (God's Gonna Getcha) Robertson on what sort of punishment this gospel singer was getting when he died while performing. And if I were a praying type person, I'd pray that the Rev. Pat would meet is maker while under a three hundred pound Black Moslem transvestite hooker, his drug paraphernalia strewn about the room for Smoking Gun to publicize. You won't hear it on Fox News, that's for sure. That's not anger or anything, I just thought the image would cheer up your Monday.
posted by Bud @ 10:17 PM
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