The Email

I had to include this exchange of emails that my friend Kyle and I had on one, obviously :), productive day at work.

Danny to Kyle:

have you heard of a guy named kenny wayne sheppard? i'm sure that you have, do you know that he ripped off yellow ledbetter? it's called while we cry, it's pretty good though. i feel like i have mentioned this to you before, if not :) if so, you can go suck a lemon.

tootles

Kyle's response:

My mouth is currently agape, stuffed to capacity with a particular citrus; colored not unlike said ripped-off ledbetter. Coincidently, I am crying. Your feeling of de ja vu is not unfounded.

Danny's response:

Bravo good sir, bravo, upon reciept of you electronic mail message, that i most propmtly translated with my optical and neurological receptors, i was, to put it bluntly, stumped. your literary and phonetical prowess is far beyond my own, for your message left me with nothing short of egg on my face. i requested the assitance of my fellow white collar compatriots to help decipher said message. upon doing so, i realized that i had written a particular sentance that held the key to your delightfully composed message, (now clearly meaning, you already told me dirt bag) the key being of course a lemon. you can imagine my consternation once i realized this and would have to explain it to said co-workers. again, bravo mr. serrano, bravo.

Kyle's response:

I like to speak in riddle. It's neat and it takes up company resources. I am under no illusion that you used an online thesaurus to come up with the word "consternation". I am impressed no less at your effort.

Danny's response:

actually i got it from a friends episode. i did check the thesaurus in word to find out what it was used for :). i must say that your message was impressive. it's fun talkin' all smart like and stuff ain't it.


Good stuff

On a plane to Japan, and this is what i think about?

Before you read, just remember, you might be better off doing anything else than read this. It is a total waste of time

Something from my journal on the way to Japan with Molly 11/17/07;

Here i am, on a plane to Japan, listening to Vince Neil sing about how the road is hard and he wants to go home. so many things should be running through my head about what Japan is going to be like, how do i order a beer, what is up with the "hole in the ground toilet." You can't make words up in Japanese and expect them to know what you're saying like when you are in Mexico. "El Beero por favor." (Side note: if you have been to mexico or are spanish, by my last statement, you can tell that i have never been to Mexico. I'm sure that if you are in a bar, they will assume you want a beer. If you are on the street "El Beero," probably won't get you a beer. End side note.) So as i listen to my Ipod, my attention is not on Japan at the moment. My attention is on wondering how can these rock stars sing such sissy songs and yet are supposed to be such bad asses. You have to admitt though, they have always been a little suspect. They look like half the women they sleep with.

Let's be completeley honest here, whatever they did to get the chicks, it worked. Money, fame, and women, is it possible the "Power Ballad" was just another facet for each group to appeal to the girls who were on the fence about, "who is better, Vince Neil, Brett Michaels or Sebastian Bach?" Or did these long haired rockers actually have something to say?

My Theory is, at least in the instance of these three frontmen, the most famous power ballads from Moetly Crue, Poison and Skidd Row, are about the termoils of being on the road. They have got to be thinking to themselves, life is hard on the road for months on end so lets write a song about it, and you know what? Chicks dig sensativity, we will get chicks. My hypothesis to the aforementioned theory is......both. They have something to say AND they say it to get chicks. Freakin' Genius.

Waste of time wasn't it? I warned you....

A little about my posts.

I am a draftsman at an architecture firm. I do enjoy it but lets face it, starring at a computer screen for 8+ hours a day, your mind starts to wonder. Many of the things that i think about are completely random. I must say that i never thought i would have my own "blog" but you know what, if you ask me, it beats myspace. :P