These three things, they randomly are.
Written quick, read by those afar.
Drivel, pointless; thoughts, disjointed.
Very low blogging bar…
Welcome to a random day when my brain is all WHAT? And when that happens, it’s all like, “Share this with the people!”
So, hello, people. What follows: three things of a random nature that you just NEED. To. KNOW.
1) A new someone at work’s name includes Lucas. What have I been saying since, every time I see/hear it? … …
THROW IT TO LUCAS!
2) Dear Sweet Baby Jebus or Ruth Bader Ginsburg or whoever can get this done: I humbly request a three-foot snowstorm that closes the entire universe for a few days so I don’t even have to THINK about what to do but an ENORMOUS storm would leave me free of having to hear others COMPLAIN about my decision to be safe. KThxBye. (I made the executive decision to not venture to only to have to venture back from, which is frowned upon even in icy conditions, and am getting nothing but grief for it. I hear you, body aches that ramp up with this happens, and I’m working on it… … …)
3) I’m extremely susceptible to electronic marketing and it’s all too easy to buy whatever’s offered in an email, especially if it’s on sale! This is why I don’t subscribe to many stores’ newsletters, etc., anymore. That’s how one ends up buying things one doesn’t need. Unfortunately, I’m still subscribed to arts and entertainment type places, because I don’t want to miss out on something I really want to see (which I don’t know is on its way until I get the email because I haven’t read the arts section of a newspaper in, like, forever).
So! Picture it: Tuesday. I get an eblast from a venue in Philadelphia. JOHN CUSACK is coming to Philadelphia! There’s a showing of Say Anything, still one of my all-time favorite films, followed by a Q&A with John. VIP tix gets you a pic with him after the show.
You may or may not know that I was determined to marry Lloyd Dobler for YEARS. I mean, come on…
I also had an email address professing my love for Mr. Cusack for YEARS in the aughts.
So I clicked the BUY button in the email and typed the special code. I saw *really* good seats still available, even in the VIP section.
The VIP / photo with John seats were $200 each.
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I saw John’s Twitter feed in my head and remembered it’s nothing but politics and, worse, typographical errors and spelling mistakes! *faints*
I glanced again at the event promo photo of John: He doesn’t look like Lloyd Dobler.
DING! DING! F*CKING DING!
He is NOT Lloyd Dobler. Yes, I know he created the performance, but I love LLOYD… not John. And I closed that email account about nine years ago after Hot Tub Time Machine because I believed at that point John would never make another good movie again… (I have yet to be proven wrong.)
Would I pay $200 to meet Lloyd? Youbetcha. Will I pay that much to meet (or even the lesser amounts to simply see) John in person? *whispering* Uh, no (didn’t want to hurt his feelings there).
Well, hello, maturity! And $200 I shall now spend on something else… or add to a savings account!
*pushes glasses up the bridge of my nose* What’s the current rate of return on a Roth IRA?