Don’t Panic

I’m listening to Coldplay right now. Earlier today, I was listening to Tool, and some Charlie Parker. Does that strike anyone else as a bit incongruous? Speaking of Coldplay, who else thinks that they sound a LOT like Travis, and the first time you heard “Yellow”, you thought, “Boy, Dave Matthews sure has changed his sound.”
Woah…I just went to the Coldplay website, to make sure the link was correct, and their font is “Albertus”, the same font that was used on my favorite tv show of all time, The Prisoner. Matter of fact, it was my fanatical love of The Prisoner that allowed me to understand why anyone would want to wear a spacesuit and go to a convention. Because I used to have a lame little Number 6 pin, and I would wear it to game cons, back in the day.
Oh, that reminds me of this one time I went to a huge game con, and some guy was selling “Put Wesley In The Airlock” buttons. I went up to his table, and he saw me coming, and tried to hide them, but I got there too fast, and I took one. While I was looking at it, I could see the huge drops of sweat falling off his Hutt-like visage, and I asked him, “How much?” He told me 2.50, or something like that, so I bought it, and wore it on my Batman tshirt the rest of the day. That was cool.
Anyway, about Coldplay: I really like this CD. It gives me the same feeling that Hatful of Hollow or The Queen Is Dead did, when I was in ^H^H suffering through high school: it’s soothing, but also kinda of melancholy, but not in a depressing sort of way. The song “Don’t Panic” is really wonderful. I wonder if they’re fans of Arthur Dent & Co?
Enough stream of consciousness ramblings. I wanted to write about a few things that happened today.
I shot some promos for TNN today, for this huge TNG marathon they’re doing when they launch TNG on TNN (I love that; it’s like NBA on NBC, but without the sex scandals, drugs, and fatherless children all over the freaking country). It was REALLY fun. Promos are those things where you see someone say, “Hi! I’m Gary Coleman, and you’re watching the Hour of Yaks, right here on UHF channel 67, Baton Rouge!” They can be REALLY lame, but I always have fun with them. I get the copy, which is usually something like, “Hi, I’m ___, and you’re watching Star Trek: The Next Generation, on Time Warner Cable.” So when I do it, to amuse myself, I say, “Hi! I’m former UN Secretary General Boutros Butros Gali…” and “Hi! I’m the ghost of former Phillipine dictator Ferdinand Marcos…” or whatever. Hey, it makes me laugh, and then when I do the REAL promo, I’m smiling, and people see me all happy on TV, which is good.
So I’m hosting this 5 day marathon, where they’re going to show the “best” episodes of TNG, as decided by the fans, and stuff.
Okay, I gotta stop here, and give a bit of perspective. I thought I’d open up the old IM, since I’m sitting here, anyways, and I’ve spent the last…well, however long it is running Parachutes twice on the CD player, just answering IM’s. I really didn’t think that many people would be interested. I really didnt. I know that sounds like “Singles” where the guy says, “Everyone here has a thing” and the girl says, “I think your thing is that you don’t have a thing.” I’m really not trying to have any false modesty here, or not have a thing…it just surprises me, that’s all. So I open up the IM, and I get over 50 IMs. And I want to reply, you know, and then I get sucked into all these conversations, because these people are pretty cool and making me laugh (Katie) and sending me silly stuff (soma dawling)…and next thing I know, it’s almost midnight, and I haven’t even gotten close to finishing the stories I want to tell for today.
Boy, I am really rambling tonight. Oh well. Deal.
So TNN is doing this marathon, and they’re having 5 of us host 5 days of it, doing things like “I’m Wil, and you’re watching the Five Day Mission on TNN!” and stuff. And I’m shooting the “stay tuned” things, and that sort of thing, and I remembered just how much fun I had when I was doing that show. Now, I know that most people really didn’t like the whole Wesley thing, and there were lots of times when the writing REALLY pissed me off, but, over all, it really WAS a good time. And sometimes I miss it.
Okay, nearly 2 hours have passed between the last paragraph, and this one, because Anne came home, and I haven’t seen her all day, so we sat at the table and talked, while we waited for the bread I was baking to finish. I swear, there is nothing like the smell of bread baking in your house to make everything right with the world, you know?
Now I’m listening to the soundtrack from Almost Famous, and I am a sucker for “Tiny Dancer” (I was long before the movie, though, so gimmie a break, okay? Why do I bring up Tiny dancer, well, because I want nothing more in this world than to go get into bed next to my wife, and hold her hand while I drift off to sleep.
I have LOTS of cool stuff to talk about from today, but I’m gonna write it up tomorrow. So you can comment on this entry,or wait until the next one. It’s up to you.
G’night.