Confessions

Raddegast?

 

I confess - I listen to songs I love so much I end up hating them. This all occurs within a period of 2 days.

 

Just slightly better than having a song you hate from the jump stuck in your head for two days.

 

Poor soul...

 

I confess I just started to think about founding a band.

Does Electric Tinnitus Annoying Noice Apparatus - ETANA - sound commercially successful idea?

 

No, but neither did Pink Floyd.

 

There is a mobile phone provider I'll never do business with for no other reason than the fact that one of the actors in their television commercials looks just like a cousin I can't stand.

 

I once approached a man in a football (soccer) team and asked him for an autograph.

He was a team masseur.

 

It'll go over well as a lead zeppelin.

 

Since we're all here confessing, I wish I had a relic rifle like @Cave Troll's.

That's like, an insane weight off my chest. I know guys, I'm insane.

 

I collect toys from my favorite game universe, and my wife collects endless stuffed animals. We are both silly five year olds with no drive to age.

 

Radio control cars and Grateful Dead bears....

 

Is that 'cause they're driving that train, high on cocaine?

 

Piercings, especially nose rings, creep me out.

 

The big ones really squig me out.

Spoiler

 

blowholes? Geiger tube orifices?

 

To hell with the Human Centipede, let's make the human Klein Bottle.

 

Sew on some squid jets.

 

I often wonder if those with all the metal in their faces were just not getting how to protect their friends from a grenade. I often want to tell them that it's done with the body, not the face... But then there are the ones with metal in their bodies like navel piercings.

 

Oh, golly. The Grateful Dead and dead bears. Says all you need to know about my time in architecture school in the 1970s.

 

The mention of the Dead here makes me glad for this thread being titled what it's titled. I have a confession to make.

So many times people have approached me saying that I look like Jerry Garcia02.

You tell me if they were right.

 

Kinda.

 

Actually, I've had fun with kids by pulling up a photo of Jerry Garcia while saying was a rock star. However, the time that really sticks in my mind is the night (shortly after Jerry died) that while I was driving along and a car full of younger guys pulled up next to me, one of them yelled over to me; "Hey Jerry! I thought you were dead!"

 

You had to remind me of that film.

 

No...

It's just my Special Spare Part Franchise business.

All those half zombi entrepreneurs must pay me 120 euros per month so that they can carry special parts for small and rare motors in their face.

There's no business like no business!

(I really don't know what to do if any of those zombies really sell something from their facial warehouses some day!)