Hey! Steal This Why Don’t You?

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Hey Kids!

Let’s play Sunday Stealing.

Sunday Stealing asks you questions that they find floating around on the internet and you answer them- so here we go…

1.Where were you 3 hours ago?..

Ha! I’m at work right now, no way am I answering that one.

2.Have you ever eaten a crayon?

Only the green ones. They taste like chicken. Go on try it. It’s true.

3.Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?

Does this count?

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4.When is the last time you went to the mall?

” And if thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into thee.”

Stay away from the Malls. They’re Evil! EVIL I say.

5.Are you wearing socks right now?

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6.When was the last time you drove out of town?

I live in a town with a population of 40,000  that has ONE  bookstore and it only sells religious material. I don’t drive out of town- I race out on a very regular basis.

7.Have you been to the movies in the last 5 days?

Unless a theatre magically appears in my new neighborhood  that  brings your food and snacks to you in your seats and they serve popcorn in giant bowels like the theatre in my old hometown did,  it’s safe to say Satan will be riding to work on a snowplow before that happens again.

8.What was the last thing you had to drink?

The blood of those who angered me! Just kidding, it was carbonated water. I think it tasted like green crayons.

9.What are you wearing right now?

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10.Do you wash your car or let the car wash do it?

I don’t even pump my own gas. I pay my relatives to do it.

11.Last food that you ate?

 I swallowed a bug when I  took the garbage out . I hope it didn’t have friends. I don’t need vengeful bugs  after me.

12.Where were you last week at this time?

Waiting for Friday. It eventually showed up. We had a few words. It better do better this time or else  I am going straight to Saturday.

13.Have you bought any clothing items in the last week?

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14.When is the last time you ran?

If my mouth counts, I ran it a little while ago. Nobody was amused.

15.What’s the last sporting event you watched?

I watched people fight to get on the Commuter train FIRST so they can get a seat. It was  awesome. Next time I’m bringing chicken wings, a lawn chair and I’m wearing one of those hats with the name of my favorite Pushy Jerk on it.

 

What, that’s it no more questions?

Okey Dokey then

Thank you for letting me play Sunday Stealing.

It was fun!

 

Knock Knock- Who’s There?

I was about 12 years old when ” Don’t Fear The Reaper ” was released by Blue Oyster Cult. It’s one of my favorite songs because it was spooky and dark and call me morbid but I thought the character ( the guy singing the song to the girl ) was going to meet a bad end.

I wasn’t exactly busted up by that because I was a little weirdo even back then.

Anyway. I bring this up in this post  because I’m harvesting ideas for my Halloween posts this October.

I was surfing around on youtube ( I could say I was doing research but I’m not writing fiction here so I’m not going to snow you ) when I came across this video by Lost In Vegas . Lost In Vegas are George and Ryan. They have  a fun channel at youtube where the do reactions to music videos.

This  is their take on the The Reaper.

First of all they get it. They got the music, they got the story and they had fun with figuring it all out.

Second, I really enjoyed watching them ‘discover’ a song that has been there in my life for over 40 years. It gave me a new appreciation for classic song

If you know the Reaper, give this a listen. If you don’t- give it a listen. You’ll learn something new.

Don’t fear The Reaper- watch out for that dog though. He’s sketchy.

I learned It From My Cats

I guess I should feel bad and not talk smack when someone I didn’t like dies.

It’s the respectful thing to do.

On the other hand my cats used to bring me half eaten, almost still alive rodents because they love and respect me.

I guess I should feel bad when someone I don’t like dies.

But I don’t.