Under the influence of God…

God definitely was mighty drunk and full of glee,
In that crazy moment, when he decided to make me.

And surely a hangover must have been pissing him off too,
When irritably, and cursing loudly, he had to make you.

Hello Homer

O.K.

He drives nails through his finger everytime he is nailing boards onto the roof. He throws his son off the roof and is a perfect slob when it comes to lying at home watching TV.
He lives with a Pig who shits like there is no tomorrow and then goes and dumps all that shit into the one lake his daughter is trying to save.
He then goes bizarre by running off to alaska and comes back to save his town from the bomb.

Mad.

My first date with Homer was a roller coaster twisted around sixty eight times. I know its late, but well….. Homer isnt going anywhere, so its all right.

You HAVE to go for the crazy crazy movie which starts off by telling you that you are such a ridiculous fool to pay to watch something you anyways get to watch for free.. Audacious, I tell ya….

Eleven Hours

Oh…by the way..the discovery of the weekend.

A one hour filipino massage can put you into deep slumber for eleven hours straight.

Mission Floyd

So, P and me were sitting and thinking (which we tend/pretend to do quite often) and we just realized we dont have even one passion. Neither of us!

Not one passion that defines us, gives us a name other than the one our parents gave us, one space that we can call our own, one activity that we can claim to know everything about, one identity besides the one everyone knows us by.

How sad are we.

Anyways, so now we are one this trip of deciding on one topic/activity/something and then knowing everything there is to know about it. So now we both found one little thing for each of us to do.

P will go and take up some serious photography, start using is sexy digital SLR (which has been wasting away in its sexy leather case) and create a online gallery while in two weeks time I am supposed to know everything there is to know about Pink Floyd.

Everything.

So well…one little bit of trivia on Pink Floyd from me.

Pink Floyd got their name from two blues musicians, Pink Anderson and Floyd Council.

And whatever Dreamcatcher says – I still am in love with David .