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Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Don't you hate when your favorite musical act/group jumps the shark?
My favorite boyband in the entire world is UK group, Westlife. I LOVE them. But their albums started sucking. On their last album, they had the audacity to cover Barry Manilow's "Mandy". Now, it seems like they have a running bet to see how much they can suck and still retain their fans. Well, now I see that they've released, "Allow Us To Be Frank", which is nothing but a Frank Sinatra cover album....by a boyband...from Ireland.... Old Blue Eyes is spinning in his grave....and calling Sammy some kind of "Coon" or something, while Dean and Joey just laugh and laugh...
Posted by William @ 2/23/2005 11:53:00 PM
Keane - Hopes And Fears
Can´t Stop Now "I noticed tonight that the world has been turning While I´ve been stuck here dithering around Well I know I said I´d wait around till you need me I have to go, I hate to let you down But I can´t stop now I´ve got troubles of my own Cause I´m short on time I´m lonely And I´m too tired to talk I noticed tonight that the world has been turning While I´ve been stuck here withering away Well I know I said I wouldn´t leave you behind But I have to go, it breaks my heart to say That I can´t stop now I´ve got troubles of my own Cause I´m short on time I´m lonely And I´m too tired to talk No one back home I´ve got troubles of my own And I can´t slow down For no one in town And I can´t stop now And I can´t slow down For no one in town And I can´t stop now For no one The motion keeps my heart running The motion keeps my heart running The motion keeps my heart running The motion keeps my heart running" If you got this far, I guess you could say this is my "Dear John" letter to H&M. It's time. Anyway, this was dedicated to Jessica, who today, became my favorite customer of all time. Even though you'll never read this, thanks for the Big Red Pep Talk - you don't know how much I needed it...
Posted by William @ 2/23/2005 01:25:00 AM
Although I'm not a Star Wars kid, I realize some of y'all are. So, who wants to know what happens in "Episode III"? Spoilers complete with pictures. Enjoy!
http://www.tpu.fi/~t4jlaaks/ep3/
Posted by William @ 2/23/2005 01:24:00 AM Monday, February 21, 2005
"What is happening to it all?
Crazy some say Where is the life that I recognise? Gone away. " Work, work, work, work, work... How much is a person worth? I mean, honestly. At what point is "decent salary" enough for a person's soul? I've been wrestling with that lately, as in "Do I really wanna continue with H&M?" I had dreams and plans for myself in this company, but are they worth it? I see what the place does to others, and I just wonder if I really want to subject myself to that. I've been trying to figure out if I want to be a manager. I mean, I could do it, but do I WANT to do it? Don't know. I think it comes down to attention and acceptance. What I mean is, I'd like to be chosen for the opportunity. I'd like it to be, "We've been watching you, and you seem bored. Perhaps it's time for a new challenge." But that's not going to happen. People keep telling me, "Let the area team know what your intentions are." But I'm not entirely sure, and I don't want to waste their time. I think I might be done with retail. I know, I'm a broken record. I just don't think I can go any further with this company. I've reached my ceiling. My dept is getting ANOTHER mgr tomorrow, and once again, I've gotta prove myself to some stranger. I'm tired of being a $2 Tiajuanan retail whore: Every few weeks, some new, somtimes European, stranger strolls in looking for a good time. I smile, give them the tour, and then become their concubine. Next thing I know, the area team has bigger plans for them and sweeps them away. But knock, knock. New European at the door! And I don't wanna spend too much time on the matter 'cause I honestly feel that if I were mgr material, it would've happened already. I guess I'm kidding myself and whatnot. It's just that I want more, and I'm not really fulfilled. I don't even know if I want that responsibility. I could really use the money, and I truly need to feel a sense of importance. I don't really feel that anymore. I felt more important as a sales asst than I do in my current, vague role. I'm not a quitter, so I don't want to bolt. But I really need to figure out if I'm just spinning my wheels at this point. I'm not pleased with H&M right now, but I don't know if it's the company, or just my store. "Everybody's changing, and I still feel the same." Today, they completely overhauled the store. Apparently, its original layout wasn't conducive to a positive shopping experience, so they're switching departments around. This may sound trivial, and you might say, "Well, that's business," but this is not the baby that I helped bring into the world. I don't know who this bastard is, but I ain't the daddy! One of my biggest issues with leaving is that I was hired to open this store. It'd be a whole different animal if this were just a job. If I'd been walking through a mall, and saw a "Now Hiring" sign. But I trained, specifically, to open this store. I had a hand in its formation, so I take a lot of what goes on there personally. But I don't recognize it anymore, both literally and metaphorically. And that disturbs me. I've never been one for change, but do you know how it feels to be unnecessary, redundant, even obsolete? 'Cause that's how I feel right now. I guess we could say "My baby's all grown up", which would be a good thing, but I'm left feeling like maybe I never did anything worthwhile to begin with. And that leads me to the masochism. The other day, I worked 19 hrs straight. I didn't HAVE to, but I volunteered for it. It was Season Start, which is when we usher in the Spring Collection. Anyway, I always work insane hours for Season Start. Why? Because I can. It's during these crunch periods that I feel important. Everyone's working towards a common goal. Even the bitch that everyone hates is a team player for a 24 hr span of time. But I NEED responsibility, and NOT "Hey Will, did we order bags this month?" Yeah, that's my job, but I liked it better when I got to help merchandise, and deal with customers on the floor, etc. This kind of schedule is KILLING me. I'm not doing well, from a nervous perspective. I'm actually physically breaking down. I don't talk about it with many people 'cause I'm already "Bitching Will". At this point, it's just more of the same, but things are worse than I let on. I'm thinking that this job isn't really good for my health anymore, but I have this NEED for acceptance. I HAVE to know that I'm doing something worthwhile, but equally problematic, I have to know that others recognize this. I spent most of the other night helping a dept mgr get her shit together when she'd had a good week's time to do it beforehand. When all was said and done, she was kinda appreciative, but she didn't seem to grasp the particulars: She never seemed to realize it was all her fault that we were still there, nor did she realize that I DIDN'T have to be there. I don't want to paint the wrong picture. I don't do it FOR the "thank you", but it certainly would be nice to receive. I may bitch and moan, but I still have a pretty good work ethic. I don't leave until the job is done. Yeah, it might've taken me a bit longer than we would have liked, but I don't just "peace out" on people. I stay until the job is done. And it's killing me that the new breed of H&M mgr doesn't share that mentality. Hell, I work more hours than many of them, and I don't feel it should be that wya. Yes, it's a personal choice. And they always counter with, "Well, you get overtime!". But it's not about the money. It's a reflection to everyone else on the job. I'm not saying "Sell your soul to H&M.", but I'm saying DO the job you were hired to do, and act like the company made the right decision in hiring you. With the way the company's chosing managers recently, I don't know what offends me most: the fact that I haven't been approached to be a mgr, or the fact that, somewhere, someone feels I'm not as capable as these people they keep filing through my store. 'Cause if that's the case, I must REALLY suck, and not even realize it. Nothing sadder than a clueless person... The point is, do I hate myself enough to gain some faceless acceptance at the cost of my own self-esteem and health? One, logically, would answer "No", but it's not so black & white. I mean, it IS a job. They Do pay me. I don't report to Massa evah morn when de cock crows. But at what point is enough enough? I've always felt that, when a person is in an uncomfortable situation, he will remove himself when he can finally take no more. But apparently I'm not at that point if we're still here, in the talking stage. Th other day, one of my coworkers said the oddest thing, or at leadt, odd coming from her. She told me, "Will, you need to leave here. You've got too much going for you." Now, she's a sweet chick, but we've never been "cool". I even called her a bitch a threatened to have her killed one time (LONG STORY, and was mainly a joke). Anyway, to hear this from her, I was kinda blown away. I hear it all the time when I come home in the evenings, but I thought those were the ramblings of disappointed parents. If I have so much to offer, why can't I see that? Why do I keep doing this to myself? Am I staying at H&M because I'm scared? I truly would like to move up in the company. I have a long-standing respect for the brand, but is having as nice as wanting? So many question, too few answers... "Sometimes, the world looks perfect Nothing can be arranged Sometimes you just Get a feeling Like you need Some kinda change..."
Posted by William @ 2/21/2005 10:13:00 PM Sunday, February 20, 2005
In a land a world away... Two men.... One mission... One hates broccoli... One LOVES blowjobs... THE buddy cop adventure of the new season TSUNAMI FORCE: BUSHWHACKERS! Coming this fall on UPN (G0d, I love that picture!)
Posted by William @ 2/20/2005 10:40:00 PM Saturday, February 19, 2005
GUESS WHO CAN DRIVE!!!! :-) :-) :-)
As I told Millie, after 8 long years, I've finally caught up to the average 16 year-old. Next up on the list are weekend sex parties and smoking behind the school! I totally hope Shelly'll go to prom with me...
Posted by William @ 2/19/2005 09:26:00 PM Thursday, February 17, 2005
"I wanna stroke you like a super-villain's cat!"
What a world in which we live where books need commercials! Now, this is not a new phenomenon. I've seen it before, but now it's gone to new heights (or depths, depending on how you look at it). Getting dressed this morning, I saw this HOT commercial. I thought it was for a Skinemax movie or something. Which was odd because A) it was on Fox and B) it was 5:45 AM. It had a husband and wife in bed, going at it, interspersed with scenes of the wife brandishing a knife. What a great Skinemax movie this was gonna be! But, it turned out to be for "Honeymoon", the 2005 thriller from James Patterson. Yup, a contrived, convoluted 30-second commercial, for a novel about wives killing their husbands. So, I don't know what upsets me more: the fact that they teased me with the potential of soft-core pornography in the wee hours of the morning OR the fact that, in this day and age, you have to make a commercial to sell a book.
Posted by William @ 2/17/2005 01:08:00 PM Tuesday, February 15, 2005
"Why don't they make a version of 'Sesame Street' for kids?"
So, I have THE worst case of writer's block going on these days. I'm just so tired...Anyway, it seems to be contagious 'cause Jen hasn't posted, Shel hasn't posted much, and Tarek's spending time with his little parlour tricks over on his site. What is it about this time of yr? Stuff is happening, but I just can't bring myself to write about it. Show me the funny! Anyway, on the plus side, WE'RE GOING TO BOSTON!!! If you're in the area, come out and see me and the lovely Shelly as we reenact the Boston Tea Party, run from the British, and pretend that every bar is "Cheers". It's gonna be a blast! Feb 24-28. Be there!
Posted by William @ 2/15/2005 10:26:00 PM Friday, February 11, 2005
Got no funny stories from today, but feel I should post. So, I'm gonna be a portal for the day; in the spirit of College Humor and Fark, I'm just gonna post some links I found and felt you should check out. and NONE of these are safe for work. Unless you WANT to get fired...
http://washingtondc.craigslist.org/cas/59116166.html http://washingtondc.craigslist.org/cas/58754860.html http://washingtondc.craigslist.org/cas/57959120.html http://washingtondc.craigslist.org/cas/57459205.html
Posted by William @ 2/11/2005 03:48:00 AM Wednesday, February 09, 2005
The Big White Elephant
So, who here's a fan of dangling plotlines? You see, I used to be, as long as they contributed to the plot of the overall story. Every now and then, certain aspects are forgotten about, causing the overall story to suffer. I fear that's what has happened on this site. To what am I referring? "The Natalie Saga" You see, I never quite capped that story off like I should have. I just sort of swept it under the rug, and I didn't think about how that must look, in the grand scheme of things. I said a LOT of things on this site during the summer months that, while they made for good reading, weren't necessarily accurate. All of the stories happened, but the emotional component was amped up a bit. You see, my webmistress and I were having this argument over whether or not I should let people into my life by posting more personal accounts. Now, even though I have a blog, I'm actually a very private person. I don't like random strangers knowing my feelings and everything. I have a policy that I don't like anyone to know more about me than i know about them. I've read your blogs, and i don't know much about most of you. Hence, why I'm so tight-lipped except when it comes to pop culture and the like. So, what happened with Natalie? Let's clear the air. Anybody out there seen "Lost in Translation"? And what was the take-home message of that movie? They knew their whole Japan experience was an isolated event. What happened in Japan stayed in Japan. They'd probably never see or speak to one another again, but their experience would be with them for the rest of their lives. In Natalie, I found a friend. A very good friend. But that was, for the most part, it. If you wanna get technical, we could even call her my hag. Or I was her beard. It was very twisted, but it was not the mega-Chasing Amy ordeal as it was written. You see, I know what constitutes a good read. A little longing here, and little drama there. You all ate it up. Hell, I didn't write anything that entertaining until the Marion Barry Karaoke Adventure. But when everything was said and done, she was my friend. It was never quite a romantic thing. In Natalie, I found someone that "got me". All of my friends tried to tell me, "It's not such a big deal for someone to 'get you'." But it totally is. For most of my life, I felt like I was tolerated, but never understood. Natalie had been through the same thing. We were building an army of other misunderstood weirdos. We were gonna be quite the clique. But my problem is that I've always been pigeon-holed in my friendships with girls. I'm always the "girlfriend" or confidante because I'm a nice, nonthreatening guy. Seeing as how we understood each other, I guess we saw too much of a good thing, and we kind of experiemented on each other. Her quest was to see if she could still be interested in a guy, while mine was to see if it was possible to be in a relationship with a woman who met my "weird criteria". In all essence, it failed. We were both, unsuccessfully, trying to forge something that totally wasn't there. "It" was missing. And it couldn't have been too romantic seeing as how I spent our time talking to her about other girls. I used to go on and on about Shelly, but it's not like I thought anything could happen 'cause she was my manager. At the same time, Natalie used to bend my ear about the latest Apex chick who said she was cute or asked for her number. On the surface, it might've looked all cutesy, but it was really kinda gay; we just gabbed to each other about our crushes. Yeah, I have all the entries about "I am in love with this girl....i love this girl..yadda...yadda.." It was true as far as I do love her, just as you love any friend to whom you're close. i love Tarek. Hell, I love Tarek like a brother. And that's where this gets weird because I love Natalie like a sister. That's where everything pretty much ended up. She was like my weird little sister who had gotten all the weird genes from the same weird pool that I did. We clicked on a lot of cylinders, but romance just wasn't in the cards, nor should it have been. Why am I addressing this now? Well, I've discovered the power of the internet and the fact that nothing really dies online. I go through my archives every now and then, and I look particularly hard at the personal entries. I hate myself for having shared because I know that they'll be misconstrued. So, I end up sharing through veils. Let you all laugh with me rather than at me. So, while I was dealing with all of this and sorting it out, it came across as "Watch Silly Willie Chase The Lesbian". And it was sad and humorous at the same time, but it was totally self-deprecating humor that ended up just bastardizing the situation even more. I'm also addressing this because I don't want it to hurt anyone in my life. I don't want it to hurt Natalie, for I probably shared way more about her life than she ever would've signed off on. I don't want to hurt Shelly, who sees these things in the archives and wonders what happened there. I don't want to hurt you all, who never truly got the whole story. Hell, most of you probably don't care. But if there's one thing I've always hated about comics, it's been dangling plotlines. The least I can do is eliminate them from my own stories. For the record, I have found that i can be in a relationship with a woman who meets my "weird criteria." And it is crazy perfect! I totally won. It's a wonderful feeling to be accepted, understood, loved, and in love, all at once. THIS is what it's all about. I'd go into more detail, but i don't know y'all like that ;-)
Posted by William @ 2/09/2005 11:44:26 PM
"Ya, all actors are gay...or robots...or gay robots..."
I just can't get into "Smallville" anymore. First off, kryptonite does nothing but make Clark an asshole. It has no real life-threatening effects. "Clark just punched out the cafeteria lady!" Don't worry; probably just kryptonite. Also, just saw an episode where he's all brooding 'cause he gave up his football scholarship. Dude, you're gonna be fucking SUPERMAN!!! Get over it. I WISH I had those kinds of problems! I'm destined to be BUS DRIVERMAN, and that's only if I finally get my license... AARRGHHH!!! Calm down, Will....not real people.... Sorry, it's Wednesday, which is like Geek Christmas (Where my comic peeps at?)
Posted by William @ 2/09/2005 08:58:20 PM
So, y'all are gonna say I'm an asshole, but i just had to write about this.
Tonight, I'm in the mall food court, and I look over at a nearby table. What do i find? Retarded kids talking on cell phones... Just let that sink in for a moment. Create the visual in your head. It's totally not funny, but it did catch me off-guard. It's one of those situations where technology has come so far, and is so easily attainable, yet... these kids are still retarded!
Posted by William @ 2/09/2005 08:48:48 PM Sunday, February 06, 2005
"...may I be excused? I'm having my 'Steve'."
I have The Best Girlfriend EVER! She just brought me cookies, Ramen, and Kleenex. And, in one fell swoop, she also met my family and saw my house. Now, I do look and smell like crap, as does my house, but I'm sick! What do you want from me? Thank you, Baby! I love you :-)
Posted by William @ 2/06/2005 11:38:16 PM
WILL ANSWERS I
You see, I'm a smart kid. I'm at a place in my life where I can honestly say that. BUT, don't get "abstract". I can think outside of the box, but the creative, like lyrics and poetry, eludes me. You have to hit me in the face with a dead cat to understand poetry. I get the themes, such as Winter is Death, yadda yadda, but when someone is trying to convey their feelings, I get lost. That's why I hate when people are like, "Listen to this song -the lyrics mean so much to me." And the song turns out to be "Glycerine" or some- thing, and all I can say is, 'Wow, I love this song. It's awesome!" And they respond with, "It's not awesome; in fact, it made me consider taking my life." No joke, I've been in these situations. I tried to write songs, but they all ended up as those country-esque "I'm so lonely" songs, and there are really only so many times that it should be legal to rhyme "heart" & apart" or "alone & phone". Hell, what did people rhyme with "alone" prior to Bell's nefarious, yet convenient, invention? I have, however, composed songs. You see, prior to the a cappella, I played piano for 10 yrs. When I started singing, I had to use the piano part of my brain. Now, when i was playing, I was "classically trained" (am I the only person who hates how pretentious that sounds?) , but I only used that to play all of the cliche parlor songs, such as Fur Elise and Moonlight Sonata. My true passion was New Age. Laugh if you want, but nothing calms me down like Enya & "Pure Moods". So, I started composing New Age music. I had a Music Technology class in high school with synthesizers and stuff, so by graduation, I had a good album's worth of material. But, get this, the school went under, and they have no idea where my disc is. If that shit resurfaces... But my New Age claims to fame are "Silver", named after my mother, and 'Ellie's Mirage", written for my grandmother, who loved to hear me play. Oh, and I play a MEAN rendition of the Star Trek: Voyager Theme!
Posted by William @ 2/06/2005 03:02:40 PM
"I don't hate the culture; I hate the people..."
There are two types of people I tend to attract in this world: Gay guys and Entrepreneurs. Allow me to explain. You know those guys, starting their own businesses who try to talk to you on the street? Those guys seem to think I'm some kind of gullible fool. I've had them follow me into bathrooms, follow me through Metro cars, approach me at work. Hell, maybe they're Gay Entrepreneurs now that I think of it! Regardless, they always come at me with the same spiel: "Hi, my name is ______. I'm currently starting my own business, and I wondered if you might know anyone looking for a position in my company. No? Well, how about you? May I ask if you're employed, part-time or full-time? And how long have you been there? OK, well, are you in school? Oh, you graduated...and where did you graduate from? (Cornell...they pause.) Wow, OK...that's a good school....great school...*pauses again*...So, what did you study? So, do you plan to be doing this for long? Well, if you're interested, I'm not trying to sell you anything or get any money from you. I'd just like to set up a time to talk to you in more detail about what we do. What do we do? "Financial services..." OK, so, here's where I suck. 3 out of 5 times, I'll actually give them the number. WHY? Becuase I work RETAIL and I love a good get rich quick scheme as much as the next guy. But here's how they blow theur credibility with me: This exact exchange happened last Monday, from some guy named Olu. Nice enough kid, but he looked like a New Edition reject. Not like he was really going to be going places anytime soon. But I humored him. I noticed he had a friend hanging in the background, waiting for him to complete the "sale". So, he said he'd call me in a few days. He did, and right after he asked, 'May I speak to Will?", I hung up on him. Didn't say anything. Just hung up. It seemed the right thing to do. So, the next day, Olu's friend came into H&M, which is prohibited by the way, under the guise that he was looking for his "brother" in the fitting room. So, after a few seconds of that ruse, he started with the spiel. I humored him, but he disappointed me. He asked where I had gone to school, and I told him Cornell. His response? "What's that? I never heard of that." STRIKE! How am I supposed to think you know ANYTHING business-related and you don't know what/where Cornell is?!! Yeah, I'm a snob and I know there are non-collegiate success stories (Just check The Apprentice III), but ARRRGGHH!!! And here's the kicker: He's from NY! It's not like he was from Montana or whatever. He should know! I told him it was a school about 5 hours outside of NYC, but he just kinda shrugged. Dealbreaker - Game Over. So, I ended it there. I asked, "Hey, aren't you Olu's friend?" He tried to play dumb. "Who?" "Olu, black dude. He gave me the same pitch two days ago. Dude, you were WITH him!". "I don't know nobody named Olu. I know a dude named 'O'." "Well, is he Black? Is there a Black dude named 'O" in your company?" *pause*..."Yeah....'O's in my company. But he's the Silver Spring Office and I'm in Gaithersburg." OK, first, these mutherfuckas ain't GOT no office. That means "O lives in Silver Spring, and he calls from his bedroom." Also, I don't do business in Gaithersburg. Anybody out there been to Gaithersburg recently? Oh yeah, nothing but success stories! (S0rry, Christina!) Anyway, here's their Kryptonite: just ask them how successful they've been with the business. I'll make a $20 guarantee that they won't tell you. They'll give you the runaround and come up with all kinds of excuses, but they'll never come to you with, "I paid off all my loans in 6 months, and no I's buying a boat!" They'll say that they can't tell you. Or they'll refer you to their Grand Poobah leader who can give you the information that they cannot. Either way, if they were so successful, I don't think they'd be recruiting at H&M. Yeah, I know SO much about business, what with all that shit priced at $14.90....
Posted by William @ 2/06/2005 01:27:30 PM
"Everybody's changing, and I still feel the same..."
So, in a strange, unfortunate twist of events, it seems I must revisit a former post. You see, a few months ago, amidst a rant about Prince's lack of acting skills, I made a reference to the oldest Black couple in Hollywood, Ruby Dee & Ossie Davis. Well, as I read the news on Friday morning, I was saddened to see that Mr. Davis had passed away. He was 87. Do I take back what I said before? No, it was all true. But what saddens me is that the man was a staple of Hollywood, particularly for Black actors. He was doing this when we weren't supposed to be doing this. And my heart, oddly enough, goes out to his wife; it's common for the spouse to die within six months when death occurs at this age. I just hope she has her health and the support of her family. So, farewell Ossie, and farewell to the oldest Black married couple EVER....Ya know, people always laugh when I say that, but in a way, it's true. We've only been allowed to marry for so many yrs, and with hypertension, the Klan, and child support, Black unions don't last too long. Now, when I talk like this people think I'm some bitter child of divorce, but that's totally untrue. I challenge you to find me a Black couple married more than 60 yrs. I CHALLENGE YOU!!!
Posted by William @ 2/06/2005 01:17:29 PM Friday, February 04, 2005
"Le roi est mort; Vive le roi!"
Well, it's done. We've clammored for it for the past four years, with chants of, "It's not the 'real deal'!" and "It's not true to continuity!" We kept saying that it should be cancelled, hoping that the producers would see this as a mandate to make the show better. But today, they called our bluff, for UPN announced the cancellation of Enterprise. For the first time in18 yrs, there will be no more new "Trek". Since 1987, we've been given over 624 hours of Starfleet adventures. Enterprise didn't even make it to 100 eps. By the end of its run, it'll clock in at 98. Almost 100 episodes for a show that was almost good. They were so close, but they kept painting themselves into corners. Honestly, Paramount's lucky they found some fans gullible enough to follow Voyager for 7 years! After Janeway made it home, they should've closed up shop and cut their losses, which would've saved us from the shitstorm known as "Star Trek: Nemesis". So, what valuable lesson has Star Trek taught us today? IT IS IMPORTANT THAT YOU KNOW WHEN WALK AWAY. After all, you can only take so many trips to the Mirror Universe...
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If you were stranded on a desert island and could only have one CD, one food, and one tv character with you for three years.... what would they be?
If I only had one CD, it would have to be "Journey: Greatest Hits". Laugh if you wish, but this CD has EVERYTHING. Plus, as cheesy as people like to remember Journey, they inspired every major pop/soft star today. Now, you may not exactly like these styles of music, but greats such as Mariah Carey (the Good Mariah, not the hooch Mariah) list them among their top influences.Plus, you've got any style you want on one disc. For a romantic slow song, you've got "Faithfully" or "Open Arms". For the pensive, brooding song, you've got "Send Her My Love." And the sheer bombast of "Don't Stop Believin' " would motivate me to construct my Raft To Freedom.
One food? That would have to be Monogolian BBQ from Cornell Dining. There's a reason it was voted #1 dining hall in the country. Plus, I DID live off of it for an entire year. I ate it everyday, sometimes twice. Ask anyone. It's how I got my Sophomore 30!
One TV character? The Adam West Batman. Come on, is there ANYONE more entertaining? This guy was the George W. of Superheroes; just looking at him, you knew he had NO BUSINESS in that role, wearing that suit, but he overacted hard enough that it was SO bad it was good.
Plus, it'd be hilarious to spend 3 yrs with him, as he kept pulling stuff out of his utility belt, such as Bat-Shark repellant, which would inevitably fail to provide rescue or safety. It'd kind of be like an experiment to see how far a man must fall before he cracks. 'Cause I get the feeling that, for the 1st yr, he won't even take off his mask. He'd take off the cape, maybe even the suit. But I feel like he'd be stark-ass naked on that island just wearing a cowl, and you can't PAY for that kind of stranded entertainment.