Tell me this guy isn’t awesome. I don’t care what anyone else says. This man is awesome and I want to dance and whistle just like him. I know the guy’s not really Whistling Jack Smith, but I don’tknow his precise identity, so I shall simply call him Whistling Jack Smith.
But seriously (I wasn’t being sarcastic, I really do want to dance and whistle like him), they just don’t make music like they used to…a budding psychologist may interpret my penchant for the oldies as a refusal to adapt to the current culture and or my lack of adventurousness. I chalk it up to being born in the wrong decade.
I’m up at 0315 hours…what the hell is wrong with me? I’m starting to get that insomnia again. I was sleeping fine for the past couple of months or so. I would hate to think that this is starting up again. Perhaps its the screenwriting…my mind can’t seem to shut up. My thoughts are all over the place and…yeah.
Anyway, I intend to write an article (inspired by a conversation with my brother) blasting BlackBerry. I’ll probably get around to it tomorrow. In the mean time, I’ll try to fall asleep to Mr. Smith or Soviet Speech Broadcast.