RINGING in the New Year.

Phone calls......Christ but who doesnt love a good phone call amongst us? Huh? Huh? Hey now....can I get a witness?

Well ME for fucking one.....I LOATHE the phone....it ringse.....I crinsge.....just the way things are....nonetheless its the NEW YEAR after all and I feel for some odd reason thats its appropriate to call all the people I never speak to the rest of the year and bullshit with them about things neither party really gives a good shit about.....filling dead air and what have you......a dead air that would never have been there in the first place if I didnt pick up the phone and dial a number....

Heres a good example....I sat through 4 hours of New Hampshire presidential debates last night....why? Because Im a fucking weirdo...thank you very much...and Buddy Cianci was throwing down commentary as well...(non-Rhode Islanders can go here...(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buddy_Cianci)..I was fascinated at the interplay between Mitt and Huck.....Hil and Obama.....I was almost as intrigued with the going-ons of that spectacle as I was watching the NY Giants rape the Tampa Bay Buccaneers this afternoon.....but would anyone really care for me to expound on such things whilst on the telephone.....doubtful...at least not anyone that I know.....even the Giants victory.....NOBODY that I talk to on a regular basis could give two shits in a hand basket about either thing....which is kind of odd...I mean I dont talk to anyone I havent know for at least a few years....yet I grasp for anything to talk about with them....

Perhaps I just enjoy stupid shit......Well not even perhaps...I know that I enjoy stupid shit....I will carry on and on about lots of things....music....movies.....political hacks.....horrible sitcoms.....etc...

But as little as I even keep up on these things these days...I find that the people I know keep up on them even less....which blows my mind because these same people used to school ME in such subjects...and in most cases I have even less time then they do nowadays to keep INFORMED......hey fuck if I know.....all that I dod know is I hate the goddamn phone calls.

Heres a funny conclusion I came to this evening.....I can talk to my dad for almost 3 hours on the phone and come away from the conversation being happy about a good conversation.....I get on with any of my "peers" and I feel like I just got 4 teeth extracted with no anesthesia......long road from some years ago with me rolling my eyes at anything the old man had to say......I can get on the phone with dad and he throws down 3 or 4 things for me to look up on the computer music-wise or movie-wise and they actually pan out to be GOOD FUCKING THINGS......amazes me.....same thing when I talk to my mom....great conversations....good stuff.....actual ENJOYMENT out of the phone call......not so much with most of anyone else.....eh fuck it.

When it all boils down to brass tacks and steel reserves I prefer talking to myself.....mostly in public and mostly grinning homicidally at anyone that doesnt like it......

In closing.....give me a call....well do lunch.....hahahahahahaha.

All My Love

K.O.