for real though, personal posts get a bad rap
like i will see people apologize for making a lot of them and i’m just
a) it’s YOUR blog, you can recite the greek alphabet one post at a time if you really want to
b) you don’t owe your followers shit
c) personal posts are fucking interesting, man. if i am following a blog i am okay! with knowing about the person behind that blog! nobody’s gonna begrudge you having a life outside the intermajig and talking about it.
To celebrate the upcoming Monkees Convention, over the next week I’ll be posting Fandom Lenses’ Top 10 Monkees Related posts of all time! Re-read old favorites and discover things you missed! Coming in at number 9…
“Just look over your shoulder, guess who’ll be standing by the toaster at the continental breakfast…”
This one certainly isn’t my best essay, but it’s tied with Gazpacho, Grief, and Gratitude for the most meaningful. Occasionally I’ve tried to figure out what was the WTFest moment of the Year of Our WTF—there are plenty of contenders and I may rack up some more next weekend. But after everything, I still think looking up from my omelet to see a bed-headed Peter Tork wander into the hotel dining room on an obvious quest for coffee takes the cake.
No, actually, I lied. That was the second most brain-melty thing to happen that day. Shoe Suede Blues playing Cin’s request of Anissa’s favorite “Play with your Poodle” wins. Those of you who have wondered, THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULD NEVER DISS PETER TORK IN MY PRESENCE.
Please universe, if you are kind, give me an opportunity to say a proper thank you to Peter for that night, and what he did for three grieving Frodis Femmes and Anissa’s mom. Now that he’s coming, that’s all I want from the con. (I mean, hey, if any of them invite me backstage to play Risk or something I won’t turn them down, but…yeah.)
Reading this makes me happy.
John Entwistle’s wedding with John Entwistle
((i havent rped in 9ever wtf is wrong with me))
neither had i dude
chilled mammal secretions