Numbness of Creativity

As I sit amongs the various cables, wires, guitars and vox boxes, i'm desperatly trying to fight the creative brainfart. I have about four ideas to toy around with and nothing solid. It doesn't help that i have that I have that Burger King "Big Buckin' Chicken" song in my head.

My week as been kind of a creative brainfart.

I need to try to take a bottle brush and clear out my head. I apologize ahead of time if any of this makes no sense, frightens any of you, creates hidious dreams.

I was eating a sandwich at a blimpys when I overheard a younger man talking to an older one. He said, and I quote, "yeah...when I graduate, i wanna either be a rapper...or a hotel manager." I have to say, i stopped eating and tuned in on this conversation. I wanted to so hear how if you failed to be a rapper, the next logical step to hone your "mad playah skillz", is to be a hotel manager.

Y'know what bugs me? When you call someone on the phone, and they have an answering machine message that plays like this: four minutes of a metal tune you can hardly make out due to being played into a mike the size of a hair folicle, then a monotone sleepy voiced "i'm not here right now, leave a message". What the hell was the mini concert about? At least sing that last part if i am forced to hear your tune.

I wake up almost every morning to the sounds of a Girls Gone Wild infomercial on TV in the background. Somehow, I don't think that could be healthy...

How can you not outrun a Zombie? I was watching a horror movie, and even though these bad posture puppets are moving like an old lady with a walker, they always seem to catch the young living couple that can run, much like there are zombies on their tail. And why can't a zombie eat another zombie? They move the same speed, so the chase would be short.

On almost every set of instruction on preparing a boxed dinner, the final instruction is, "Serve, and enjoy!" Which is excellent, because I was just going to toss it in the garbage after I cooked it, and grow dispondent. And the box cover has the legend "serving suggestion" on the pic of the finished food, I'm assuming so they can't be sued by people feeling they have been shoehorned into having to use a plate to place the product for eating. What would be cool, is if they would put a pic of a girl wearing my strogonoff as a bikini, on the box.

Now THATS a suggestion!

When someone tastes spoiled milk, why do they always do this: "ewwwwghh! taste this!". After that review? But of course! Let me burst a blood vessel in my eye from trying not to retch downing chunkey curds and whey. What am I supposed to say? "Goddamn, that IS bad!". Doesn't it show how much I respect your opinion by just taking your word on that?