Sattelite of Love

GREETINGS! HOW ARE YOU GUYS????? WOOPS!

Sorry, sorry, the caps locked was on. My fault. How are you guys(sans caps it is a more soothing question?) I'm feeling good; feel great, feeling good. I kinda feel like a boss, if you will. Will you? WELL, either way I still feel like a boss. Let's try to not be jerks about this, shall we?

GOD, what was I going say? My word. My pot stickers are reheating in the oven(thanks Chuck!) and I have a little time to kill............................

RIGHT

Satellite of Love. Rocket....yeah.....SATELLITE OF LUU UU UVE. Did any know out there understand that that was what Def Leppard was saying in that song? Was it a Lou Reed reference? Doubtful; Def Lep is probably not equipped to handle such dangerously honest levels of coolness. I'll get to one armed drummer thing a bit, OHHHHHHHHH Fo sho fo sho fo sho.

Satellite of Love? What the hell is a satellite of love? Like an S.O.S.? Some type of celestial smoke signal, letting us know we are not alone in this galaxy? Firstly, I don't believe in love(lol,) nor do I care for the combination of technology and emotion. Or do I? Hmmmmmm..I suppose Mr. Spock would be the embodiment of this conglomeration. The machine with feelings. I suppose the Terminator, in such films as Terminator 2 and Terminator 3, would also exemplify.*

*God damn, these pot stickers are good as gold son.

Is it a female fantasy? A man who functions as half man/half robot? Sometimes, in this modern world, I feel forced to function on a robotic level. And I'm a shitty robot for certain. The reason being that people are generally used to my sensitive, frankly dope demeanor. So, when I function as a robot, people are put off by the vibe. HMPH. I'm merely trying to do work. My hand was forced; I never bargained for a technology based vocation. I'm an English major! Speak freakin' ANGLISH! Damn.

Has Def Leppard created their own version of the "Spock" archetype? Half man, half robot? I'm pretty sure his anus is wired to some sort of percussive element. Clinch, release.......clinch, release. FREE THE MAN! Do you think his anus enjoys playing in time? Mmmmmmmmmm.....anus in time.

Ok ok, I'm getting a little weird here.

We all try to beat robotic to an extent I suppose; to be the best that we can be. Sometimes, as a dude once said, the best that you can do, is fall in love. The canvass can do miracles, just you wait and see. Believe me....It's not far, to never-never land, at least it's not for me. WOW! I was just taken by the spirit of Christopher Cross. Chris Cross, if you will, will you? COMMON! I've asked nicely TWICE now, and you still will not. Ok ok, I'll take you out to Outback. We'll get a nice glass of red, I'll read to you from Dan Brown and we'll visit, conjugally. NOW, that all being said, WILL you? Hmmmmm, surely don't like the sound of that maybe!

Speaking of Chris Cross, I'm pretty sure those little kids were robots...............but did they have Feelings? I mean, did they REALLY wanna make you....JUMP JUMP! I have to say, using the mack daddy and the daddy mack in the same breath as each other's names lacked creativity. Hmmmmm, the work of robots indeed. I have a feeling they were more the Data style of cyborgs, lacking any true emotions. Is it possible to be robotic like a boss? Maybe promote a lil' bit of synergy?

I think they need to bring data back in the new Star Trek series. Only, this time, he shall wear is clothes backwards......... And so it is written.

I'm going to go enjoy my curry chicken. Have a terrif day. You are ALL bosses; feel it, will it, live it.


PJ