Ok today on the way out there I managed to see the following famous people
Harry Potter, Steven Spielberg,Peter Sellers,Bruce Campbell driving UPS van, and Charlie Dimmock rather distressed at a railway station.

The radio station competitions are getting too much for me to handle. Last week it was a free soda at a Wawa, oh and not forgetting a cookie also, for phoning in and answering a question about the show.
This week they had decided to up the stakes to 5 tickets to the circus AND 5 COUPONS FOR POTATO BREAD!! Wow, I think my mobile will get some use out of it as soon as I get close enough to hear the show next time.

I have to leave this note in case I die without warning or good cause.
I managed to find a very weird coffee shop, reccomended to me by one of the locals in this small PA town. If you are familiar with my recent dive into There.com, you may have some idea of the sort of place I find myself writing this very blog.

For starters there is a young lady serving coffee (of which of course there's about a million varieties, with a dash of that and a splash of this etc er...coffees that is, not serving surfer dudettes) and she is "So totally not taking those classes next sumester" or she "Will like completely freak as she isn't graduating until she's like 30". The coffee shop itself is festooned with all the things the producers of Friends, wouldn't have on their set of the coffee shop. Most of the space being taken up by two large sofas, and an arm chair in the front window. There is even what looks to be someone to do with the staff (a real world version of a There resident avec goatee) sitting in a corner pretending to play chess with himself. The rest of the generously open floor acherage, has a few little round wooden tables with a couple of chairs at each. Lurking not too suspiciously in "like so totally the BEST area's" are the obligitory sacks of coffee, naturally printed with enourmous amounts of coffee related info. So much information in fact, that I think that instead of shipping these particular sacks of coffee by sea then truck, you can actually drive the sack itself, as every possible bit of info about the contents, is artily stenciled at a "jaunty" angle, on the outside. Or is that fusilage?
Anyway, more and more people come in and out, a constant stream of There.com residents. All dressed like different ranks of the same army.
Walls are bare brick painted orange, one of which is supporting me while I tappity click tappety this entry. That sounds a lot quicker than it is, as anyone with a PDA and no external keyboard will know.
So right now, in my perfectly lit, orange painted brick, teeny wooden coffee tabled area, I could try to be a deep, meaningfully quiet type. Writing some painfully intelligent thing about one of those oh so worthy, subjects, that is so lofty it doesn't (and never did have any affect on mankind in any way "like evurrr")



..Or I think it is more likely I give off the "creepy person" vibe, sat on his own and "like when is he going to like totally leave/listen to one of my stories?"

Coffee is jolly nice all the same.

Emergency! Dudette de surf appears to have run out of Britney Spears imperial army recruits, and has turned on the only two people in the cafe. As luck would have it, a guy doing paperwork is in her direct line of fire, so I don't have to participate, just be in the way of the sound waves. I think that's all that's required in this particular instance anyway.
Emergency number two (and you KNOW how bad a number two is?!) Paperwork man has left and so shields are gone! As luck would have it, I have been 'promoted(?)' to 'trustworthy weirdo' and the young lady of the frothy bits of the ocean (as well as coffee) decides she can leave me in here for a while and venture out into the not-as-sunny-as-it-appears afternoon.
After all that, I think I will darken this particular door step again, as they seem to not mind me spending ages in here, with just two coffees money to show for it.

Oh and I have gotten access to another virtual world although this one is hush hush, apparently, and as soon as I can give you details, (which looks like never right now) I will.

Funny thing, on my mass commutes into the wilds of America, I pass a few very famous film locations. One of thos is the Rocky Movie scene where he runs up the steps and jumps around a bit at the top. (Well I am not a screen writer okay, so perhaps the movie has more feeling to it, deal with it)

In all the times I have glided past there, I have never seen one single solitary person acting that scene out. Although every single person I hear mention those very steps always has to make a big thing about doing the 'Rocky' on them. I am afraid my public, that I cannot confirm or deny this very hot topic at this time.

Another famous movie scene is that of 12Monkeys, which I pass on the same journey, there are lots but I will have to look them all up and see if they really do look shorter in real life.

Ok, it's been a while but I have genuinely been busy. There.com is taking HUGE amounts of whatever I designate as free time, and lots of school trips eating into the remaining hours of the recently hectic days.

Which leads me into my first encounter with an opera. I managed to score my first evil laugh and amazingly long death scene, all in the first ever try! I sympathised somewhat with the children who were watching, when I tell you that I now know why people invented guns. It was so they could make other people die quicker. The reason I say this is that Macbeth got himself stabbed in the er.... well, general area of his body. Hope I'm not spoiling it too much for anyone that might be about to embark upon this musical rollercoaster ride. Anyway, Macbeth staggered hither, and thither, then a little bit hither again, and thithered a bit, before he graduated to stagger, wobble, hither slightly, then collapse. This took a long time, and at first we all thought he may be looking for a contact lens or something. So the sigh of relief washed through the opera house, like a freshly opened rooftop door in a fart filled elevator. It was short lived as Macbeth exuded the now familiar first few booming notes of what was to be a lengthy examination of ones own terminality at such times. Such times being, covered in no blood, with no gaping stab wound, all alone in an unconfirmed dark (possibly wooded) area, with nothing for company, except the hushed busy-ness of an ancient smoke machine (funny how Shakespere never mentioned those much?) and a perfectly fashionable opera singer hair do.

Now I am hoping that our Macbeth did not mistake the rousing applause for his very talented singing. As one of the biggest cheers of the night went up when he finally, and I mean FINALLY expired.

Another weird thing was a little screen way up at the top of the curtain, with subtitles projected onto them! I was not expecting any help, just getting the general idea of who wanted to stab who, and who was trying to bed who else.

I really liked the scenes containing the whole cast. Such as times when there were villagers and guards all together giving it something along the lines of
# The king is here
# He is so great!
# We are all saved
# Hope he's not late
etc

At that moment I would have payed a huge sum of money to have these very same people (anonymous villager/guard/ghosts 1 - 37) to follow me around, singing every moment of what happened to me every day. What a thought! Would take me all day just to get out from the supermarket because of the rotating flower formation of people all looking up at the camera, and closing crecendo, showering fireworks onto the assembled masses. Are you still with me?

This is probably doable, but we shall see. A definate 'back burner' thing as they seem to say around here.

Finally managed to track down some Weetabix! But I think I'll save them until I can be alone with them, as the heathens of this land will probably mock my particleboardesque, breakfast essential. Then I can enjoy what is now a rare treat.

Oh, been a little busy of late, and haven't had blogging space. But nothing much has transpired since last time. Except for maybe discovering Texas, in the middle of the Pennsylvania. As soon as I left the confines of my metropolis, I was confronted with a never ending expanse of country music, interspersed with bible bashing, in the extreme!

It was a mere scan of the different localised radio stations that revealed to me a worrying trend. While in the city I couldn't escape the endless rap music and references to American Idol. However, once the retro 70's energy barrier was crossed, thing went extremely Joe Dirt on me!

Like I said, there was nothing but country music on the radio and I was amazed to find the theme tune to Fraggle Rock playing on a station. At first I thought perhaps this was a commercial, or a theme tune to a radio show, but my jaw slid off the floor and out of the door when I heard...."Yes folks this is radio wabc playing your most requested songs!"

This HAD to be a joke, but it turns out it was completely up front! Oh no, and that meant my bus was speeding through "In'jun' country" (spitoon noise).

Seriously sucked into There. Seems like they spent the cash on it, but evident they are going to recover it somehow. They want you to pay for the city cash........ well, I'll see how this goes, but I have the feeling it's worth the investment (on a geek level of course).