Do you have nothing else better to do? Check out this great cover of Enter Sandman on the Kazoo. It starts off kind of slow but it gets awesome..er..awesomer.

Metallica would be stupid not to invite this guy to join the band. This could return them to the great days of Ride the Lightning and Cliff Burton.

Earlier this year a co-worker sent me a link and suggested that I try Twitter. Even before signing up for an account I really couldn’t grasp the concept of the tool. Is it meant to be a sort of mini blog or another way to let friends know when a new pimple pops up on my ass. It’s hard to tell. I haven’t seen any two people use it the same way.

Since I don’t see many using it as a mini blog, I’m going to assume it’s a way to keep their friends in the loop with their happenings. Which seems kind of stupid. Do I really want to know when someones walks into a gym, is in line to buy Hannah Montana tickets, or stubs their toe.  Sooner or later it’s going to progress and they’re going to start twitting…twitted…tweet…posting every little detail about them you don’t want to know. 

Let me show you the future of Twitter by taking you through a normal Saturday in my life. 

SirRobbieRob I’m at Five Guys eating the greasiest burger known to man. I’m probably going to regret this later about 8 hours ago from the twitterberry

SirRobbieRob Having some serious cramps going on. These could probably be consider contractions. I think I’m having a baby…a butt baby. about 7 hours ago from twitterberry

SirRobbieRob The cold sweats have started. I really have to go the bathroom but holding out. In a weird way it feels really good holding it in. Like really, really good. about 7 hours ago from the web

SirRobbieRob Sweet baby Jesus! It’s been blasting out for 25 minutes non stop. This could be the WMD Bush was looking for. about 6 hours ago from the twitterberry

SirRobbieRob It’s over!!! Thank God! Time to start cleaning up. Hopefully we have enough TP. about 6 hours ago from the twitterberry

SirRobbieRob Jump the gun. Its going again. This isn’t humanly possibly. No one is full of this much shit. about 6 hours ago from the twitterberry

SirRobbieRob If someone is reading this, please help. I’ve lost all muscle control and can’t stop. I may pass out soon. about 6 hours ago from the twitterberry

SirRobbieRob I’ve been wiping on and off for 15 minutes. My ass is really sore, probably going to get a hemroid. I need to remind Alev to buy some baby wipes. about 6 hours ago from the twitterberry

SirRobbieRob ewww I got poo on my finger. Does this day get any worse. about 5 hours ago from the twitterberry

SirRobbieRob Yes, yes it does. I just gave myself a dirty sanchez… about 5 hours ago from the twitterberry

SirRobbieRob Clean up is done. My ass is sore. All I smell is poo. about 5 hours ago from the twitterberry

SirRobbieRob I’m exhausted and going to take a nap. Thanks to twitter I didn’t have to go thru this nightmare alone. about 4 hours ago from the twitterberry

Besides my stalker (Merry Christmas John!), does anyone really want that much detail about my life. I know I don’t want to know that much about yours…unless you’re a cool celebrity like David Spade or Fabio. 

Maybe that’s it! We all want to be a cool celebrity like David Spade and like thinking people give a crap about our happenings and whereabouts. If that’s the case,  I have a better idea than twitter.

How about a Rent-A-Stalker service?  (I can’t take credit for this idea. It’s all my stalker’s idea. Thanks John and don’t worry, I ‘m working on that restraining order. Should be ready by XMas.) You would have someone to follow you everywhere and , if you choose (additional fee), kill you on your front lawn. This service would allow you the opportunity to live a life similar to Paula Abdul or Madonna…without the money of course. 

Rent-A-Stalker…the new twitter! Ch-Ching

Happy Holidays!

If you get a minute, post a comment about your thoughts on twitter and how you use it.

If you ARE interested in knowing about my bathroom habits, feel free to head over to Twitter and follow me; http://twitter.com/SirRobbieRob

Another awesome example of why Bollywood is greater than Hollywood.

Supposedly, the main guy in the video is a “great dance master”. The guy’s name is Prabhu Deva and a quick look on YouTube finds a ton of great treasures.

It makes me want to move over there and become an international pop star. Imagine it now…so sweet!

Am I the only person that thought Elton John’s Tiny Dancer was a song about Tony Danza? Realizing that it wasn’t totally blows my mind.

Until recently, I can honestly say I didn’t know what true anger really was. I use to think being mad at someone was the same as being angry with them. But I’m finding out these are two, totally, different emotions for me.

This new discovery came this past May while visiting my parents in Virginia. A few days before the trip, there was a little family drama that resulted in the end of a relationship. Although not intended, the results of that drama were my doing. When we got to Virginia, the topic came up before we even got back to the parent’s house. It started off as I expected it to, a little blah this and blah that. What I didn’t expect was for it to get any further than that. This is where anger introduced himself to me. If I was the Incredible Hulk, this is where I would be turning green and tearing off my shirt. But I’m not; I just saw red and wanted to puke.

What actually sparked this? In short, being told what my thoughts and intentions were. Now, you can disagree with me all day long and I could care less. People have different opinions and don’t always share mine. But, telling me I thought something when I didn’t or I intended to do something that I didn’t; really pisses me off. It pisses me off more when I tell you this, and you keep telling me what my intentions are.

Things eventually ended up winding down. But I was drained and ready to fly back home. The trip ended up being fun but the topic popped up more than I cared. The anger went back into its cave to hibernate…but not for long. Even after getting back home, the topic came up on every phone call back home.

Then, I talked with the person at the other end of the drama. The talk was very similar to Virginia. This person was telling me what my intentions and thoughts were. This person, who thinks they know who I am, is telling me my thoughts and intentions. This person, who I have distanced myself away from along time ago, knows me better than I know myself. The anger I felt in Virginia has nothing on this. I felt a fire grow inside me, a fire that continues more than a month later. I can feel the fire spreading and getting out of control. That little bastard, Yoda was right. Anger does lead to hate.

When I’m mad at someone it doesn’t last very long. Mainly because being mad takes way too much energy and I’m too lazy to dedicate that much to something. Anger is different. It’s like a cancer; it starts off with getting mad then grows into something that eats away at you.

The awakening of this emotion has had its positives, even though it doesn’t sound like it. This one thing sparked an emotional awakening, if you will. I went from being emotionally shut off from people to slowly opening back up. That side of things has been awesome. The major downside is it can easily get out of control. Already, it has mutated from anger to something unthinkable towards that one person. The worst part, I can feel it spreading out to other relationships in my family. Something I’m not willing to let happen.

I need to find the balance, where I don’t let the anger consume me and I don’t completely ignore it. That’s one of the fun things about personal growth; finding a good balance.