So, it is no secret to those of you who know me well (which @ this point is just Wendi, because I just don't have time to "hang out" anymore) that I love Alice Cooper, and his wonderful radio show, aptly named "Nights with Alice Cooper
". Well, he has a tendency to think he is funny to everyone when he is really only funny to himself (just like me...we think we are the funniest people in the world, but somehow only we, ourselves EVER get the jokes), and he screws up a lot. Such as tonight when he talked for about a minute and a half about how pathetic life must be for Billy Squier
these days and that he is going to play a Billy Squire song and then flowing right into a Led Zeppelin song. Brilliant!
And while I'm here, you know what I hate?
Not if I don't tell you. ;)
"Seizure lights". You know the
...excuse me...holiday lights that flash violently for no apparent reason. The ones that would make a strobe light craw into a corner and weep. Yeah, I hate them, and people seem to love the damn things because I see them the whole way home every night and I instantly get a headache. I wonder if I could sue if I started seizing.