Floozy Speak!

Sometimes when I talk to JD it’s like… what the hell are you talkin’ about… if that’s too future, then there ya go. By the sixth time I’m like… what the hell are you talkin’ about. Definitely too future.

Gator Dave is all too not too future. Did that make any sense whatsoever? If anything Dave (or , I, because I’m talking in the third) can relate more to alligators than to most people. Am I just plain stupid, or is almost everyone around me a little short on the grey? I don’t know, I don’t like to theorize about that kind of stuff because it makes my head hurt. I’m pretty simple really… I listen to what I think is good music, I play what I think is good music on my guitar, I love my dog, I try to be kind to others and I visit my church regularly. Oh yeah, and I really, really love animals. Speaking of which… gator dave had his official Columbus debut recently doing a program for a group of cub scouts. The topic of the program… conservation and alligators. Go figure that. A smashing success… dave dreams of more programs to come. But now the lattes must flow because the bills gotta get paid.

Speaking of bills getting paid and seeing old friends… well I wasn’t speaking of old friends, but I am now… I keep seeing my friend from the past, Jenny Shauf, on a Safe Auto commercial. You may have seen it. It is the one where the man and woman (main spokespeople) get out of the back of a mini-van and startle a young woman. That young woman then proceeds to get into her van and tell the spokespeople that her roommate is in the apartment. They then go to the front door and a woman comes to the door in curlers and says a sultry… “hi”. Well Jenny is the girl in the van. I used to sing with her about 10 years ago. Anyway to make a long story longer… I saw her serving at The Cheesecake Factory when I was there with my friend Leah over the weekend. I didn’t say anything to her, but I may go back over and say “hi” myself, but not in a sultry way.

JD was right a few postings ago and I agree… since we haven’t had a Talkin’ Crap in a while… that all of the recent movies all have positive ratings from reviewers. My view is that until fairly recently there were only a few reputable sources to go to when finding out about a movie. Now it seems that everyone and there mother has an opinion on any given movie and the advertisers can just pick out the best one and post it with the ad. You just have to find someone you trust in to look to for advise. We hope with Talkin’ Crap you will come to us for advise. I promise that we will try to review more movies soon or find other places for you to find GOOD advice on movies.

I know… it’s been a while… stop talking dave. Well I’ve only got two more things. First, I know why the Buckeyes have been having close games. They are trying to drum up business for the new heart hospital. I think 3 or 4 people in my section at the game had heart attacks from the last few seconds of regulation until the end of the overtime. Sorry, Dan, I know you don’t understand this, but I don’t know computer talk… so bear with me. It gets better. I was on the Jumbotron in the Shoe during the 3rd quarter. That’s right just Gator Dave on the big TV, in front of 105,000 people in Ohio State Stadium all by my lonesome. I was the only one standing up in my section (watching the Best Damn Band in the Land) and I look up and there is my mug on the Tron. I pointed at the camera and mouthed “Go Bucks… number 1… yeah!!!”. No actual words, just lip movement because I know that the stadium can’t hear me… I have witnesses. My cousin, who is in the band, saw me, as did my friend Erin from work. Simple pleasures here. How about number 2 in the BCS?

Lastly, what is with newer model, silver BMW sedan that I saw at the Walgreens in Dublin with the bullet hole stickers going down the side. It had to have been a 2000 or newer. Why? Bullet hole stickers are for late 70’s, early 80’s red Toyota trucks with much rust, not a new BMW.

The moral of the story… you have just now been sent back from the future to the present by Dave’s posting.