38:26:36

The Great Gazoo

I was reading Aly the other day. On 2/19/05, she listed 37 topics she could be blogging on. I told her I didn't know how she did it? How did she think of all those topics? I told her I can't ever 'think' of things to write about. They just come to me out of nowhere. You know, my friend Gazoo zaps me. Well Aly, he's done it again.


Women have been on my mind constantly. I guess that's not unusual for a man, huh? Heck, I've been boring you and sniveling to you about my women woes forever and a day now. But hey, they are a huge part of my past, present, and (hopefully) future!


Let me ask you a question, if I may? Whether you're in your car or just walking around, do you often wonder what the hell those silly-looking runners/joggers, with their shorts, tank tops, and headphones, are actually thinking? They look so focused, serious, in form, striding away. What *is* going on in those brains of theirs? Here's the answer for *one* of those funky joggers.


I love my Sunday run. I take a special route through the beautifully landscaped area we Plantationers call Jacaranda. I put on my iPod and off I went. It occurs very often, Aly. I'm running, headphones are on, and then Gazoo taps me on the shoulder. Posting idea formed. Shaped during the run. Composed afterwards. That's the silly formula.


The first song I heard on my shuffling iPod was "Run," by Snow Patrol. My mind instantly flashed back to Alice. I've given you pieces to her puzzle. I'll soon get to the rest of the story in future posts, don't worry. "Run" was a song I gave to her along with "Somewhere Only We Know." They were our songs. Sadly, I guess they always *will* be because it's hard to erase and wipe completely clean the memories that go along with those songs.


Next, I heard "Favorite Color," by One Less Reason. This song came out right after Alice dumped me. "I will always love you, take the me out of you. A lot of people are going to be disappointed when they find out, I love you and I need you." How appropriate. I shook my head as I ran. It's as if the iPod had a mind of its own.


"All the Small Things," by Blink 182 came on next. I always laugh to myself when I hear the line, "Late night, come home. Work sucks, I know." So me, me, me. Next came "Shit Town," by Live. Another smile snuck out of my as I jogged. I always smile when I think about my date at the Live concert. Disappointingly so, I still haven't seen that girl since.


"All Apologies," by Nirvana. Unplugged. Kurt's anguish. No way I can relate to his. No way mine can measure up to his. But I've got my own nonetheless. I thought about all I've been through. A lot. All I've overcome mentally. A lot. The jogging part of my run was over now. It was time to walk the last mile home.


Heard "Statues," by The Rising. There are probably five people in the country who've heard this song and that's because I sent them my CDs. A truly beautiful song. It made me think of broken relationships.


Next came an 80s classic. "No One Like You," by The Scorpions. Although I've never done it, I imagined it would be a great song to make love to. The mind can go really crazy on this one. I guess they all flashed by my mind.


Remember my Tag music list? Remember what I said about "Tupelo Honey?" Maybe Esther *was* right?


I turned into my apartment complex just as Lindsey Buckingham started jamming on his guitar. I was thinking he is a very underrated guitar player. I dorkily started air guitarring "Big Love." Fleetwood Mac gets the credit, but it's totally a Lindsey solo. Great song. Maybe Esther *was* right?


There you have it. From the mind of a crazy headphoned-wearing jogger. Oh. The title. You wanna know who the girl is whose got those measurements, right? C'mon people! Get your mind outta the gutter. 38 minutes. 26.36 seconds. The jogging time on my dorky jogging watch as I walked in the door!