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xaaraI've been listening to a few of my favorite Billy Idol songs for way too long. But seriously, I can't stop. It's like, I've gotten to a point where if I hear "White Wedding" or "Mony Mony" or "Flesh for Fantasy" one more time, I'm going to go homicidal and kill someone with the bread knife, but I can't turn off the playlist. Huh.
And to settle any confusion over the matter, Billy Idol stole his look from Spike. It makes sense. They were both in New York in the late 70s and/or early 80s; they were both punk devotees (can't you totally see Spike and Dru hanging with the Bromley Contingent? no! plot bunnies!); they were both into drugs and leather and music. They would've gotten along so well, and Spike wouldn't have eaten Billy Idol because hey, the kid made good music. There's the little hitch in the theory with Spike being at Woodstock in '69, but he could've just taken some time to tour the good ol' US of A.
W called after dinner and asked if I wanted to come to his house to watch the All-Star Game with a few of the guys. As it turned out, only MB was (a) in town, (b) girlfriend-less, and (c) willing to make the trip to W's house. It was fun anyway, though, since I enjoy spending time with my boys and haven't been able to for a while. We snarked at the Fox commentators--quite possibly the worst ones I've ever seen--and ate onion rings and biscuits and generally had a good time. After the game (which the AL--blah!--won), I walked the few blocks home and came up to finish downloading all the stuff I'm going to need if this computer and I are going to get along. I still need a name for him. Something short, catchy, that doesn't rhyme with Gary, because that's my drumset. Choices, choices everywhere.
And to settle any confusion over the matter, Billy Idol stole his look from Spike. It makes sense. They were both in New York in the late 70s and/or early 80s; they were both punk devotees (can't you totally see Spike and Dru hanging with the Bromley Contingent? no! plot bunnies!); they were both into drugs and leather and music. They would've gotten along so well, and Spike wouldn't have eaten Billy Idol because hey, the kid made good music. There's the little hitch in the theory with Spike being at Woodstock in '69, but he could've just taken some time to tour the good ol' US of A.
W called after dinner and asked if I wanted to come to his house to watch the All-Star Game with a few of the guys. As it turned out, only MB was (a) in town, (b) girlfriend-less, and (c) willing to make the trip to W's house. It was fun anyway, though, since I enjoy spending time with my boys and haven't been able to for a while. We snarked at the Fox commentators--quite possibly the worst ones I've ever seen--and ate onion rings and biscuits and generally had a good time. After the game (which the AL--blah!--won), I walked the few blocks home and came up to finish downloading all the stuff I'm going to need if this computer and I are going to get along. I still need a name for him. Something short, catchy, that doesn't rhyme with Gary, because that's my drumset. Choices, choices everywhere.
