it begins ....

_____ idol

Oh yeah that’s right!

Tune in to the caverns and valleys (cause I’m singing it with as much bravado as I can muster)…. My ho ho holidays have officially begun!

The last month has been filled with a plethora of happenings and supreme un-happening-not-coolness which might have resulted in bee bop’s early admission into electronic eternity. The evidence for his early need for atonement is inconclusive but I frown upon the suspicious timing in which it all took place. Needless to say he squeaked, sizzled, and vibrated with perfect harmony all the way to the pearly gates. I wonder what/who was in charge of ushering and recycle bin restoring the streams of data that flock there.

On the subject of pearly gates, I was called into uni last week to sit on a panel interviewing prospective students for admittance into the architecture degree. It felt weird sitting on the other end of the table; reminiscing some time ago … folio in hand, best Sunday’s on and nervous grin after consuming copious amounts of butterflies for breakfast. By the expression on the faces of the candidates which surmounted to relief on my part, someone/everyone had beaten me to that morphing delicacy. Questions posed were of a casual nature, as we were more interested in the candidate’s ability to hold his own. There was a chap however when asked what he did in his spare time proceeded to stand up, and with gusto proclaiming that he was Mr. Liquid. (We)Bemused and as inquisitive as a cat, (he) then started to dance…. Yes your eyes didn’t; lie… D-A-N-C-E. Of course I then provided him with my own ca-palang version of beat box'n. The routine was a1 topside; filled with water like movement. By the end of it there was liquid everywhere. 1. from his rhythmic movements and 2. from my drained and then parched lips, definitely putting the spin on “two liquids do not make a moat”.

Crossing the drawbridge was not an easy task for me and the contestants. As the panel had to be gender balanced, (and I’m sure Mr.Pythagoras would have something to say about this) it strangely felt like we were on the set of __(insert country name here)___ idol.

That being the case I propose that I was Randy and liquid man was William Hung incarnate. She bangs she bangs oh b-e-h-b-a-b-y.

word up dawg touchdown?