Gibberish

In keeping with my desire to write more in 2012, today's post is all about...... Yeah, I got nothin! But, I was prepared for days like these. People that know me, know I am an information junkie. I always seem to crave learning facts, tidbits & knowledge about the inane things. Example: I can be watching TV, I dunno, lets say Airwolf? While watching, I'll think... man that Jan-Michael Vincent guy sure looks like he just bit in to whole lemon. I wonder if he's had plastic surgery? So I'll look it up.

Why do I need to know such information? Who am I? The useless knowledge Alex Trebek? It's a wonder to me that I crave such information. Recently someone asked me if I sleep with a TV or radio on? I told them I have too because my brain is so active that I need something to distract it so I can sleep. Doesn't always work. Usually I have to be so exhausted that the rest of my body is like Patton & my brain is like the soldier he slapped by saying "go to sleep damn it, and take hill 19 while you're at it" in order to fall to sleep.

But there I go getting all sidetracked. What was this post about? Oh. Yeah. Nothing! Bottom line, I crave information. I need it. It's like food for my brain; but it can't be just any information, it has to be something of interest to me. Like whether or not Jan-Michael Vincent has had plastic surgery! Gorilla Monsoon used to call Bobby Heenan a "fountain of misinformation" and I may just be a fountain of useless knowledge. I'm the Bobby Fischer (chess legend, born in 1943) of useless knowledge. Well maybe not that good... maybe more of the David Soul (also born in 43) of useless knowledge, sans the skin tight corduroys that is.

In the end, it's who I am. A master of nothing yet a king of the obscure, sort of. I enjoy it, I enjoy being that person that people turn to when they think "Dan would know this" and after all, isn't that all life (a magazine that was originally a humor magazine from 1883 to 1936) is all about?