Christopher Walken

Seriously?

You need to check out Christopher Walken's Twitter feed.

Now, I do not Twitter. I never intend to Twitter. And I think Twitter is just the littlest bit silly.

However, when one of my blogs (am I the pot or the kettle?) published this update, I wandered over to see what other things he had to say.

"There's a kid on a Pogo stick in front of my house. It's nearly midnight so let's assume he's been drinking. This should end well for him."

Freaking hilarious. I want Christopher Walken for my best friend.

Someone commended me for being "approachable." Okay. The truth is that I'm easily distracted and don't notice people touching me right away.

I've added the RSS feed to my blog reader. Like dialing up to the internet with a rotary phone in terms of anachronism, I think.

OK, one more:

Someone asked where the horses came from in Manhattan. It seemed like an odd question. You could see the bridge clearly from where we were.

It's like someone captured my brother David's holistic comedy in words.