Cookin Soul - Hung Up On My Baby (Issac Hayes Tribute) Before you click on the pic to the right, let me tell you that I worked for the man being honored and he was in fact a great boss. I'd have to agree with many of the comments being made about him.
I'll also tell you that Peep My Words fam A. Kushner is good dude, currently doing big things out in Taiwan. Start reading at the bottom of the wall posts and work your way up....Kush makes a small mistake.
Yesterday I was sitting at starbucks doing, you know, the usual: studying, pretending to study, and eye humping everything that doesn't look like a case book, horn book, or licensing agreement (yes that includes things like coffee, women, chairs, etc.) Anyways at some point a rotund man walked in with a few female escorts. It took me a few minutes, but i figured out why he looked familiar. it's because I watched his show for like 8 hours on the day before thanksgiving. I'll admit that i was kinda excited to see him, but definitely not as excited as a few random others. Several people walking past the starbucks knocked on the windows and mouthed that they loved him. A few of these people actually came inside and got an autograph and a photo.
First of all, I don't understand approaching celebrities just to say hi or to request an autograph, especially this dude. Often times the "hi's" and "hello's" are interrupting. Do you really want this person that you clearly like to think that you're an obnoxious and rude idiot who bothers people? Is it that important that a person on tv (or in the movies) says hello back to you? Secondly, an autograph? Really? You really want someone to write their name on a napkin or a piece of paper? What is this proof of, other that you may have said hello to said celebrity? Jesus christ why would anyone else care or need proof that you ran into a famous person?
(Tangent thought, I would hate being a famous person. It's probably nice getting a table with no wait, but I bet its worst thing in the world to try to eat at that table and be constantly interrupted.)
That being said, I did want to ask him a question about this fruit called the durian. It supposedly tastes like ass and heaven at the same time. Also in several countries its illegal to take into hotels and public transportation because the stench is so formidable. I wanted to ask him because he has a tried a ton of gross shit, but he wasn't able to stomach this fruit. Anyways, i didn't have a chance to approach him because i didn't want to interrupt. You can call me polite or a pussy, but at least you can't call me a douchebag.
Note: This and the previous post went on the site at pretty much exactly the same time, with no convo between the two posters. A Peep My first I believe.
