That Wacky Internet!

Previously on “Cerebral Flotsam and Jetsam”:
You may remember me talking about me Arch-nemesis, Darin Murphy. Well it turns out the bass player for the K-Tel Hit Machine stumbled upon my blog and read that entry and the following amusing (to me anyway) email thread ensued:

Mike:
Hello Heath,
just read your entry regarding your arch-nemesis, Darin Murphy. Quite an astute observation. Sure, he’s a talented musician/actor, wonderful father/husband/brother/friend, everyone loves him, blah-blah-blah. He walked into the party like he was walking onto a yacht, his hat strategically dipped below one eye – his scarf…it was apricot. The
world hasn’t seen the dark side………
Darin – broke up The Beatles. And The Bangles.
Darin – while owner of the Texas Rangers, traded Sammy Sosa.
Darin – was on the grassy knoll.
Darin – Invented “New Coke”.
Darin – cancelled “Star Trek”. Twice.
Darin – has stolen my cheeses!
Darin – Knows if you’ve been bad or good.
Darin – thinks Pontius Pilate “wasn’t all that bad”.
Darin – Sends mice from the midwest to Hollywood, telling them they’re “going to be be in pictures”.
Darin – is a helluva-swelluva guy, my best friend, bandmate, and everything I want to be when I grow up. If I grow up.
Mike,
KTEL Hit Machine Bassist, Darin Murphy biographer, email enthusiast.
Merry Christmas from the Elite Cadre clique – see you at next years
convention. It’ll be my first, provided I make it through the
probationary period.
Heath:
LOL…thanks for the reply. I hope my tone came across that it was totally a sarcastic post, and that I really admire and envy him (and all you for that matter) as awesome musicians, and from what I’ve heard from people who know you and on the KLBJ morning show, great people to boot. I’m originally from College Station so I remember hearing the names “Trish and Darin” when they used to play there.
Here’s hoping we all meet up at a jam sometime.
Best wishes to all you evil nemesisesises.
P.S. This is what the alphabet would look like without Q and R.
Darin:
Everything Mike said is true, except I didn’t steal
his cheeses.
I stole his bon-bons.
DM
Heath:
and by the way, when I said sarcastic, what I meant was satirical. Sorry. Brain not quite working right. I have a new one on order. I blame it on being a kind of a bit gobsmacked (and maybe a bit embarrassed) that you all stumbled upon my silly whining disguised as a small attempt at humor.
How interesting it would be to step into your heads and see what impressions you must have of me… heh
Happy holiday-christannukahwanza-festivus to you all, and I wish you all the wildest of success in all your endeavors and may life bring you all you deserve.
…and you’re not fooling me, Murphy. I know you kick koalas.
[here gmail screwed up and included a long list of words and menu options from a spellcheck glitch]
Heath:
umm…and sorry for the weird quote thing in that last email…even my email conspires to make me look the fool by some how “quoting” and including my spell check menu!
[Heston]IT’S A MAAAAAAAADHOUUUUUUUUUUUUSE![/Heston]
Mike:
Hmm….alright then – who has my fucking cheeses? I had them with me at
the last gig.
Heath:
[edited out some stuff that’s probably of no interest to anyone else]
As for your cheeses, check Darin’s secret lair next to the poor kicked koalas.
Mike:
Stealing bon-bons, kicking koalas – I hear he also depreciates
non-taxable items from the previous tax year. The man knows no shame.