Name of the Game (Calling All Freaks)

11 Feb

January & February suck. Everyone’s waxing philosophic and contemplating the meaning of life. Feeling sluggish, fat, and crappy. Levity is in order (as I have said before). So, c’mon…

Now, some background:


Imagine me in a movie, walking down the street in slow motion – the wind is blowing my hair into my eyes and making it stick to my lip gloss, I’m trying to act cool, but I can’t because of the hair. I can barely see. I trip as I pass by a group of skateboarding 14-year-old boys. With me? Good.


Earlier in this movie you observed a vignette of my daily life:  Boss is an asshole. Employees, ditto. Kids are whiny and spoiled. Husband takes me for granted. Everyone is a terrible driver (with the obvious exception). People are painfully, irritatingly, stupid… and, despite constant evidence otherwise, this still seems to amaze me. I am THIS close to just keepin’ on keepin’ on.


But something happens – maybe one disappointment too many, maybe I’m just a bitch… it doesn’t really matter. What matters is that suddenly, and with this song playing in time with my every step, I am ready to kick some ass. You are on my side, of course. My theme song indicates I have chosen to take it or leave it – all of it… to start dishing out my every uncensored thought. You find yourself wondering – “Is she dreaming? Is it fantasy or reality? Is she retarded?”

No matter. What matters is that you love the song. You wish you had claimed it before I did.


When the kids wake up in the morning and try to eff with me, they will hear this song. When the boss tries to bully me into doing the job I’m paid for, this song starts to play. When a giant pick-up truck with Oklahoma plates pulls in front of me out of nowhere, this song plays. When somebody in customer service tries to jack with me… well. Obviously.

And every time it (the song) plays, it starts out kind of quietly, but gets louder (think maximum headphone volume) until something transpires that makes us (me and you) feel better. Like I tell someone off. Or something crazy like that.

“Why drag me into this madness?” you may wonder. Because I love you. And tomorrow when you wake up and have to deal with the daily BS, you will hear this song playing in the background. Our theme song. And you will smile, despite the February of it all.

With that said, please consider the source (me) and, so forewarned, click HERE to listen. or here (if that doesn’t work)

Enjoy, Motha Fucka. (Get ’em up in the back row. I said GET ‘EM UP in the back row).*

*If you don’t listen to the entire song, please disregard.

5 Responses to “Name of the Game (Calling All Freaks)”

  1. Kingham February 11, 2011 at 9:34 pm #

    Great post.

    After five days in Vegas I’ve returned home and this blog is one of the first things I’ve read to help me return to my normal life.

    This song is an amazing representation of my internal soundtrack as well. At least, last night it was…

    About 24 hours ago I was walking in slow motion towards the Eyecandy lounge thinking, “Your namesake is here, bitches” when I realized I wasn’t wearing any pants.

    Nor underwear.

    I had just “Donald Ducked” the Mandalay Bay.

    I about crapped next to the Craps table.

    In a Panic, I “DMX crotchchopped” towards the pit boss, punched a Jersey Shore meatball in the face, and yelled “THIS IS THE ANGLE OF TULSA’S DANGLE!” as I ran out.

    I was escorted across the state line of Nevada at dawn.

  2. (you have no idea who you're dealing with) February 11, 2011 at 10:02 pm #

    G. Damnit. Thank God you’re home.

  3. Paige Tooman February 11, 2011 at 10:32 pm #

    Just reminds me of the lake!!! LOVE IT!

  4. Joanie February 12, 2011 at 1:28 am #

    Nicely done! You do kick some ass…have for many years with NO bull shit accepted!

  5. (you have no idea who you're dealing with) February 12, 2011 at 8:11 pm #

    Thanks Joanie!! And Paige, too… xo

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