Woe is Miko and the Orientation of Tomorrow.

Yes, you read correctly 'Woe is Miko'. I was watching Roadhouse for the one thousandth, seven-hundred and seventy first time last night and a preview for some soon to come thriller and thought, "What ever happened to that creepy kid from The Pet Semetery?" (I think that's the way it's listed) I never even knew his name, so I googled and searched and there it was Miko John Hughes, yes son of John Hughes. I'd always thought that he must have been about thirty-something by now. Nope. Miko Hughes is 23, uh huh, that creepy kid is now a creepy man. Well, I'm not entirely sure about the creepy part however his Myspace and Blog on this very site (Woeismiko) is headed by a picture of what I can only assume is a 19 to 21 year old Miko with his tongue trapped between a very large pair of sharp scissors, by his own hand no less. I didn't take the time to sift through all of his postings but those that I did indicate two things- 1) He's a Libertarian, oh how shocking! Not really, it's actually quite fitting. Young ex-hollywood-er has deep thoughts and knows best, typical. Now, for those out there who suspect that I might be insulting Hughes, this is not so. Afterall he hasn't fallen drunken out of a cab or made a (Oh God, why are they airing this at all) made for T.V. movie or given a poor performance. It's just that, from what I could discern from his eventually abandoned blogs, he seems to feel that he is quite interesting. This is all at once intriguing and repulsive. Intriguing because we all believe that we are interesting and anyone with the berries to say so as emphatically as he must be, right? Repulsive because well, no one likes a boastfulbilly, ha. 2) He's normal. Just like me and you, out here blogging because we think "Somewhere, somehow, someone loves to read about my life because theirs is so like and altogether unlike mine. The magic in this is that from what I read the blogs were written truly to be read and taken in to let sit in the mind where as these days celebrity blogs and I use the term (celebrity) loosely are just semi-personalized press releases.

Okay, that was just the result of one of my many ponderings. Perhaps next time we'll find out "What ever happened to James Avery?". No, I'm kidding. Nobody cares. Just kidding, perhaps the better question is where is Obama taking America and are we there yet?

As noted in the title, my orientation for my new yob is tomorrow. A little antsy, on the whole I'd say I'm ready to get back to work but there is a part of me that will miss all of the nothing that there is to be done. At least this way I'll probably be more apt to workout, gotta get this resting heart rate lower. The real beast to tackle is the post exercise resting heart rate. Here I go again on my own, driving down the only road I've ever known...like a twister I was born to walk ...