Monday, January 09, 2006
Happy belated birthday, Elvis!
One of the things I hate about getting old is forgetting things. Yesterday was Elvis' birthday and I forgot the whole thing.
Okay, I know what you are thinking. He's dead, so he probably didn't notice.
Not the point. Here I've taken on half of the man's name (without being married) and I can't even acknowledge his birthday.
On the bright side, this may help deflate the impression that I am a rabid Elvis fan. In fact, my first blog entry back in August 2004 was entitled: I am not a rabid Elvis fan. Go ahead and read it, I'll wait......
Done?. Now you are probably thinking, "Methinks the man doth protest too much." But it's true. Okay, I know I have boxes of Elvis memorabilia in my garage squeezing out our ability to park larger vehicles in there. Let's just consider those misguided investments similar to my purchase of InfoSpace stock.
And I know I have a pretty extensive library of books about Elvis including the biography of his Uncle Vester Presley and Vester's autograph on a 45 rpm recording of Graceland by Paul Simon. This proves nothing (other than OCD when it comes to eBay purchases).
I don't look like Elvis. I don't sing like Elvis. I don't do massive amounts of drugs like Elvis and I don't particularily relate to Elvis. But, I think I understand him
I also shamelessly hung my coat tails on his star when trying to define a niche for me on my own little corner of the Web. Yes I admit taking advantage of Elvis' fame. Of course, I have to get in line with everyone else who pitched their tent in his entourage.
Sad thing is, associating myself with the King of Rock and Roll hasn't really worked. To many, it brands me as a whackjob. To Elvis fans, I am evil for messing with the memory of the King. So chock it all up to the same misguided choices that convinced me it was a good idea to buy seven velvet Elvis paintings.
I'm not bitter, however. Inside, I know the truth. Tim-Elvis is his own, individual self. And dog gone, I'm smart enough, and creative enough to make it on my own without relying on the massive number of searches done for Elvis on a daily basis via Google.
But it would be too much of a hassle to eliminate the Elvis from Tim-Elvis as this point.
And to answer the question I've been asked most: No, I have never been to Graceland.
TCB and happy birthday Elvis.
Posted by Time at 12:39 PM