Ohmaalord. Yahoo! is pimpin' my party

Folks, be careful what you post online. It might just end up on Yahoo!.

I was surfing along and totally wiped out when I saw myself, all champagned-up, acting like fool in the Yahoo! New Year's Eve section.

Then I choked on my Odwalla pumpkin protein drink when I found even more pics of my glitteratied rear, promoting other holiday events (at restaurants and hotels where I've had, or attended, parties).

"Seriously, KAC (yes, lots of people do call me 'KAC' IRL), what were you thinking?" my friend Dano* asked.

"Geesh, I guess I was thinking that IndeBleu's Tantra Lounge is a fun place to party?" I said in a not-so-smooth answer to his interrogation. But coming from a guy who used to go by Dano Diamond*, and wear blingin' ice around his neck, I didn't feel like I owed a real explanation.

"Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne ?"

Well, one thing I was definitely not thinking about was the possibility that Yahoo! would pimp my ass out one year later in the name of holiday ad revenue via page views.

Pfft.

While we are on the big '007 topic ... what's your resolution?

Mine is ... never drink ... ever again. And if I do, I'll try to gracefully duck when I sense a camera flash coming.

*Names have been changed to protect the guilty.

My 32MB Memory Schtick

OK. I remember being at FLY. But I don't remember this guy.

And I sure don't remember kissing anyone on the cheek while James took pix. I mean, if someone had asked me to identify the man in this picture before I'd seen this snapshot I woulda said, "I've never seen this man before in my life."

That, my friends, is the definition of what I like to call flash memory. Easily erased, hard to trace. Yep, the only difference between me and Fujifilm's blogger-friendly Z5fd is that you can permanently erase incriminating pix from the Z5fd by pressing a little button ... however, for me, it takes a couple of digicam flashes and a stiff Red Bull-Grey Goose to zap my memory card, but the pics remain ... and sometimes they pop up in the strangest cybergalactic spots.

You know, I always thought it was kinda odd, but maybe that's why so many club culture clubbers go MIB and wear their sunglasses at night.