Not Dropping It

The actions of others once again call upon me to call upon those bothering to read this to take my word for stuff. At some point I plan to create a listing of those things which do serve as evidence of my “secret” importance – at this time such proof is scattered here and there amongst various postings at various sites, sites where the date of posting cannot be tampered with. Even in those numerous instances the reader is required to put a few things together in order to see the proof, but at least those with intelligence can thereby find proof, and not depend on trusting in my word. I’m not sure when I will get around to listing these things, so for now I will limit myself to suggesting that you look at all of my “Monk” clips on YouTube (where I am Zoomsteinhoff). The implication of these clips, when taken cumulatively, should be unmistakable for an intelligent person: I am important in relation to the show, “Monk”. Again, this is but one of numerous high profile show biz “matters” where I am of “secret” importance. I am also “secretly” important in relation to McCartney, Lennon, Spielberg, SNL, etc., and have provided what should serve as proof to an intelligent person.

Nevertheless, for this blog I once again refuse to gear myself only towards the lowest common denominators among us by talking about the weather, and will instead present information for the benefit of those who have already concluded that I am both truthful and know what I’m talking about.

An undocumented event occurred on the afternoon of Wednesday, July 8th: I threw a key to someone, who failed to catch it, we agreed that we would try it again, again the other person failed to catch it (and yet it was an easy throw, I swear this to you). This occurred at my workplace. Another person at my workplace, someone with whom I work on a daily basis more or less, is a friend of Larry King’s. She has a photo of herself talking to Larry King at a party last Christmas Eve. You have not seen this photo, there is no proof to provide you with that this photo exists (as I am not inclined to request the photo for posting – besides, I would then have to document that the other person in the photo is my co-worker, that the photo is genuine – it would be nearly impossible to convince the skeptic), so, I have no proof of what I say here, you must simply take my word. That very night on Conan O’Brien, Larry King was the guest. Prior to his appearance, Andy threw a coffee cup to Conan, Conan failed to catch it. They agreed to try it again, again Conan failed to catch it (and yet it was an easy throw, I swear to you – it almost looked as if Conan was batting the cup down). You could verify this if you saw the show. I am not providing a clip here, as I can’t prove that the other game of catch took place anyway, so it hardly seems worth it, right? You are left having to take my word. Related to this is the fact that this was Conan’s first week of new shows following a week off preceded by a week in which his Cameron Diaz interview included things for my benefit, proven when put alongside a continuation of the references to the same things said for my benefit when Diaz appeared on “Real Time With Bill Maher”. I was able to point to a 2008 posting on another site that proved the inside-references by Cameron Diaz. As for these blogs, in and of themselves they offer no proof of when I say what, as the date of publication can be tampered with (as I’ve mentioned before, I could return to today’s blog in 2012 and add the name of the winner of the 2012 presidential election, and the date of the blog posting would still be 2009). Of course, if you read and or print my blogs on the date I publish them, you would be able to testify as to when I actually said what – but like that’ll happen.

Conan went on to reference other things in relation to me on Thursday’s (7/9/09) and Friday’s shows, but it gets very involved, and so I only have the strength to go into one of them. Let’s see, for this reference I would have to begin with the fact that, as someone “secretly” important in relation to Spielberg and McCartney, I am tracked when I drive somewhere. If you liken my role in this world to that of an Iowa bank teller, this will sound strange. If you liken my role as someone with serious influence on things that shape the way the world digests major things, maybe you’re intelligent enough to appreciate my observing to you that tracking technology is used on me.

And I go further, if you can follow me. There are databases that record this information, so that if I bought a few Knightsbridge turtlenecks seven years ago at a particular Target, and Knightsbridge is where George Harrison surfaces in the database, it being that his Handmade Films (me being an influence on their "Time Bandits") is in Knightsbridge, London, this might be in the database somewhere. So if on Saturday, July 4th I returned to that Target after seven years and bought a plastic turtle, it would very possibly happen that the store clerk would give me as change a dollar bill on which someone had handwritten, www.wheresgeorge.com. It would also very possibly happen that Conan O’Brien, on his Friday July 10th show, would sing a song to and about plastic turtles.

My suggestion is that, though coincidences do happen, things buried more than a million miles below the surface are not off the table in my world. In fact, there are those who prefer finding the paths by which such things can be put on the table, rather than focusing only on the latest weather report. You already know how databases and search engines work, you’re just a stranger to how things unfold where billionaires and billion-dollar interests are concerned (e.g., I’m the one who created NBC’s “My Name Is Earl”, yet never received credit and won’t shut up about it). I imagine some arguing that just because I associate Knightsbridge with George Harrison, how would someone making a database have learned this; arguing that on the 4th of July there are two other Georges that would first suggest themselves in the mind of the average Joe. It might get very tedious for me to familiarize you with what one such as myself has come to expect. At this point, I cannot say just how tedious certain people might want things to be.