Friday, January 13, 2006

UP UP DOWN DOWN LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT B A B A START

Music of Choice:
Tori Amos - Jackie's Strength

You ever have one of those days where nothing goes right, but for no particular reason? I'm not talking about coming home after being fired at work to find your wife bangin' the mailman or the Republican down the street that eats Jesus-O's for breakfast and lights up-side down crosses on fire in front of the gay guys house next door and then she tells you your Porsche got done blow'd up because a kid who wanted crack stole it and sold it to a movie studio for drug money so the studio could use it in "The Terminator 3: Blowin' Shit Up"? Yeah, had one of those days today.

No real reason why, but shit just did not go right. Every traffic light was red, every place to eat had a long line, washed my car 5 minutes before it rained, sick shit like that. But the weekend is here so I thought I would point out some interesting reads. As you know, Rolling Stone is one of my favorite sources for slightly Liberal information, but not for the content. I read it for the authors who contribute stories, and the way they write, such as Matt Taibbi. I have mentioned him before, and will probably continue to do so. In the December 1st issue he wrote and article titled "The End Of The World, Part 3", and it is a sad tale about the Kashmiri Mountains, where a massive earthquake killed over 73,000 people at the time it was written, and that was over a month ago.

Its sad really when you think about it, I had never heard of the earthquake until I read the article. Hell, I only knew about the Tsunami last year because I was stuck at JFK on my way to Paris to celebrate New Years. It's not necessarily my fault, well it is and it isn't. Apparently there was a big dispute about whether it is damnation to say "Happy Holidays" instead of "Merry Christmas", but the Muslims don't care either way from what I here. Anyway, it's a good read and I learned a lot about a place I never knew existed. Fabulous.

I get to play Wingman tonight, which is always not fun. but whatever. I get a free pitcher of beer out of it, and I get to play darts. I like darts. So goodbye to romance for the evening, and remember, if you see a drunk dude singing bad punk rock karaoke, give him a little lovin', it just could me your huggin'.
-B

"Feeling old by 21, never thought my day would come"

1 comment:

Michelle said...

Come to the WC this coming weekend. I promise you won't have to play Wingman and I'll be the designated driver for you and David. And I promise not to be too lovey with my boy whule you're here. Miss you, because, you know, you're my cool bro and all.