Wednesday, November 30, 2005
No. I really get e-mails like this!
Fullname: Random Radio Listener
Email Address: blendedsouls@myway.com
City: Kansas City, MO
Comments: On my way home last night (approx. 5:15pm) I heard the song,
We're All On Drugs by Weezer. It seemed to have a decent beat so I
started paying attention to the words. Surely 96.5 wasn't playing a
song that was FOR drugs? I came home, checked the lyrics on the web and
sure enough. Why are you guys playing a song that's pro drugs to a
group of people, what...13-25y/o? Is this smart? I'm at a loss at to
what the motivation behind playing this song could possibly be.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Punches thrown in shoe section!
Ohhh Christmas time!
Can you feel it? Snow? Crisp air! Ice crunching under your feet! Bells soothingly ring as you make your way through the city.
People pushing. Screaming. Punching. Pulling guns on old women for the latest video game!
This is what Christmas has become? You bet your ass it has.
It started out that way and us PAGANS have finally taken this shit back. We want chaos! We want Oden flying around at night fuck Santa!
We want candy and video games and egg nog with booze in it. We want hot girls dressed like Santa's helpers and gay guys like Jim Neighbors singing songs as flamboyant as he wants to be!
We want to spend Christmas Eve in the drunk tank covered in our own piss and perhaps the urine of another.
We want to be so godless he makes more hurricanes next year!!
While that does sound like a good time. I think we have perhaps got a little tied up in the meaning of Christmas. It isn't about Jesus or Oden. Christians or pagans. X-Box or Play Station.
It is about buying someone a cup of coffee tomorrow.
Holding the door a little longer not just the customary next person through the door.
We should do all these things all year long....But I really need the new x-box by March.
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Generation X....Indifferent?
I stopped by the grocery store tonight. My wife called me and asked me to pick up bread....Who the fuck thought that would ever happen. Who the fuck would think that I didn't even give it a second thought until I just typed it.....Anyway off subject.
As I waiting to pay for the bread I bought and the flowers that I picked up because I hadn't done it in awhile and I thought they looked rather Thankgivingyyieyie....Sorry of subject again. I looked over at the magazine rack. One of the covers (Newsweek I think) had pictures of well known baby-boomers. G.W.. Bill, Hillary etc.. The quote was something along the lines of "Look out boomers turn 60".
I thought about that for a second. Being smack dab in the middle of Gen X I though about who would be on our cover? I also thought about what ours might say..."Oops Gen X is lazy".
It made me think about all of the negative stereotypes that come along with being part of Gen X.
Lazy, self centered, indifferent.
The word indifferent hit me. Is it always bad to be indifferent?
How about race indifferent? I don't like you because of your race. I don't dislike you because of your race. I'm indifferent to your race. I don't give a shit can be a pretty cool thing. Perhaps the boomers could learn a lesson from Gen X. Gay indifferent. Religious indifference sounds better to me as opposed to religious tolerance.
They key to our future just may be a little more indifference.
That which seems the height of absurdity in one generation often becomes the height of wisdom in another. ~Adlai Stevenson
Sunday, November 06, 2005
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! IT IS A SUBURBAN NIGHTMARE!
I never really wanted a house. My goal was never to have a house in the suburbs. Something happened along the way and I now have one.
It is as bad as you would think.
I got a call on my cell phone from the Terminex guy this morning. I would have been pissed because he woke me up @ 9 on a Sunday but I was already awake. I was up early because my neighbors are out with these huge machines that blow air and move leaves around. They are also riding small tractors that cut these leaves and bag them.
I'm having coffee right now looking out my office window thinking....What a fucking nightmare.....
I have piles of leaves in my front and backyard. When I get the urge to do something about it I start to feel queasy and I can hear my Dad behind me telling me I'm doing it wrong.
I fucking hate yard work. I hate fucking yards. Give me a parking garage and decent view of a bridge or a stadium.
The guy next door keeps getting closer and going away. The blower getting louder on each pass closer to my window. Like he is taunting me. I should be doing the same thing. I should have some blow type device that removes these problems from my yard.
Louder
softer
LOUDER
softer
I keep looking out my window. Lucky Strike in one hand. Head held in the other. Ohhh I know I must do something....I must get these leaves out of my yard. I must become motivated.
Now the guy next door is even closer. Perhaps he will do my yard!
Not so lucky. He moves back towards his own home.
How do people do it?
How do you reconcile leaves in your front yard?
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