:: It is not within me to be silent ::
Semi-regular filthy-minded misogynist rants coupled with philosophical treastises into the nature or gender politics. Though I'm not always right, I'm very rarely wrong.
Friday, October 03, 2003 ::
Just 25 days till I turn 27.Thursday, October 02, 2003 ::
Man, I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired. Every time I go to my dad's house, I drink a lot of beer, eat a lot of food and wake up with sinus problems the next morning. I know it's sinuses because beer is good and good for you. And I never get enough sleep. I can't. Unfortunately, it is not within me to sleep a full night. I also know it wasn't the beer because I didn't drink that much and I sobered up before I went to sleep. If the room isn't spinning when I close my eyes, then I'm sober.
So my friend's wife gave him the go ahead to play the video game championship, in his own words:
I talked with her. I decided to go round to round with the talks but she said cool she just wanted to know for sure if I was going to do it so she can arrange for a friend to pick her up on Saturday to go to the Barbie -Q since if everything goes well we won't make it at the time she wanted to go. She said we better get there early enough to be in the list of people actually competing if she is going to go through the trouble of asking a friend to come get her so we better show up early to Gamestop to ensure that. She was actually going to say some supportive stuff this morning right up until we heard a thunk and her starbucks cup that I had put some juice fell off the top of the car because I forgot about it but secretly she is still supporting me despite that making her mad. So I am going to get NHL 2004 tonight after work.
He is such a dumbass if he thinks she's actually being supportive. It's called mollification people.
Man, I could use a massage. My neck, back and shoulders ache. My dead best friend and I used to give one another massages, in a non-gay way. Yeah. The worst part (currently in the running for number one worst thing about death) is that I have to keep reminding myself that he's dead. You know I watched Smallville, a show that he loved, and then Angel, another show that he loved, and if not for chatting up sweet Marci, I would have been in tears. I just can't seem to enjoy things the way I used to, especially knowing that I can't call him up afterwards to talk about it or laugh about it or make fun of his love of it. And I miss that. And it hurts. But I'm coping. This is one of the reasons I got so drunk last night, to forget about life for a while. It worked.
Okay, that out of the way, tonight I go see a band that has two of my friends, ATMOSTFEAR. Sort of a metal band, but kinda death metal. We'll see how they are, they're playing at the worst club in Michigan, Harpos, where bad people go to die. It's so far in the ghetto that even thugs are afraid to drive by it. Either before or after their show, I'm finally watching Bowling for Columbine. Saturday I'm going to a gay barbeque, hosted by a gay couple with lots of gay people there and hopefully, playing gay games. But that's just my hope, like pin the tail on the tail, bobbing for fun and profit and my favorite, Twister, Sister. This is hosted by a gay man who once fell in love with me. Not that you can blame him, I am all that.
Then Sunday, like the Lord, we rest. Hopefully. I have no plans, but I'll probably end up playing lots of NHL 2004 since my friend is buying it. Or I could go home and watch Requiem for a Dream and the Animatrix.
And sometime this weekend, I'm getting some Indian food. I'm aching for a Samosa, but the one place I used to get them in Hamtramck is closed. HOWEVER, I shall be in the neighborhood of Ferndale where there is a Star of India to check out. I will have my samosa!
:: Paul 4:45:00 PM [+] ::
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Just 26 days until my birthday! I turn 27! God help the world!Tuesday, September 30, 2003 ::
Why are anniversaries so important? Seriously. It's just a day. The reason I bring this up is that a fiend of mine wants to play in this EASports NHL 2004 contest. If you win, you could get tickets to the NHL All Star Game, plus a free trip to it, plus a ton of other stuff. His wife, however, doesn't want him to participate. Here are the reasons:
1. She doesn't like hockey.
2. She doesn't like video games.
3. She doesn't like the idea of him spending money on a hockey video game that he'll play and ignore her.
4. She doesn't think he's good enough. She bitches about him supporting her in even her dumbest endevours, but if he tries anything, she instantly tears him down. She also thinks it's stupid of him to try.
5. She is angry that if he wins, he would take me or his cousin instead of her with him. Though she doesn't like hockey or video games or his passion for them. She makes fun of him for collecting comics and liking things. Constantly.
6. The All Star Game falls on their wedding anniversary or what I like to call "THE DAY I LOST MY BEST FRIEND." This is a big deal to her. Because she loves for him to make a big deal out of it.
7. She's a psychotic controlling bitch.
8. She doesn't want him to be happy
9. She's evil.
10. She doesn't like to be apart from him for more than one day because she's needy. She once took back all of his birthday presents because he didn't call her the morning he was away on a camping trip with us. And so, we've never taken him camping with us again. I'm needy, but she's crazy.
But the big question is, why are anniversaries so important? It's like.. a person in a relationship is saying that they deserves a present for staying with you for this long. Instead of "Hey, this is the day we met and fell in love, don't forget to take out the garbage.", it's "Hey, this is the day we met and fell in love, we need to go out to dinner and dancing and so on and so forth." Spend money on me, because we're still together. Does anyone else find this a bit... materialistic? Greedy? Object-oriented? Or is that just me?
I have never celebrated the anniversary of anything but the days of people's births. Other than that, I don't remember when I met my girlfriends, when we began going out, etcetera, etcetera. It's not a big deal to me. I don't see why it's a big deal to other people. Obviously my friend's wife has more issues than the anniversary, but I just needed to know why so many people consider them such a part of life that they can't imagine not celebrating one. I enjoy marking the time off, like hey, we've been together for a while, cool, but to celebrate it, I do that every day, just kissing and loving and holding and letting you know that you're the most important person in my life. I do this every time we're together. I can't help it. When I'm happy, I let the world know. I don't hold back. So an anniversary is gilding the lilly.
Don't get me wrong. I love birthdays. I think birthdays are the anniversary of the day you were born and that they're a celebration of being alive, which is wonderful and sweet. And they're an acknowledgement of getting a year older, and hopefully, wiser, sweeter and in my case, better looking. But an anniversary... I just don't get it. Someone please explain it to me.
I've been told in no uncertain terms that my attitude is wrong. That I should value the anniversary if I know what's good for me, or worse things will happen. My last LTR, Carrie, didn't celebrate our anniversary. She would remember when we met and all that, and would remark on the day, but like me, she thought it was no big deal. She didn't see any reason to make a hoopla over another day. And some people, like other friends of mine, have to rearrange their lives around their anniversaries to please their wives. Why is it so important to these wives?
And seriously, can't you find something better and smarter to spend money on? I'm not a fan of Bush, I despise and fear Ashcroft, and Cheney bothers me with his greed. But a statue with it's pants on fire? Grow up.
:: Paul 11:50:00 AM [+] ::
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Is anyone else creeped out by animated food? I just saw a cookie commercial and the cookie was having a birthday. It asked "Where's the cake?" And a little animated girl said slyly, "We're not having cake." The poor cookie simply said "Oh." He accepted his fate! Is this what television is teaching our children! Yes, if you are a tasty and delicious morsel to someone else, accept your fate! BE EATEN!Monday, September 29, 2003 ::
I say thee NAY! Were I that cookie, surrounded by the girl and her no doubt cookie ravenous family, I would immediately start with uh.. cookie-ing someone in the face. There's no way I'd accept being eaten. Wasn't that the whole point of the Gingerbread man? He didn't want to be eaten, couldn't people understand! He wasn't a delectable bit of cooked dough, he was a MAN!
I'm sure that for other cookies, death is preferable to getting stale, but not to me. I would be an old stale cookie before I'd let myself be gobbled up. And don't give me that stuff about that being the reason I was made! I accept no destiny made for me by another! My death shall not be in mastication to another!
That said, I'm really excited about the new Outkast album. I'm not a fan of the hip hoppery, nor the rap, though I do own both. Outkast, however, transcends both genres, with a nice addition of a thousand others musical forms. However, with Outkast comes a problem that I've been meaning to blog about. I will address it in my next blog, so this thing doesn't become too long.
Here are some free comics links.
And here is the comic that I'm going to be sending out for Christmas to anyone that asks. If that wasn't too much for you, here is Part 2. It's a PDF file, so you'll have to have Acrobat. It's funnier than hell. However, if it's not your cup of tea, there are many others that I can share, some from my personal collection.
And This is the writer's web page.
Hey Boz, someone found my site using http://www.google.de/ to search for
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This one is for you, if you're friends with a cyber sex machine:
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This one is for guys who like it up close and personal:
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This one is for all of the fine ladies who support family values:
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Oh, and Shanti is the only one who has signed up for the free Paul's comic book day. Need I say this is a FREE SERVICE. My own pocket shall be picked, because I love you all. Except for the men. We're just friends.
:: Paul 9:59:00 PM [+] ::
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Okay, I sat around yesterday watching tv. I hit the grocery store. That's my whole weekend. I did watch Funny face, with Fred Astaire and Audrey Hepburn, and I think I'm in love with Audrey Hepburn. I admit, she does have the body of a teenage boy, but she's also incredibly beautiful and a great actress to boot. And although this movie had absolutely no story, it was still entertaining.
Then I watched Phone Booth, which was a lot better than I thought it would be. I assumed, wrongly, that it would be a very shallow thiller, but it had surprising depth. And Colin Farrell was amazing. He looked seriously sick and scared. It was a good movie. Very speedy, too. I enjoyed it.
And today, I went looking through my enormous comic book collection to find books to send to a soldier in Iraq. Anything to help a fellow fan, so I'm just going to send him about the entire run of Green Lantern by Ron Marz and Darryl Banks. And maybe some other stuff, just odds and ends JLA #1, other stuff. Oh, and Barry Ween Boy Genius: Gorilla Warfare. This book is made for people who don't read comics. When the time comes and Christmas rolls around, I'm buying one for Marci, one for Stacey, maybe one for Rosa, though it might not be her cup of tea. In fact, anyone that's a regular reader, who wants to try comics books for Christmas, email me your address and I will send you this book, no questions asked. It's that good. And that funny.
I will not resell your address to recoup my losses either, this is a free service, because I live to try and get more people to read comics. And seriously, it's like 10.00 or less. If I buy in bulk from my friendly neighborhood shop, who knows, it might be cheaper. And if I can get one person addicted to Barry Ween, and hopefully comic books in general, I've done my job.
I'm also selling a bunch of stuff on Ebay, mostly tradepaperbacks. Just a bunch of stuff i have extras of, so I don't really need them. It's under the name noxturne, if anyone is interested in reading some really good comics and wants to buy them. I highly recommend Transmetropolitan, Authority and Starman.
There is a God, and she loves me.
Oh and:
:: Paul 12:14:00 AM [+] ::
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