I have often enjoyed watching the chicanery of the "Bar" scene. Watching dopey, currently under employed I.T. professionals try and outwit the legions of fake titted & fake tanned bar stars, (and their muscle bound, mathematically challenged Alpha male counterparts.) in a hopeless quest to knock boots. There should be a television documentary about it. You know the kind, hosted by some stuffy British Sociologist. We need to get to the root of this mindless skronk fest.
Before I met my wife, I used to frequent these social backwaters, mostly to fuel my smug, self serving sense of humor. It’s a fun game to watch. Esp. When you get to hear the lies we tell one another. My favorite lie, is this... "I love you like a friend..." followed quickly by, "you’re like a brother / sister to me."
This is plain old fashioned dishonesty. Just tell the truth. If you ever hear someone say that kinda crap at a bar, you should call them on it. Do what I did. "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to over hear you, but I have to ask, why are you lying to him? He seems like a big boy, I bet he could handle the truth. He might even respect you more for it." The guy nodded in agreement.
"This whole dating thing could go a whole lot more smoothly if we played it a little more honestly!!!"
He nodded again. She just looked at me like I killed her puppy... and started to sputter.
I have to admit, I’m no angel, and I’ve said and done my fair share of doozeys on people. (but, usually when provoked...)
I remember once, after being set up on a blind date by an acquaintance, I wound up going to a "new" country bar. It’s was a fairly typical meat (sp) market. It had all the trimmings, The Big voice DJ, The watered down Budweiser, and the crappy cowboy theme. I knew things weren’t going well (mostly due to my loathing of Country music. To me It sounds like someone swinging a cat, and wallowing in it’s misery.)
But I digress, The date (as such) went horribly, yet brilliantly wrong. This little Bar starlet, decided to tell me about her perfect mate. (Here is where the shit really hit the fan.)
Starlet: "Um... yeah so like, I wanna guy who drives a sport utility vehicle."
Me: "Why? What’s wrong just having a car?"
Starlet: "Cause it means he makes a lot of money... like a doctor, or something... and he needs to own a big house..."
Me: "I see... so it’s about the money?"
Starlet: " No... well kinda I guess... Does that sound bad?"
Me: "Does it sound bad to you?"
Starlet: "No...What do you do anyway?"
Me: "I perform therapeutic abortions..."
Starlet: "WHAT?"
Me: "Yeah, so if you or any of your other shallow, ignorant, idiot friends ever needs a discount..."
SLAP!!!
Me: As she walked away, "You are the most shallow, morally vacant person I have ever met!!! It makes me sad to think that there are actually people like you out there. God forbid you look for a compatible mate. Gold Digger !!! Get used to disappointment!!!"
Starlet: Turns back toward me, "Fuck you!!!"
I have never felt more libertated that I did at that exact moment. I realized there was nothing for me in that type of environment.
Every now and then, when I wind up having to go to a bar like that, (for a birthday party, or a work function...) I like to spot the people there who are in the same boat as I am. The people watchers. They seem to know the lay of the land. It’s a small group, but a wise one.
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Thursday, September 30, 2004
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
09/29/04 The things that make no sense...
I'm having a good day. I slept late, and I think it did me some good, but I still feel tired. I'd kill to feel dynamic again. Sometimes I think I'd be happier if I worked at Starbucks, or some other Job where I had no authority, but that feeling passes quickly.
Maybe I should swing a hammer for a living. I read an article once, that suggested people that worked hard labour jobs tend to be happier. I'm not sure if I believe it, but it's arguement did sound plausable.
Work is busy, but is humming along nicely. I like the sound of the call centre when it's buzzing. It feels productive. Almost like a bee hive. There are a bunch of wackos here. I like them... well, most of them. Some of them push my buttons. I think they do it deliberately, just to see how I'll react.
For the first time in a long time, I'm feeling confused. This too shall likely pass soon.
I'd kill for a cheese burger right now, but I'm trying to be good, and not shovel crap into my body. It's hard. I love cheese burgers, but I want to be healthier. I guess I just need to suck it up. Hopefully I'll get that nicotene demon of my back soon too! I guess I'm just as resistant to change as everybody else. Who knew?
more to come
Maybe I should swing a hammer for a living. I read an article once, that suggested people that worked hard labour jobs tend to be happier. I'm not sure if I believe it, but it's arguement did sound plausable.
Work is busy, but is humming along nicely. I like the sound of the call centre when it's buzzing. It feels productive. Almost like a bee hive. There are a bunch of wackos here. I like them... well, most of them. Some of them push my buttons. I think they do it deliberately, just to see how I'll react.
For the first time in a long time, I'm feeling confused. This too shall likely pass soon.
I'd kill for a cheese burger right now, but I'm trying to be good, and not shovel crap into my body. It's hard. I love cheese burgers, but I want to be healthier. I guess I just need to suck it up. Hopefully I'll get that nicotene demon of my back soon too! I guess I'm just as resistant to change as everybody else. Who knew?
more to come
09/29/04 Mediocre shows and People who talk to themselves...
It's late... Again!!!... Above my apartment, it sounds like someone is stomping around with castanets. My neighbours are weird. Very weird, Some might say spooky. At least they are better than the idiots that used to throw keggers all the time, and hurl their biscuts over the balcony. And Castanets win hands down over the neighbour that plays Pat Benatar's "Hit me with you best shot" at 7:30am... Every Morning at 7:30am!!!
The show was okay tonight. The new stuff did well, 3 for 4 jokes. Not too shabby I must say.
I went for coffee with Brett, before he bails for Toronto, (I will miss him greatly.) While we were sitting there, a woman came in. She was completely schizophrenic. She was listening to some sort of rap in her walkman, and snarling like she was speaking in tounges.
It was hard to ignore. It was this syncopated gibberish, that had a lyrical tone to it. I found it fascinating. This poor wretched woman, twitching and belting out this song of oddity. Brilliantly sad.
I couldn't look at her. I'm not sure why.
Well it's time for bed.
End of transmission
The show was okay tonight. The new stuff did well, 3 for 4 jokes. Not too shabby I must say.
I went for coffee with Brett, before he bails for Toronto, (I will miss him greatly.) While we were sitting there, a woman came in. She was completely schizophrenic. She was listening to some sort of rap in her walkman, and snarling like she was speaking in tounges.
It was hard to ignore. It was this syncopated gibberish, that had a lyrical tone to it. I found it fascinating. This poor wretched woman, twitching and belting out this song of oddity. Brilliantly sad.
I couldn't look at her. I'm not sure why.
Well it's time for bed.
End of transmission
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
09/28/04 I've got a guest spot and I'm not afraid to use it...
I'm going to Yuks tonight, armed with a battery of new jokes. I can't wait... I feel like a kid at Christmas. I've tried 2 of them once before, but I've had time to mull them over and tinker. Muahahahahahha... My act is getting darker again, and it feels great.
09/28/04 Nazi Dating Service... LIke the world isn't full of the inbred and lazy already...
I was surfing around, when I tripped over the Aryan Singles page. This is a website dedicated to helping Klanspersons, Nazis, Aryan Nations types and assorted Skinhead fuckwits to find dates.
Now I realize that every human on earth has needs from time to time, but this is a bit silly. But then again to keep the "white" race pure, you need to make sure the gene pool is nice and shallow. Mind you, I guess it would be hard to pick up chicks on MSN or AOL with an AD like this:
“SWMN (single white male nazi) Seeks that special racially pure someone... Do you like moon light walks? Family Cross Burnings, and hate Ethnic minorities? Have you always thought the jews were up to no good? Then I’m the Skinhead for you. Must share “Christian” Values and be family minded. No fat chicks!!! Email me at Jewhaterforjesus@deathtozog.com”
It brings a tear to my eye, (and my sides are splitting...) Imagine all those lonely Klansmen out there hating in the name of Jesus. Who will be barefoot and pregnant in the double wide, grunting out little white crackers? Who will fetch some vittles for their Aryan Nations sugar daddy, esp after a hard day of lynchin’.
Let's face it. keeping the negro down is hard work. You need someone who understands, and is there with your slippers, and a little back rub.
I guess I was just raised differently, but I don't understand this whole White Power nonsense. The notion that my race is better than any other is insane. It also seems rather hokey. The thought of getting dressed up in a Nazi uniform complete with all the goofy little insignias, to celebrate one's race by marching with a police escort, would be like taking a hooker to the Lilith Fair. Completely out of touch with reality.
Then again, one need only look at where all this comes from. The David Dukes of the world need to have someone to blame. "It's the jews that have destroyed our education system,and control all the banks... (sound familiar? Surely it's not Republican party, of which Duke is a member...) The blacks are responsible for all the violent crime in our socitey (not the hillbillies that lynch, and rape and destroy property, nor the unwise tax cuts that have derailed the American economy, while making it easier for the white man, and just a little harder for the brown skinned man...) and Immigrants take all our jobs... (Immigration policy dictates that ecomonic immigrants have to start new business, and most do!!!)
These people don't realize it's their own hatred and ignorance, that's actually killing them and their way of life. Unfortunately, all it really is, is fear. Fear of change, and the inability to adapt.
end of transmission
Now I realize that every human on earth has needs from time to time, but this is a bit silly. But then again to keep the "white" race pure, you need to make sure the gene pool is nice and shallow. Mind you, I guess it would be hard to pick up chicks on MSN or AOL with an AD like this:
“SWMN (single white male nazi) Seeks that special racially pure someone... Do you like moon light walks? Family Cross Burnings, and hate Ethnic minorities? Have you always thought the jews were up to no good? Then I’m the Skinhead for you. Must share “Christian” Values and be family minded. No fat chicks!!! Email me at Jewhaterforjesus@deathtozog.com”
It brings a tear to my eye, (and my sides are splitting...) Imagine all those lonely Klansmen out there hating in the name of Jesus. Who will be barefoot and pregnant in the double wide, grunting out little white crackers? Who will fetch some vittles for their Aryan Nations sugar daddy, esp after a hard day of lynchin’.
Let's face it. keeping the negro down is hard work. You need someone who understands, and is there with your slippers, and a little back rub.
I guess I was just raised differently, but I don't understand this whole White Power nonsense. The notion that my race is better than any other is insane. It also seems rather hokey. The thought of getting dressed up in a Nazi uniform complete with all the goofy little insignias, to celebrate one's race by marching with a police escort, would be like taking a hooker to the Lilith Fair. Completely out of touch with reality.
Then again, one need only look at where all this comes from. The David Dukes of the world need to have someone to blame. "It's the jews that have destroyed our education system,and control all the banks... (sound familiar? Surely it's not Republican party, of which Duke is a member...) The blacks are responsible for all the violent crime in our socitey (not the hillbillies that lynch, and rape and destroy property, nor the unwise tax cuts that have derailed the American economy, while making it easier for the white man, and just a little harder for the brown skinned man...) and Immigrants take all our jobs... (Immigration policy dictates that ecomonic immigrants have to start new business, and most do!!!)
These people don't realize it's their own hatred and ignorance, that's actually killing them and their way of life. Unfortunately, all it really is, is fear. Fear of change, and the inability to adapt.
end of transmission
Monday, September 27, 2004
09/27/04 OF all the world's evils...
The saddest thing in the world is that the next statement is true. George Bush will win the next election. I hate it, you hate it, but it's true. John Kerry is a flake. A flakey flake flake. The flakiest flake that ever flaked a flake.
We are overwhelmed by the mixed messages. There is a myth that the media is Liberal. Nothing could be further from the truth. The media is big business, and big business loves Dubya. That is a concrete fact. Nothing (sadly) Michael Moore can do or say will change that fact. (And he knows it too, because that's why he targets us. The average schmo.)
The big problem is that the left doesn't know how to fight on Dubya's terms. They (republicans) don't fight fair. And worse still, they have done a brilliant job at fracturing the left. We are so busy infighting, that we can't do a credible job fending them off. They have twisted language to a point where Liberal might as well mean Pinko, or Commie. They have convinced 50 percent of the entire population of the United States that Democrat means Liberal, and Liberal means Government and taxes and worst of all Clinton. (who really was about as conservative as it gets.)
We bicker, and they remain steady in the polls. What does that tell you. SAD!!!
We are overwhelmed by the mixed messages. There is a myth that the media is Liberal. Nothing could be further from the truth. The media is big business, and big business loves Dubya. That is a concrete fact. Nothing (sadly) Michael Moore can do or say will change that fact. (And he knows it too, because that's why he targets us. The average schmo.)
The big problem is that the left doesn't know how to fight on Dubya's terms. They (republicans) don't fight fair. And worse still, they have done a brilliant job at fracturing the left. We are so busy infighting, that we can't do a credible job fending them off. They have twisted language to a point where Liberal might as well mean Pinko, or Commie. They have convinced 50 percent of the entire population of the United States that Democrat means Liberal, and Liberal means Government and taxes and worst of all Clinton. (who really was about as conservative as it gets.)
We bicker, and they remain steady in the polls. What does that tell you. SAD!!!
Sunday, September 26, 2004
Gary Busey
Gary Busey
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
Never mind Bush or Kerry, Gary Busey should become the President of the United States. That would be brilliant. Imagine that kind of chaos!!! What terrorist would dare mess with Gary Busey? But he needs a good running mate. Perhaps Christopher Walken?
Busey / Walken in 2008!!! on the independent ticket.
President Busey... that has a nice ring to it... Hail to the chief!!!
09/26/04 Gary Busey is everywhere...
Last night was the strangest television experience I have ever had. On three different channels there was a Gary Busey movie. Then, when I flipped to The Comedy channel, "I'm with Busey" was on. It was truly strange.
I have to say, "I'm with Busey" is fantastic stuff. The kid who came up with this idea, hit the jackpot. Busey is insane. There are no ifs ands or Buts, he's a complete loon. Last night they were on the hunt to find aliens and replilcants. Watching Busey sniff some guy's head to try and figure out if he was a "replicant" was soooo funny. That guy is seriously fucked.
This has become my new favorite show.
I have to say, "I'm with Busey" is fantastic stuff. The kid who came up with this idea, hit the jackpot. Busey is insane. There are no ifs ands or Buts, he's a complete loon. Last night they were on the hunt to find aliens and replilcants. Watching Busey sniff some guy's head to try and figure out if he was a "replicant" was soooo funny. That guy is seriously fucked.
This has become my new favorite show.
09/26/04 Sunday Mayhem...
Well, so far today, I have had 4 people cancel, and 5 people call to say they are going to be late. What is going on today? This is highly irregular! It strikes me that there needs to be a bit of a shake up around here. I'm not impressed.
I slept well, but not long enough. When I left, Erin was still conked out cold. She's funny when she decided to sleep in. She was so groggy. I kissed her, and she just kinda muttered, "HaVe a GoOd Day" and then rolled over. I think she needs a new job. At least that way she won't be wasted tired all the time.
I think I need a new job too.
I slept well, but not long enough. When I left, Erin was still conked out cold. She's funny when she decided to sleep in. She was so groggy. I kissed her, and she just kinda muttered, "HaVe a GoOd Day" and then rolled over. I think she needs a new job. At least that way she won't be wasted tired all the time.
I think I need a new job too.
XwingNavy
XwingNavy
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
I thought this was kinda funny. I, like so many people, love Star Wars.
ME
ME
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
See the black rings around my eyes. They never seem to go away.
09/26/04 It's late and I should be sleeping...
Damn, I really wish I slept better. It's nice and quiet right now. You can hear a pin drop in the apartment. The only noise, aside for me typing, is the sound of the fridge, humming along.
I have to work tomorrow. Work on a Sunday. I really hate that. Such is the nature of the day job. Most of the time I kinda like my job. Not on Sundays!
I hope the shift is uneventful. Apparently today had some bumps. Thankfully I wasn't there. Too much stress. I should sleep. I think I'll crawl into the arms of my beloved. God I love her. She seems to make sense of so many things.
Earlier, I was feeling kinda crabby, and She called me on it. I tried to get a good bicker on the go, But she was having none of it. She knows me well.
Well, off to bed, maybe my eyes will stay closed for a while.
End of Transmission.
I have to work tomorrow. Work on a Sunday. I really hate that. Such is the nature of the day job. Most of the time I kinda like my job. Not on Sundays!
I hope the shift is uneventful. Apparently today had some bumps. Thankfully I wasn't there. Too much stress. I should sleep. I think I'll crawl into the arms of my beloved. God I love her. She seems to make sense of so many things.
Earlier, I was feeling kinda crabby, and She called me on it. I tried to get a good bicker on the go, But she was having none of it. She knows me well.
Well, off to bed, maybe my eyes will stay closed for a while.
End of Transmission.
Saturday, September 25, 2004
On the Beach
DSC02095.JPG
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
This was taken the day My friends Emerson and Robin got married. It was freezing, and then it started to rain. By the time the reception rolled around I had a cold. It was fun though...
torture
torture
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
Sorry, I couldn't resist posting one more. This one is funny cause it's true!!!
dissent
dissent
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
I really think it's great that people are making new propagada posters. Tounge and cheek? Yes, True? A resounding Yes!!!
stream
stream
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
I found these pictures of Joe Strummer. it looks like they came from a contact sheet. They have an average schmo quality about them. I thought I'd post them.
09/25/04 Wide awake in Calgary... OR... Trying to Type With Dirty Glasses...
It's 1:10 am here. I have been recovering from one Satanic migrane. It felt like a winged monkey was purched on my shoulder, howling and shrieking in my ear all day. It's taking longer and longer for the anti migrane drugs to work. I guess I have built up a tolerance to them. Anyway, I feel better (ish) and decided to try and write for awhile.
I'm listening to one of my favorite CD's of all time. Talking Heads - "Stop Making Sense" For some reason this album is quite soothing to me. Between that and London Calling by The Clash (not to forget Husker Du's Candy Apple Grey,) I think my youth was defined. We had the best parties, listening to records, and sneaking out for beer (with fake ID) and making out in the basement with the lights out. It was a more simple time.
I used to love the all ages shows. I played in a couple of Punk bands (Okay... more like loosely affiliated friends than bands...) It always sounded more like we all syncronized our watches and went into different rooms. That didn't matter though. It was all still brilliant fun. Sometimes I wish I had a time machine, just to go back for a minute, just to peek.
My life is great. I'm happy as a clam, but I miss that innocence. It's kinda funny looking back at it. So many raw emotions running wild. It's a little cartoonish I guess, but It used to make me feel like Superman. Sooo much shit that came out of my mouth. Not that I was alone there. I remember how I and my group of friends would spout the most intense absolute rethoric, convinced (or maybe trying to convince ourselves) it was gospel.
Each of us went off on our own, scattered into wildly different directions. Mr. Angry (the brilliant), The Ska lovin' Cowboy (the fiesty), The night Owl (that would be me), Gravy Bird (the wisest of all) and The Pan (Some people call him the Space Cowboy). I love them all. So many things almost tore us asunder, yet we always managed to piece it all back together.
Funny, none of see each other with any frequency anymore, yet we manage to talk to each other every day. Except the pan... He's unplugged himself from our merry band of Idiots. Hopefully one day, he'll find his way back. I know we all miss him.
For the record, I still feel like Superman, but with grey hair, and a knee bone that clicks in the winter.
End of transmission
I'm listening to one of my favorite CD's of all time. Talking Heads - "Stop Making Sense" For some reason this album is quite soothing to me. Between that and London Calling by The Clash (not to forget Husker Du's Candy Apple Grey,) I think my youth was defined. We had the best parties, listening to records, and sneaking out for beer (with fake ID) and making out in the basement with the lights out. It was a more simple time.
I used to love the all ages shows. I played in a couple of Punk bands (Okay... more like loosely affiliated friends than bands...) It always sounded more like we all syncronized our watches and went into different rooms. That didn't matter though. It was all still brilliant fun. Sometimes I wish I had a time machine, just to go back for a minute, just to peek.
My life is great. I'm happy as a clam, but I miss that innocence. It's kinda funny looking back at it. So many raw emotions running wild. It's a little cartoonish I guess, but It used to make me feel like Superman. Sooo much shit that came out of my mouth. Not that I was alone there. I remember how I and my group of friends would spout the most intense absolute rethoric, convinced (or maybe trying to convince ourselves) it was gospel.
Each of us went off on our own, scattered into wildly different directions. Mr. Angry (the brilliant), The Ska lovin' Cowboy (the fiesty), The night Owl (that would be me), Gravy Bird (the wisest of all) and The Pan (Some people call him the Space Cowboy). I love them all. So many things almost tore us asunder, yet we always managed to piece it all back together.
Funny, none of see each other with any frequency anymore, yet we manage to talk to each other every day. Except the pan... He's unplugged himself from our merry band of Idiots. Hopefully one day, he'll find his way back. I know we all miss him.
For the record, I still feel like Superman, but with grey hair, and a knee bone that clicks in the winter.
End of transmission
Thursday, September 23, 2004
09/24/04 Feeling hale and hearty...
Lately, I feel like my rudder has been hauled out of the water. My job is okay, my Career is okay,and my marriage is great. Yet I feel restless. I feel like I'm on the hunt for something more. This blog seems to take a lot of my free time, and It helps to fill a void. I guess in a way, it's helping me to feel like the things I need to say, have a place in the world. Like I'm standing up to be counted.
The media constantly tells us we live in dangerous times. I agree, but not for the same reasons they bandy about. I'm not afraid of the boogey man, no matter what name he's called by these days. I don't look behind me at night, I refuse to nest because someone tells me to, and I Speak my mind freely.
I'm afraid of foolhardy governance. I'm afraid of People making decision that are supposed to be in my best interest. I'm afraid of people I didn't vote for deciding my fate as a citizen. (The G8 and WTO are excellent examples.)
I find it hard to sleep at night. I always have. I worry. Oddly, not about my own personal problems, but of the things that truly frighten me. Things I have no control over. I used to vote defensively. I will no longer do so. I'm tired, of feeling that the lesser of two evils will suffice. It will not!
I will object and be heard. I will stand and be counted. I encourage everyone who has ever felt the way I do, to take a stance and to not be afraid. The government takes services away from us and we do nothing. They cut education budgets and we do nothing. They cut healthcare and yet again we do nothing.
Then like a school boy with a shabby report card, they have the nerve to tell us there's a surplus. Without services, it's easy to have a surplus. If you have no overhead, It's easier to save money.
They told us it's because of debt that we had to tighten our belts. Artificial Debt. Acrued by very same people (literally) and no one saw fit to throw them out of office. Government is supposed to be of the people, by the people and for the people, and yet it fails in it's principle mandate with embarrassing regularity.
Regardless of Government chicanery, we as citizens are the ones to blame. Voter apathy is a record heights. (Which is exactly what these people want!)
The attitude that "My vote doesn't count." Doesn't wash with me. Because your vote does count.
Once day in the former East Germany, someone woke up and said "I've had enough of that fucking wall..." So he called a friend, and then another and another, until enough people stood up and said "NO"
That was in a country that restricted freedom. This isn't
Let's get our shit together.
End of transmission.
The media constantly tells us we live in dangerous times. I agree, but not for the same reasons they bandy about. I'm not afraid of the boogey man, no matter what name he's called by these days. I don't look behind me at night, I refuse to nest because someone tells me to, and I Speak my mind freely.
I'm afraid of foolhardy governance. I'm afraid of People making decision that are supposed to be in my best interest. I'm afraid of people I didn't vote for deciding my fate as a citizen. (The G8 and WTO are excellent examples.)
I find it hard to sleep at night. I always have. I worry. Oddly, not about my own personal problems, but of the things that truly frighten me. Things I have no control over. I used to vote defensively. I will no longer do so. I'm tired, of feeling that the lesser of two evils will suffice. It will not!
I will object and be heard. I will stand and be counted. I encourage everyone who has ever felt the way I do, to take a stance and to not be afraid. The government takes services away from us and we do nothing. They cut education budgets and we do nothing. They cut healthcare and yet again we do nothing.
Then like a school boy with a shabby report card, they have the nerve to tell us there's a surplus. Without services, it's easy to have a surplus. If you have no overhead, It's easier to save money.
They told us it's because of debt that we had to tighten our belts. Artificial Debt. Acrued by very same people (literally) and no one saw fit to throw them out of office. Government is supposed to be of the people, by the people and for the people, and yet it fails in it's principle mandate with embarrassing regularity.
Regardless of Government chicanery, we as citizens are the ones to blame. Voter apathy is a record heights. (Which is exactly what these people want!)
The attitude that "My vote doesn't count." Doesn't wash with me. Because your vote does count.
Once day in the former East Germany, someone woke up and said "I've had enough of that fucking wall..." So he called a friend, and then another and another, until enough people stood up and said "NO"
That was in a country that restricted freedom. This isn't
Let's get our shit together.
End of transmission.
B0002OERI0.01.LZZZZZZZ
B0002OERI0.01.LZZZZZZZ
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
This album is the best thing that Green Day has ever done. I gave up on them years ago... But a Punk Rock Opera, I have to admit, I'm hooked!!! This will be on my ipod for quite some time to come.
09/23/04 Some comedy sites...
One of my favorite Comics:
http://www.lewisblack.net/
And a good spot for new stand up:
http://www.comedyspeak.com
http://www.lewisblack.net/
And a good spot for new stand up:
http://www.comedyspeak.com
bush
bush
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
For some reason I thought of these Talking Heads lyrics when I saw this picture....
And you may ask yourself
What is that beautiful house?
And you may ask yourself
Where does that highway go?
And you may ask yourself
Am I right? ...am I wrong?
And you may tell yourself
My god!...what have I done?
bushbook
bushbook
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
Notice that Georgie's book is upside down!!! That explains so much
toypresidents02
toypresidents02
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
Funny, He looks like the real thing. I bet He's about as compassionate!!! I wonder if he is AHEM... anotomically correct?
limbaugh
limbaugh
Originally uploaded by whiskeydrenched.
Rush Limbaugh... Here's another enemy of Democracy. His recent racist comments aren't too endearing either!!!
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
09/23/04 Waco Texas... Cultural wasteland
I love writing these Blogs. there is something liberating about it. Perhaps it's knowing that there is always a chance that you might pique someone's interest. And Cajole them into offering some kind of discourse (intelligent or otherwise) that is different from your own.
Well,today I got my first hit from someone other than a friend or family memeber. It was short, and full of The kind of slack jawed ingnorance We've all come to expect from Bushies that live in the Grand Republic of Texas.
This young fellow, all of 21 years of age, felt the need to expell his mental urine on a post of mine. Not to attack content in any specific way, just the whole blogger in general.
Now at 21 I realize that the world is a scary place. Hell, you've barely been off Momma's tit, and now yer thrust into the real world. Naked as a Jay Bird, and confused by the concept of "rent."
Question, My little Bushie, What has conservative politics done for you lately? Has it made healthcare more affordable? How about education? Have the tax cuts lined your pockets? Do you really feel safer? Huh? Does the Visqueen plastic sheeting and duct tape keep the boogie man away? Do you really want to be lead by a man who has trouble with those tricky language devices like metaphors and similies? (not too mention verb tense, articles, context, subtext etc.)
Are you happy that companies like Haliburton are making money off of the backs of soldiers? That The vice president is making his buddies rich? That children are coming back from Iraq, Smashed into pieces, for something most of the world sees as a crime? You,my friend, are being lied to. Worst of all, you're the one being played like a sucker. If Brains were dynamite, you wouldn't have enough to blow your nose.
But, it's easy to take shots, from Cozy little Waco. Speaking of which, what a culturally arid little crap hole. The only thing interesting about Waco, is that a fucked up dude Named Vern, Who wanted to be called David, got a bunch of people to believe that he was the second coming of Jesus, and got some group sex out of it, and that ended with a dust pan and a lot of shame.
Too bad really!!!
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Well,today I got my first hit from someone other than a friend or family memeber. It was short, and full of The kind of slack jawed ingnorance We've all come to expect from Bushies that live in the Grand Republic of Texas.
This young fellow, all of 21 years of age, felt the need to expell his mental urine on a post of mine. Not to attack content in any specific way, just the whole blogger in general.
Now at 21 I realize that the world is a scary place. Hell, you've barely been off Momma's tit, and now yer thrust into the real world. Naked as a Jay Bird, and confused by the concept of "rent."
Question, My little Bushie, What has conservative politics done for you lately? Has it made healthcare more affordable? How about education? Have the tax cuts lined your pockets? Do you really feel safer? Huh? Does the Visqueen plastic sheeting and duct tape keep the boogie man away? Do you really want to be lead by a man who has trouble with those tricky language devices like metaphors and similies? (not too mention verb tense, articles, context, subtext etc.)
Are you happy that companies like Haliburton are making money off of the backs of soldiers? That The vice president is making his buddies rich? That children are coming back from Iraq, Smashed into pieces, for something most of the world sees as a crime? You,my friend, are being lied to. Worst of all, you're the one being played like a sucker. If Brains were dynamite, you wouldn't have enough to blow your nose.
But, it's easy to take shots, from Cozy little Waco. Speaking of which, what a culturally arid little crap hole. The only thing interesting about Waco, is that a fucked up dude Named Vern, Who wanted to be called David, got a bunch of people to believe that he was the second coming of Jesus, and got some group sex out of it, and that ended with a dust pan and a lot of shame.
Too bad really!!!
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09/22/04 Make the pie higher!!!
I never enjoy emailed jokes or heart warming stories. Infact I hate them. However I have made an exception for this one.
This is a short poem made up entirely of actual quotations from George W. Bush.These have been arranged, only for aesthetic purposes, by Washington Post writer, Richard Thompson. A wonderful poem like this is too good not to share.
I think we all agree, the past is over.
This is still a dangerous world.
It's a world of madmen and uncertainty
And potential mental losses.
Rarely is the question asked
Is our children learning?
Will the highways of the Internet
Become more few?
How many hands have I shaked?
They misunderestimate me.
I am a pitbull on the pantleg of opportunity.
I know that the human being
And the fish can coexist.
Families is where our nation finds hope,
Where our wings take dream.
Put food on your family!
Knock down the tollbooth!
Vulcanize society!
Make the pie higher!
Make the pie higher!
This is a short poem made up entirely of actual quotations from George W. Bush.These have been arranged, only for aesthetic purposes, by Washington Post writer, Richard Thompson. A wonderful poem like this is too good not to share.
I think we all agree, the past is over.
This is still a dangerous world.
It's a world of madmen and uncertainty
And potential mental losses.
Rarely is the question asked
Is our children learning?
Will the highways of the Internet
Become more few?
How many hands have I shaked?
They misunderestimate me.
I am a pitbull on the pantleg of opportunity.
I know that the human being
And the fish can coexist.
Families is where our nation finds hope,
Where our wings take dream.
Put food on your family!
Knock down the tollbooth!
Vulcanize society!
Make the pie higher!
Make the pie higher!
Monday, September 20, 2004
Some sites that You should go to...
www.explodingdog.com
(I love the stuff here! Simple and Brilliant)
http://homepage.mac.com/leperous/PhotoAlbum1.html
(The Propaganda Remix page... well done indeed)
www.punkvoter.com
(another great site)
www.epitaph.com
(great music)
www.anti.com
(more great music)
(I love the stuff here! Simple and Brilliant)
http://homepage.mac.com/leperous/PhotoAlbum1.html
(The Propaganda Remix page... well done indeed)
www.punkvoter.com
(another great site)
www.epitaph.com
(great music)
www.anti.com
(more great music)
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Just a fun logo I've been playing with. Might make a great T-Shirt some day.
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This is a picture of my wife, being rather silly. (she made me take down the other one... she said it was unflattering... I didn't buy into it, but what are ya gonna do?)
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Perhaps we need more bands like The Clash. Maybe music would be a little less dishonest. Joe Strummer, you are truly missed.
Sunday, September 19, 2004
09/20/04 The Antichrist looms amongst us...
I have seen the end of our time. For centuries people (odd people, but people none the less) have depended on the prophecy of Nostradamus to for tell the end of days. There was a lot of blathering about the last pope and the enemies of France... but I think he missed the goat... err boat on this one.
Some might argue that Bushie jr. might be the herald of the big ugly, (a good guess, but still not on the money...) Still more may cite terrorists and their "evil doer deeds"
But it all comes to this. The antichrist is Jennifer Lopez. Thank God, someone got to Ben Affleck before the "Bennifer" became complete. No good could have ever come from the merging of two of the most wooden and shallow monsters on earth. (a Frankenstein monster of apocalyptic proportion... )And as far as I'm concerned, we got off lucky with them making only two movies together.
And the mainstream media knew it too!!! Why else would they have spent so much time covering this potential transmogrification? Surely North Americans have much more important things to attend to, like electing a useful president and or Prime Minister. Getting better access to healthcare and and education perhaps? Hell even just putting three hot meals on the table...
I first became aware that she was evil incarnate, after I saw the "Jenny from the block" Video. What a crock of shit. What ill thinking shit monger came up with the lyrics for this song? Esp when merged with the video. Nice Bently Jenny, nice Hermes watch Jenny, nice condo in New York Jenny. Betcha none of the kids playing stickball outside your window ever had any of those. I'm glad you made it. But just one question. where did your soul go?
Thankfully the crisis has been averted for now. I'll keep my eyes peeled, so the rest of you can live your lives in relative calm.
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Some might argue that Bushie jr. might be the herald of the big ugly, (a good guess, but still not on the money...) Still more may cite terrorists and their "evil doer deeds"
But it all comes to this. The antichrist is Jennifer Lopez. Thank God, someone got to Ben Affleck before the "Bennifer" became complete. No good could have ever come from the merging of two of the most wooden and shallow monsters on earth. (a Frankenstein monster of apocalyptic proportion... )And as far as I'm concerned, we got off lucky with them making only two movies together.
And the mainstream media knew it too!!! Why else would they have spent so much time covering this potential transmogrification? Surely North Americans have much more important things to attend to, like electing a useful president and or Prime Minister. Getting better access to healthcare and and education perhaps? Hell even just putting three hot meals on the table...
I first became aware that she was evil incarnate, after I saw the "Jenny from the block" Video. What a crock of shit. What ill thinking shit monger came up with the lyrics for this song? Esp when merged with the video. Nice Bently Jenny, nice Hermes watch Jenny, nice condo in New York Jenny. Betcha none of the kids playing stickball outside your window ever had any of those. I'm glad you made it. But just one question. where did your soul go?
Thankfully the crisis has been averted for now. I'll keep my eyes peeled, so the rest of you can live your lives in relative calm.
End of Tranmission
09/19/04 Forgotten CD's and Kick ass pizza
A friend of mine, knowing my penchant for punk, suggested I listen to some Horace Pinker. I really want to. I've tried. I have looked far and wide for copies of their stuff, but to no avail. I went to download some... No luck... I went to buy some, and accidentally left the disc in a cab. Then months later, I found a used copy while on vacation in Newfoundland. I thought "Great, Finally!!!" Only to lend it to a friend and then lose it. So... Fuck it... No Horace Pinker for me. Clearly the fates have decided that I am not to hear this Sonic treat.
Near my office (for my day job... Canadian entertainer... need i say more... I literally make 10's of dollars a year...) I discovered this pizza place. It's called Flavor Me Pizza. They have the best pizza I have ever had. Today I had Genoa Salami, Carmelized onion and grilled red pepper pizza. It was brilliant. Bar none the best I have ever had. Yummy!!!
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Near my office (for my day job... Canadian entertainer... need i say more... I literally make 10's of dollars a year...) I discovered this pizza place. It's called Flavor Me Pizza. They have the best pizza I have ever had. Today I had Genoa Salami, Carmelized onion and grilled red pepper pizza. It was brilliant. Bar none the best I have ever had. Yummy!!!
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And me without my hunting cap... 09/19/04
Ever have one of those days? The kind that makes you think that J.D.Salinger may have been right about everything? Holden Caulfield, where are you now?
I have started to think that maybe Ted Kazinski had a good thing going. Living in a shack, in the middle of nowhere Montana. Sure there was the crazy manifesto, and some less than social behavior, but I bet it was quiet at night, and there were no people bugging him over trivial stuff. (mind you some of that may have come from the lack of any sort of washing facilities... or even basic plumbing...but I digress...)
New topic
In a bold attempt to confuse those corporate task masters of mine, I have joined the New Democrat Party. While a Liberal at heart (still), I wanted to ruffle some feathers, and watch as jaws dropped when my membership card arrived at work. Seeing my boss recoil in horror, was worth the price of admission.The only thing worse than being a Liberal in Alberta, is being a card carrying ND. Now if I only had a Volvo.
I figure if good ole Ed Broadbent could see his way back, then what the hell!!! Strap yerself in kiddies, and don't forget to click that snooze bar.
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I have started to think that maybe Ted Kazinski had a good thing going. Living in a shack, in the middle of nowhere Montana. Sure there was the crazy manifesto, and some less than social behavior, but I bet it was quiet at night, and there were no people bugging him over trivial stuff. (mind you some of that may have come from the lack of any sort of washing facilities... or even basic plumbing...but I digress...)
New topic
In a bold attempt to confuse those corporate task masters of mine, I have joined the New Democrat Party. While a Liberal at heart (still), I wanted to ruffle some feathers, and watch as jaws dropped when my membership card arrived at work. Seeing my boss recoil in horror, was worth the price of admission.The only thing worse than being a Liberal in Alberta, is being a card carrying ND. Now if I only had a Volvo.
I figure if good ole Ed Broadbent could see his way back, then what the hell!!! Strap yerself in kiddies, and don't forget to click that snooze bar.
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Saturday, September 18, 2004
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Just a little show of support for some of my American Friends...
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Left to Right: Brett (my best chum and "little brother") Robbie (a man with incredible contacts) and Me!!!
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Fox news is The Banana Republicans propaganda agency. I'm so glad that the Canadian government has blocked them from broadcasting this kind of horseshit. Viva the free press. (and yes I realize that statement is hippocritical... but fuck them... Fair and Balenced my ass...)
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Bush has got to go. He and his kin folk are a Clear and Present Danger to the safety and well being of all the Earth's citizens.
20 Camels and Drowsy eyes 09/18/04
I used to be a negative person. I tried it on, like a suit of clothes. It seemed to fit. I found it easy to pass judgement upon whatever I saw fit. But it never got me anywhere. I didn't realize that my own hatred just fueled my own neurosis. Feeding a ego, that really didn't have a leg to stand on.
One of the weird things about being a performer, is when you begin to enjoy a taste of success, not matter how big or small, it changes you. At least it did to me. I began to think that I was invincible. I couldn't have been more wrong. That's when all hell breaks loose.
Apparently I could be wrong. Lots and lots of wrong things in fact. The trick is to figure it out. It took me about a year to get myself reorganized. I started writing again, and not taking things as simple as stage time for granted. It made a world of difference. I also discovered that I like to help younger comics. I used to scoff at that. What an ass I was. I look in the mirror, and now at least I like the guy I see.
It's funny how it takes a few serious crash and burn sessions to get back on track. My wife, has been pretty supportive, and without her, I think I would still be lurking about in a haze of stupidity. Now if only I could sleep.
New topic...
I sit and type and smoke. Camel filter. I love them. they are like some sort of evil mistress. I know they are really, really, really bad for me, and yet they never seem to let me down. I think I'm in some sort of denial about smoking. I like to pretend that it's really a cure for emphysema. When ever I see old people with oxygen tanks puttering very slowly, I think... "wow they must really want to be scuba divers." The world's oldest frogmen. The Grey Panther equivalent of the Navy Seals. Sad really.
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One of the weird things about being a performer, is when you begin to enjoy a taste of success, not matter how big or small, it changes you. At least it did to me. I began to think that I was invincible. I couldn't have been more wrong. That's when all hell breaks loose.
Apparently I could be wrong. Lots and lots of wrong things in fact. The trick is to figure it out. It took me about a year to get myself reorganized. I started writing again, and not taking things as simple as stage time for granted. It made a world of difference. I also discovered that I like to help younger comics. I used to scoff at that. What an ass I was. I look in the mirror, and now at least I like the guy I see.
It's funny how it takes a few serious crash and burn sessions to get back on track. My wife, has been pretty supportive, and without her, I think I would still be lurking about in a haze of stupidity. Now if only I could sleep.
New topic...
I sit and type and smoke. Camel filter. I love them. they are like some sort of evil mistress. I know they are really, really, really bad for me, and yet they never seem to let me down. I think I'm in some sort of denial about smoking. I like to pretend that it's really a cure for emphysema. When ever I see old people with oxygen tanks puttering very slowly, I think... "wow they must really want to be scuba divers." The world's oldest frogmen. The Grey Panther equivalent of the Navy Seals. Sad really.
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Friday, September 17, 2004
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A picture from the failed CD design. One day I'll get the damn thing finished.
Thursday, September 16, 2004
09/16/04 Kicking puppys and tripping the handicapped...
I have often found that I prefer people who have a nasty sense of humor. Rightly or wrongly, it seems to me that they have a better grip on the world and their place in it. Mind you, this is just a theory I'm kicking around. Everytime I hear someone ooh at something I think is truly funny, I cringe a little. People seem to forget the concept of subtext. Like words taken in their literal context could only be the gospel truth. Mind you making 300 people ooh has it's theraputic momements from time to time. Knowing that you have made that many people twitch for a second can be in a word "wow!"
The thing is, the nastiest, bluest, darkest thing that can possibly come streaming out of me doesn't even compare to the horror of being homeless, or living with some horrible affliction, or going to a movie with Jennifer Lopez in it.
If given that extra second, I think most people would get the drift. Too bad really. Hopefully, the things I say will explode like little "time bombs."
Imagine if you could hand a "thought bomb" to someone who just doesn't understand something. The shit you could avoid would be brilliant. What a huge growth industy. Instant communication. We assume that we have instant communication in the present age. Totally untrue, we have vehicles, like cell phones and the internet, but they are nothing but modern reliquaries. A digital husk, nothing more.
I mean communicating ideas, and being able to interpret those ideas, without misunderstanding intent. Just a pipe dream I guess.
The thing is, the nastiest, bluest, darkest thing that can possibly come streaming out of me doesn't even compare to the horror of being homeless, or living with some horrible affliction, or going to a movie with Jennifer Lopez in it.
If given that extra second, I think most people would get the drift. Too bad really. Hopefully, the things I say will explode like little "time bombs."
Imagine if you could hand a "thought bomb" to someone who just doesn't understand something. The shit you could avoid would be brilliant. What a huge growth industy. Instant communication. We assume that we have instant communication in the present age. Totally untrue, we have vehicles, like cell phones and the internet, but they are nothing but modern reliquaries. A digital husk, nothing more.
I mean communicating ideas, and being able to interpret those ideas, without misunderstanding intent. Just a pipe dream I guess.
09/16/04
Well, the show went well last night. Mostly. I have a new joke about pencils. Really it's more about poking a cat with a pencil. Okay... poking a cat in heat with a pencil. Apparently a lot of my act involves something being inserted into an animal. It needs some work, but for a first try, it seemed to go well.
It was nice to see the so many of the "Young Guns" out in force. Alison, Brett, Freddy, Mikey, and Dooms were all there. It was like old home week at Yuk Yuks. I got to talk with Pete Zedlacher a little, and I think he's a pretty cool guy. Mike McDonald was skulking around the club. He didn't perform, but he was out with all the comics. I get the impression he's on the road so he can write. I think that's great.
I had a really good chat with Bud Anderson. He's quite a likeable fellow. Good sense of humor too. I didn't recognize him. He shaved this head and grew a beard. He looks like Anton Levay from the Church of Satan. Which is odd cause he is the cleanest comic I have ever seen. He reminds me of my friend Grant, which is also cool. Bud has a ranch, and takes care of abused animals when he's there. Very cool dude.
It was nice to see the so many of the "Young Guns" out in force. Alison, Brett, Freddy, Mikey, and Dooms were all there. It was like old home week at Yuk Yuks. I got to talk with Pete Zedlacher a little, and I think he's a pretty cool guy. Mike McDonald was skulking around the club. He didn't perform, but he was out with all the comics. I get the impression he's on the road so he can write. I think that's great.
I had a really good chat with Bud Anderson. He's quite a likeable fellow. Good sense of humor too. I didn't recognize him. He shaved this head and grew a beard. He looks like Anton Levay from the Church of Satan. Which is odd cause he is the cleanest comic I have ever seen. He reminds me of my friend Grant, which is also cool. Bud has a ranch, and takes care of abused animals when he's there. Very cool dude.
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
Burr... 09/15/04
Well, it's really damn early. I hate the daily grind. I'm sure I'm not alone in feeling this way, but I still really fucking hate it. It was cold on the walk to work. Like 2 degrees centigrate. My wife gets up this early everyday. Is she mad?
I'm tired. I just got back from vacation, and I'm feeling burned out again. How is that possible? Well at least the black circles under my eyes aren't that big yet. There has got to be a better way to live. Speaking of which,we have started buying our groceries at an organic market. There's a good racket for you. Crappy, bruised, skungy (not a real word I'm sure...) apples for only twice the price that Safeway has them for. There was a bag of chips there for 6 bucks. who pays 6 bucks for a bag of chips? They better taste like fucking Nirvana. Perhaps P.T. Barnum was right... There's a sucker born every minute. (and this sucker gets a mouthful of apple sauce still encased in it's skin and a sawdust granola bar in his lunch today... Well at least I have managed to get away with not having Tofu.)
I have a show tonight. I'm happy about that. I'll get to hang with two of my favorite people Denise and Brett. Still no hostile email from the agent. Not getting one is worse that getting one I think. Well, I think I need a cigarette.
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I'm tired. I just got back from vacation, and I'm feeling burned out again. How is that possible? Well at least the black circles under my eyes aren't that big yet. There has got to be a better way to live. Speaking of which,we have started buying our groceries at an organic market. There's a good racket for you. Crappy, bruised, skungy (not a real word I'm sure...) apples for only twice the price that Safeway has them for. There was a bag of chips there for 6 bucks. who pays 6 bucks for a bag of chips? They better taste like fucking Nirvana. Perhaps P.T. Barnum was right... There's a sucker born every minute. (and this sucker gets a mouthful of apple sauce still encased in it's skin and a sawdust granola bar in his lunch today... Well at least I have managed to get away with not having Tofu.)
I have a show tonight. I'm happy about that. I'll get to hang with two of my favorite people Denise and Brett. Still no hostile email from the agent. Not getting one is worse that getting one I think. Well, I think I need a cigarette.
End of Transmission
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
American Errorist 09/14/04
I spend a lot of time talking about politics. Truthfully it occupies a heap of (too much) my time. But it all seems so consuming. I have been feeling lately that North American society is broken. Fucked beyond repair. The media has all but given up any sense of objectivity. Bush and Kerry get to wander around trying to out smear each other.(like some sort of sad Budweiser Vs. Miller commercial)
The political right seems to have asserted a near exceptional level of control. Accusing the media of being Liberal (like that's some sort of cuss word) when they get to pull the strings from behind the scenes. Calling Fox Liberal is like saying Cancer is fun, or that a kick in the stones is "Good ole fashioned fun, for childern of all ages."
I have an advantage. I get to stand in front of hundreds of people at a time and object. I don' t take much stock in stats, or give creedence to besmerching character, at least from people running for Office. And I really don't give a shit about the "War on terrorism" (strikes me that a war on poverty might be more useful... or maybe a war on Corporate chicanery... or a least a war where haliburton and microsoft don't make any money... but I could go on...) I heard once that Common sense has become quite uncommon, and I'm inclined to agree. Perhaps if we waved a flag of human decency and shared some of our toys in the sandbox none of this shit would be an issue.
But can you blame othere societies for being peeved? We have every opportunity in the world (literally) Wealth, a good standard of living, education, and civil liberties. But instead of using these wonderful advantages for some common good, we fritter them away. Everytime I see television screens in SUV's and hear about JLO (and her husband of the week.) It makes me shudder. How vulgar and disappointing. Wasteful, and scandalous. Just when I think that we have reached the apex of moral bankruptcy, another Reality show gets shat out of the gates.
To date I have only seen one episode of a show that captivated me. It was on "The Amazing Race" Anyhow... The reason for my undivided attention was that there was a team with a midget. (others might say person of smaller size, or person of challenged stature... But fuck em... Midgets they are... ) Now midgets are a great shiney object at the best of times, but in this particular episode, She was forced to carry two back packs and a 100 pound slab of beef for a couple of miles. What brilliant entertainment!!! It brought a tear to my eyes, and made my soul just a little blacker.
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The political right seems to have asserted a near exceptional level of control. Accusing the media of being Liberal (like that's some sort of cuss word) when they get to pull the strings from behind the scenes. Calling Fox Liberal is like saying Cancer is fun, or that a kick in the stones is "Good ole fashioned fun, for childern of all ages."
I have an advantage. I get to stand in front of hundreds of people at a time and object. I don' t take much stock in stats, or give creedence to besmerching character, at least from people running for Office. And I really don't give a shit about the "War on terrorism" (strikes me that a war on poverty might be more useful... or maybe a war on Corporate chicanery... or a least a war where haliburton and microsoft don't make any money... but I could go on...) I heard once that Common sense has become quite uncommon, and I'm inclined to agree. Perhaps if we waved a flag of human decency and shared some of our toys in the sandbox none of this shit would be an issue.
But can you blame othere societies for being peeved? We have every opportunity in the world (literally) Wealth, a good standard of living, education, and civil liberties. But instead of using these wonderful advantages for some common good, we fritter them away. Everytime I see television screens in SUV's and hear about JLO (and her husband of the week.) It makes me shudder. How vulgar and disappointing. Wasteful, and scandalous. Just when I think that we have reached the apex of moral bankruptcy, another Reality show gets shat out of the gates.
To date I have only seen one episode of a show that captivated me. It was on "The Amazing Race" Anyhow... The reason for my undivided attention was that there was a team with a midget. (others might say person of smaller size, or person of challenged stature... But fuck em... Midgets they are... ) Now midgets are a great shiney object at the best of times, but in this particular episode, She was forced to carry two back packs and a 100 pound slab of beef for a couple of miles. What brilliant entertainment!!! It brought a tear to my eyes, and made my soul just a little blacker.
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9:15 Am
UGGH, It's still too early for me to be up. I hate mornings. I always have. Went to Starbucks, only to discover a line from here to the moon. Everyone had the same kind of Morning face. Perhaps in another universe, Starbucks is fully of early risers that are truly happy about it.
While I was waiting, A guy came up to me and said "Hey... I saw you at Yuk Yuks a few months ago..." His name was Eddy. A pleasant sort I suppose, He extended his hand and said I was funny. I thanked him (actually I think I kinda croaked something out that was a little more like ThAnKs...)
I still, years later, find it odd that people feel the need to talk to an entertainer after a show. It makes me a little uncomfortable. I like to retreat to the safety of a small pub when I get off stage. I don't want to hear people's stories about crap, or hear their racist jokes that they want me to use in my little "skit". Perhaps it's just ego... or neurosis.
What's even more strange to me, is when people ask for autographs. Maybe it's a sense of my own self worth, but I don't get it. We place strange value on things. People pay thousands (and sometimes millions) for hand writing. I'd rather curse than be cursive.
While I was waiting, A guy came up to me and said "Hey... I saw you at Yuk Yuks a few months ago..." His name was Eddy. A pleasant sort I suppose, He extended his hand and said I was funny. I thanked him (actually I think I kinda croaked something out that was a little more like ThAnKs...)
I still, years later, find it odd that people feel the need to talk to an entertainer after a show. It makes me a little uncomfortable. I like to retreat to the safety of a small pub when I get off stage. I don't want to hear people's stories about crap, or hear their racist jokes that they want me to use in my little "skit". Perhaps it's just ego... or neurosis.
What's even more strange to me, is when people ask for autographs. Maybe it's a sense of my own self worth, but I don't get it. We place strange value on things. People pay thousands (and sometimes millions) for hand writing. I'd rather curse than be cursive.
Tuesday 1:52 am
Well... My first day back at the day job was hectic. Insane even. How I ever got roped into working in a call centre, I'll never know. It's like the place went to hell while I was gone. My Boss seemed genuinely happy that I was back. All the monkeys barely noticed. Not that I really care too much. My new work partner looks like she might be up to the challenge. It's become more like some seedy group home. More and more sketchy types show up looking for work.
I have begun to feel like a character in a book. Douglas Coupland's Microserfs. "I am Danielu@microsoft.com, I am a bug checker in building 7... lately I've been unable to sleep..."
Just Switch the email address to marcus@&(&(&(&(*.com, and bug checker to call centre manager, and it a near perfect fit.
The Comedy Career is not what I'd call on fire these days. I had to give up a few gigs, and I think that my agent is peeved with me.
Well I should sleep. more to come later
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I have begun to feel like a character in a book. Douglas Coupland's Microserfs. "I am Danielu@microsoft.com, I am a bug checker in building 7... lately I've been unable to sleep..."
Just Switch the email address to marcus@&(&(&(&(*.com, and bug checker to call centre manager, and it a near perfect fit.
The Comedy Career is not what I'd call on fire these days. I had to give up a few gigs, and I think that my agent is peeved with me.
Well I should sleep. more to come later
End of Transmission
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