That was the worst coming home I’ve ever encountered
My car slid off the road into one of those side wells while I was still in the mountain areas.
I had to call my boss, who happened to be in a meeting at that time with the entire BOE
He had no idea what to do so he said he’d call me back
People kept stopping and asked me useless questions
Finally some construction workers came and lifted the car out
It was fine!
So drove home for an hour worried that something was wrong with the car, but luckily nothing
Then I had to face the entire BOE asking me if I was okay and giving me that “be more careful!” tone about it
Because I have to give the car key back to the BOE. It’s not my car!
So then I’m like fuck it, I’m getting some whiskey
The “conbini” has no fucking cola of any kind.
And then it took the old woman at the register tries to get it right because two items wouldn’t scan.
It wasn’t my busted ass Japanese cause the dude behind me was saying the same shit.
Finally she got the shit in order, I paid, walked back home in the pouring rain
And I found my package wasn’t delivered because I wasn’t home.
HOORAY!
TIME FOR WHISKEY
My capture card is broken. Will be a while before I can make more game vids.
Stop. Please.
Last night, while I was waiting to enter a club, someone stole my beloved hat.
That’s right, right off my head and gone. Well, not entirely. First it was put on the head of a girl I knew, so I figured I’d get it right back. But then it just disappeared.
I know it’s just a hat, but it was my hat. I loved how it fit, how I looked in it and all that jazz. It may sound silly, but I’m honestly a little bummed right now.
While it is true that ever since I took a class on marketing way back in the ol’ college days, I became inevitably more bitter and loathing… well, I guess that is entirely relevant to this article.
Seems as if Radiohead will have a new album in a few days via this website. You can order it in two ways. One is as a boxed set containing the album and associated knickknacks and vinyl versions for forty British pounds, which I believe is the equivalent of a metric fuck-ton of American dollars at this point. The other is by “reserving” a download and having the chance to pay whatever you deem fit.
Which sounds neat at first, until you realize that you probably don’t know what the album is like. Oh sure, if you’re somehow a Radiohead fan you probably have some idea of what you’d deem it worth. Or maybe you just want some free music. Either way. So, what will this big bold statement show?
Well, it’ll show that people still enjoy getting stuff for free. It’ll show that some diehard fans will pay lots of money for things, and it’ll show that Radiohead as a group is still a bunch of knobs. Why this mannerism annoys me is probably because of the “Pay what you deem fit” mannerism. Why not just say “Donate whatever, whenever to help the band make music you like.”? Well, besides the fact that it’s not snazzy marketing.
I’d love to think this motion will actually mean something for the music industry, but the truth is it won’t. At best, Radiohead will become so bankrupt that I’ll never have to hear about them making music again.
Then again, I listen to Gackt, so what in the hell do I know?
Already missing a volleyball practice! Tsk, tsk on that Eric guy. What a jerk.
Nothing is more shite than catching a cold when it’s fucking hot out. Nothing is worse than having a cold when it’s fucking hot out and you’ve got a pair of canker sores on each side of the mouth. (Protip: Canker sores aren’t herpes! They’re ulcers of the mouth! Joy!) If you don’t feel like reading a metric asstonne of bitchings tonight, I’d suggest you browse your way to a more happy magical land.
Fuck.
I think this happened to me last September too. I caught a hell of a goddamned cold that just wouldn’t go away. I’m wondering if it has anything to do from going to relative isolation to dealing with 60~100 different people each day. My immune system just isn’t used to all these children running around, latching onto my giant legs and trying to stick their fingers in my bum.
At least I’m keeping hydrated. I go through about 2 litres (When did I start spelling it that way? Freaking internationalization.) of water a day. I hear that’s about the precipice of perfection for the human body, but fuck if I don’t feel like I need a lot more at times.
Oh well. Least I have a sweet ass.
Internet. In three weeks. Maybe.
Oh you just wait baby.
Won’t be able to get internet for a looooooong time, it seems.
Fuck.
:(
Seriously. If you’re a Fantastic Four fan or even if you don’t know what the Fantastic Four are, don’t go see the new movie.
See, I knew it was going to be cheesy. But damn. Damn. Outside of Stan Lee being denied entrance to the wedding of Mister Fantastic and the Invisible Woman, I couldn’t manage more than a groan to their varied attempts at humor. In its fairly bland story-line, it had plot holes that actually managed to widen the void in my heart. Not to mention rampant advertising was played to a sickening level.
Even the action was tepid at best. Really, it was devoid of anything redeeming, unless you want to see some average to good CGI.
But for posterity’s sake, I’ll give to you a brief playdown of how some of the more tender moments of the movie went.
U hav no chance to survive. Make ur time.
Wut? Noooo. Thar b choices!
Lawl, wut?
Plz. Dun b blowing ups our Earf.
Zomg, u r teh hawtzor.
O rly?
Ya rly.
But for reals, we needs our planet.
O. Well, I is needing to save my planets from teh masterz. Gurl me luv look liek u.
Lawl, wut? Y u not kill teh masterz instead?
K. Gunno go blow myself up inside of cloud Galactus. Bai.
Touching, really.
Jesus Pole Vaulting Christ it is hot. And I will be moving to a place that will probably be hotter. Oh dear me.
So I’m back in good ol’ Joisey. Get to spend the next month and a half or so down here before the big trek to the Japans. It’s great to see some of my friends again. But at the same time, entirely bittersweet. And hot. Holy shit is it ever hot.
