Jeez. I feel like I never have time to think, but in all reality, I’ve all the hours I need... I think. The problem is I keep spending the day thinking about a girl. Maybe, though, that’s not even that big of a problem; maybe that’s not the trouble at all. The actual conundrum very well could be that said girl has a boyfriend—one who doesn’t like me oddly enough.
I don’t really have a problem with the guy other than that I have no respect for him. He comes off as a selfish asshole, and it shines through ever so brilliantly when he’s been drinking. I’ve got stories, but I won't parade them about.
The point is I really like this girl, and I know she deserves better. Furthermore, I’m worried she’ll stay with him unless I do something—something like steal her away. That creates an entirely different problem, though. I’m not sure if I am good enough for her…
Okay, here's a story anyway. One night I went to the girl’s house to talk to her roommate. He was there, and when he noticed I was in the front yard having a conversation with the girls, he flipped out and started drunkenly riding his bicycle in the street and popping wheelies to illustrate his anger with my presence. What the fuck, right?
She became really upset to the point of tears, and he wouldn't knock off his stupid pseudo-macho bullshit. After I got him to calm down without hitting me in the face, he started informing me of his plans to marry his girlfriend and move away to Missouri. (I can only assume to distance her from me... or to get that job he was talking about.) This makes the situation all the more dire.
This isn't even the most glaring example I have of him being a dick to her—not even close, but I like telling this one because it makes him look like an idiot. Why the bike? I don't get the popping wheelies thing. Everyone I tell about the incident laughs, and I think it's hilarious. Was it supposed to scare me? "Oh, shit! This guy's got sick skillz on teh bmx! I better skedaddle." Give me a break.
What makes the whole thing worse is he’s a fuckin’ ginger. (I’m kidding. I have the utmost respect for the ginger subspecies.) Seriously, though, what to do? What to do?
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
The Merc with a Mouth
So, I've been drinking (who would've thought?), and I've been reading, too. Today—or rather, yesterday if you wanna get technical—I read a year’s worth of Deadpool comics. Don’t ask how I acquired them. That’s not important.
Mel and Robert have been talking about how cool Deadpool is, and I had to check him out for myself. I have to say he’s pretty damn cool… and pretty damn crazy. Schizophrenia ftw!
The only thing that bothers me is that now I’m a tad bit hooked, and I’m gonna have to find a way to get my grubby hands on all the previous issues to see where Deadpool came from and where’s he’s been. I’ve read the online bios, but that is NOT enough.
Sometimes, it’s easy to come across a collection of comics of a singular character or group of characters. However, that character/group will usually have crossovers, and I’m just OCD enough to want those as well. There’s the snag to the whole ordeal. That’s the most bothersome part from my experience of collecting comic books.
Anyway, I encourage most to check out Deadpool. I don’t say “all” because sometimes (a lotta times) he gets quite violent as mercenaries (I assume) are wont to do. Still, though, it was a fun (and funny!) read.
Mel and Robert have been talking about how cool Deadpool is, and I had to check him out for myself. I have to say he’s pretty damn cool… and pretty damn crazy. Schizophrenia ftw!
The only thing that bothers me is that now I’m a tad bit hooked, and I’m gonna have to find a way to get my grubby hands on all the previous issues to see where Deadpool came from and where’s he’s been. I’ve read the online bios, but that is NOT enough.
Sometimes, it’s easy to come across a collection of comics of a singular character or group of characters. However, that character/group will usually have crossovers, and I’m just OCD enough to want those as well. There’s the snag to the whole ordeal. That’s the most bothersome part from my experience of collecting comic books.
Anyway, I encourage most to check out Deadpool. I don’t say “all” because sometimes (a lotta times) he gets quite violent as mercenaries (I assume) are wont to do. Still, though, it was a fun (and funny!) read.
Them Crooked Vultures
You know what I’m excited for? Them. Crooked. Vultures. The band name isn’t actually spelled out with the periods. You see, I did that for emphasis. Do you know why I’m excited for Them Crooked Vultures?
Well, for one there’s this. Go ahead and watch the rest of HowellKenny’s videos, or at least watch the aforementioned band’s vids. You don’t have to watch Joe Perry covering Aerosmith, or The Cult covering The Cult.
Secondly, there’s the ingredients that make up Them Crooked Vultures. We have Joshua Homme from Queens of the Stone Age/Kyuss on guitar and vocal duties, and we have Dave Grohl of Nirvana/Foo Fighters fame on the skins (a.k.a. the drums). This combination the world has seen before, though, on the QOTSA album Songs for the Deaf.
Still, there is one more piece to the puzzle that has me and several others salivating a tad more profusely than normal… John Paul fuckin’ Jones (Sorry for cursing, but it was appropriate.). John Paul Jones from frikkin’ LED ZEPPELIN is in the band playing bass (of course) and mandolin (I could see that. I’ve seen him do it before.) and doing background vocals (Sweet Jesus, it’s a trifecta!).
(Sorry for all the parentheses, but these were appropriate as well.) (Also, sorry for getting so link-happy. I'm a loose cannon, and I apologize.)
These are three musical legends who walk the earth merely to entertain we the little folk. I have no doubt these men have humbled and shaken hands with God herself, and there is no wrong they can do on this plane. Alright, I take that back. There is no wrong Grohl can do behind a drum set, but once he gets behind a mic with a guitar, his decisions are subject to questioning. This isn't important right now, though.
Let me say that I do enjoy drugs to “enhance the experience” as some folks might say, but I may have to take something to “take the edge off” of this monumental occurrence. That’s not entirely true. I’ll probably consume massive quantities of drogas—as the Spanish-speakers say—to cull whatever life-changing happening I’m looking for with this musical collective.
Seriously, though, music is a drug, and I plan on taking in whatever these pushers give me because if this isn't a "supergroup" I don't know what is.
All in all, all I’m saying is all should check out Them Crooked Vultures. All of what they offer is all-consuming of musical ideas, but I’ll shut up about them 1now. I just want all of you to check them out. That’s all.
Well, for one there’s this. Go ahead and watch the rest of HowellKenny’s videos, or at least watch the aforementioned band’s vids. You don’t have to watch Joe Perry covering Aerosmith, or The Cult covering The Cult.
Secondly, there’s the ingredients that make up Them Crooked Vultures. We have Joshua Homme from Queens of the Stone Age/Kyuss on guitar and vocal duties, and we have Dave Grohl of Nirvana/Foo Fighters fame on the skins (a.k.a. the drums). This combination the world has seen before, though, on the QOTSA album Songs for the Deaf.
Still, there is one more piece to the puzzle that has me and several others salivating a tad more profusely than normal… John Paul fuckin’ Jones (Sorry for cursing, but it was appropriate.). John Paul Jones from frikkin’ LED ZEPPELIN is in the band playing bass (of course) and mandolin (I could see that. I’ve seen him do it before.) and doing background vocals (Sweet Jesus, it’s a trifecta!).
(Sorry for all the parentheses, but these were appropriate as well.) (Also, sorry for getting so link-happy. I'm a loose cannon, and I apologize.)
These are three musical legends who walk the earth merely to entertain we the little folk. I have no doubt these men have humbled and shaken hands with God herself, and there is no wrong they can do on this plane. Alright, I take that back. There is no wrong Grohl can do behind a drum set, but once he gets behind a mic with a guitar, his decisions are subject to questioning. This isn't important right now, though.
Let me say that I do enjoy drugs to “enhance the experience” as some folks might say, but I may have to take something to “take the edge off” of this monumental occurrence. That’s not entirely true. I’ll probably consume massive quantities of drogas—as the Spanish-speakers say—to cull whatever life-changing happening I’m looking for with this musical collective.
Seriously, though, music is a drug, and I plan on taking in whatever these pushers give me because if this isn't a "supergroup" I don't know what is.
All in all, all I’m saying is all should check out Them Crooked Vultures. All of what they offer is all-consuming of musical ideas, but I’ll shut up about them 1now. I just want all of you to check them out. That’s all.
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