Wednesday
pendulum
im weighing whether or not i want to delete this blog and start fresh again. theres so much crap on this thing right now.
Tuesday
america: "im with stupid"
old georgie, scrambling on the defense.
he's trying to shore up his recent move of painting iran as a nuclear threat to the U.S., now that our very own U.S. intelligence estimate has said ,pretty much, "guess what? that shit we've been talking about iran? actually not true".
this level of idiocy, at the top of our chain of elected officials, is fucking cartoony. it crosses into warner brothers shit.
because everyone in the continental U.S. knows that when bush was originally pushing us into iraq, it was based on this public perception he had cultivated, that iraq had nukes. you have to admit, when all that shit was on tv, the feeling you got from what the govt. was feeding you, was that iraq was a nuclear threat to the U.S.
so now hes been trying to pull the same thing--thank god no one's dumb enough to get behind him anymore. he's been building up this perception in your head that iran has nukes, and well, we need to have a military presence in iran. you know. because of the nukes and all.
and of course when the facts come in? no nukes!
its one thing to have someone evil up there ontop of our government. and its one thing to have someone ignorant up there. but georgie is perfecting this calling card logic to all his shit that i can only describe as 'five-year-old-style'.
nice.
he's trying to shore up his recent move of painting iran as a nuclear threat to the U.S., now that our very own U.S. intelligence estimate has said ,pretty much, "guess what? that shit we've been talking about iran? actually not true".
this level of idiocy, at the top of our chain of elected officials, is fucking cartoony. it crosses into warner brothers shit.
because everyone in the continental U.S. knows that when bush was originally pushing us into iraq, it was based on this public perception he had cultivated, that iraq had nukes. you have to admit, when all that shit was on tv, the feeling you got from what the govt. was feeding you, was that iraq was a nuclear threat to the U.S.
so now hes been trying to pull the same thing--thank god no one's dumb enough to get behind him anymore. he's been building up this perception in your head that iran has nukes, and well, we need to have a military presence in iran. you know. because of the nukes and all.
and of course when the facts come in? no nukes!
its one thing to have someone evil up there ontop of our government. and its one thing to have someone ignorant up there. but georgie is perfecting this calling card logic to all his shit that i can only describe as 'five-year-old-style'.
nice.
Monday
would you jump off a cliff if everyone else was doing it
that whole cliff-jumping analogy is hard-wired into people's sense of parenting i think. its part of the pop culture now; the generic mom MUST use this phrase in cartoons now. "if johnny fiddlefart jumped off a cliff, would you have to do it too?"
to me its another spot where we're saying one thing to our kids and then doing another. as a whole society of whatever-the-fucks-we've-become. its just like school sells the american revolution to us as 'stand for what you believe' (which is this huge lie by the way).
so im supposed to stand up for what i believe, right? and not go along with the crowd if i think they're doing something stupid.
how am i supposed to do either of those things?
i can't, not without sacrificing my livelyhood and the stability in my life and, indeed, my life itself. not without visiting some measure of disgrace on my family name. not without taking drastic, direct action against things that most people view as the foundations and pillars of our society. unless i make these choices then i can't stand up for what i believe. i have to jump off this cliff of 'jumping through the hoop' for our shitty corrupt society, or blow my life away in a losing bid to wrestle control of the world from satan himself.
am i just going to keep feeling like a fraud until i actually get right by making some of these right decisions? because that's what we are, america and the world. we are a bunch of fucking frauds.
we all gotta get right with god. desperately. and as long as i keep jumping through this hoop, i am NOT right with god. its killing me inside.
to me its another spot where we're saying one thing to our kids and then doing another. as a whole society of whatever-the-fucks-we've-become. its just like school sells the american revolution to us as 'stand for what you believe' (which is this huge lie by the way).
so im supposed to stand up for what i believe, right? and not go along with the crowd if i think they're doing something stupid.
how am i supposed to do either of those things?
i can't, not without sacrificing my livelyhood and the stability in my life and, indeed, my life itself. not without visiting some measure of disgrace on my family name. not without taking drastic, direct action against things that most people view as the foundations and pillars of our society. unless i make these choices then i can't stand up for what i believe. i have to jump off this cliff of 'jumping through the hoop' for our shitty corrupt society, or blow my life away in a losing bid to wrestle control of the world from satan himself.
am i just going to keep feeling like a fraud until i actually get right by making some of these right decisions? because that's what we are, america and the world. we are a bunch of fucking frauds.
we all gotta get right with god. desperately. and as long as i keep jumping through this hoop, i am NOT right with god. its killing me inside.
Wednesday
im annoying but im glad im not this agressively annoying
im glad i don't have some chestnut of banter that i always say when i end a conversation or leave a building or whatever.
like, there's a guy that always says 'saw you later' when he leaves my work. or, a lot of old people think its cute to say 'dont do anything i wouldn't do' when they leave my work. its kind of sad in a way because that kind of shit is all these old bastards have now.
'dont do anything i wouldn't do' is supposed to insinuate that this guy saying it (the billionth fucking guy to say it and they are all anciently elderly) is one wild bastard. its all he has.
every once in awhile one of these guys gets played up by the nurses as 'oh what a practical jokester, hes the funny guy'. whenever i finally meet that dude he's always just desperately hanging on to what ever humor he has left, because life is scary and hes in a scary part of life. so they kind of heave jokes at you in halting speech and its always like, a nock-nock joke.
so, im just grateful that i don't say 'saw you later' to people when i leave a place. im sure theres some supposedly witty back-story or detail or reason why this douche says 'saw you later', maybe he works with a saw or something. im not going to indulge him in his cute little back-story.
i swear to god as i was writing this, another old guy left my work. he was compelled to tell me "don't fall asleep there or they'll make you wear a seat-belt". which makes very little sense but hey, i'll play along. im a nice person.
like, there's a guy that always says 'saw you later' when he leaves my work. or, a lot of old people think its cute to say 'dont do anything i wouldn't do' when they leave my work. its kind of sad in a way because that kind of shit is all these old bastards have now.
'dont do anything i wouldn't do' is supposed to insinuate that this guy saying it (the billionth fucking guy to say it and they are all anciently elderly) is one wild bastard. its all he has.
every once in awhile one of these guys gets played up by the nurses as 'oh what a practical jokester, hes the funny guy'. whenever i finally meet that dude he's always just desperately hanging on to what ever humor he has left, because life is scary and hes in a scary part of life. so they kind of heave jokes at you in halting speech and its always like, a nock-nock joke.
so, im just grateful that i don't say 'saw you later' to people when i leave a place. im sure theres some supposedly witty back-story or detail or reason why this douche says 'saw you later', maybe he works with a saw or something. im not going to indulge him in his cute little back-story.
i swear to god as i was writing this, another old guy left my work. he was compelled to tell me "don't fall asleep there or they'll make you wear a seat-belt". which makes very little sense but hey, i'll play along. im a nice person.
Tuesday
watermelon crawl
i know, you had hoped i wouldn't ever post here again. i almost didn't. but then god shook me out of my cave with the vibrations of a new, shitty country song, that i had to suffer at work today. so im sharing the love by mentioning it to you. have you ever been in a situation where you HAD to listen to some shitty music, and you knew it would be shitty, but then there's one turd in the bunch that just really crosses the line? and you had prepared yourself this afternoon, and you still went 'what the fuck is that'.
i introduce you to tracy byrd's "watermelon crawl". side note to tracy byrd, i hope you took that name off a porn. the watermelon crawl is apparently.. crawling across the ground? possibly while drunk? i'll let the song explain:
When the band started playing the watermelon queen said
Let me show you something that you ain't never seen
She grabbed me by the arm said come on let's go
She dipped down spun around and doe-see-doed
She rocked back on her heels dropped down to her knees
Crawled across the floor then she jumped back on her feet
She wiggled and she giggled beat all you ever saw
Said this is how you do the watermelon crawl
.
what? fuajl;kklasjkls
.
what?
She said we got a hundred gallons of sweet red wine
Made from the biggest watermelons on the vine
Help yourself to some but obey the law
If you drink don't drive do the watermelon crawl
i'm really at a loss. maybe you have to hear this as well to get the full effect, but im not about to reccommend that. seriously though what a fucking dumb song. and i want to be clear that the 'dont drink and drive' message is the one good thing in it, i have no beef with that. but god. if you're going to dissuade me from drinking and driving, write a better song around that message.
awesome.
i introduce you to tracy byrd's "watermelon crawl". side note to tracy byrd, i hope you took that name off a porn. the watermelon crawl is apparently.. crawling across the ground? possibly while drunk? i'll let the song explain:
When the band started playing the watermelon queen said
Let me show you something that you ain't never seen
She grabbed me by the arm said come on let's go
She dipped down spun around and doe-see-doed
She rocked back on her heels dropped down to her knees
Crawled across the floor then she jumped back on her feet
She wiggled and she giggled beat all you ever saw
Said this is how you do the watermelon crawl
.
what? fuajl;kklasjkls
.
what?
She said we got a hundred gallons of sweet red wine
Made from the biggest watermelons on the vine
Help yourself to some but obey the law
If you drink don't drive do the watermelon crawl
i'm really at a loss. maybe you have to hear this as well to get the full effect, but im not about to reccommend that. seriously though what a fucking dumb song. and i want to be clear that the 'dont drink and drive' message is the one good thing in it, i have no beef with that. but god. if you're going to dissuade me from drinking and driving, write a better song around that message.
awesome.
Wednesday
ridiculous claim wednesday
the seminal classic rock song 'smoke on the water' by deep purple is actually about the life of anne frank.
in other news i can post to blogger, just not view my blog. which is oddly unsatisfying.
in other news i can post to blogger, just not view my blog. which is oddly unsatisfying.
Tuesday
a haiku about blogger
my page loaded once
right after my complaining
just to bite its thumb
but we're back to not being able to see my new posts, which doesn't stop me from posting.
im going to get a random six pack this afternoon. forgetting for a moment that you won't be able to post in time to persuade me (im off work in about a half hour or so), please reccommend what beer i should try.
ive been eyeing @ the liquor warehouse: mendecino county products, negro modelo, spaten pils.
right after my complaining
just to bite its thumb
but we're back to not being able to see my new posts, which doesn't stop me from posting.
im going to get a random six pack this afternoon. forgetting for a moment that you won't be able to post in time to persuade me (im off work in about a half hour or so), please reccommend what beer i should try.
ive been eyeing @ the liquor warehouse: mendecino county products, negro modelo, spaten pils.
how original
missouri governer matt blunt pardoned "gobbles" the turkey today. here's the press release out of his office.
the article says more than 24,300 people logged onto the missouri dept. of agriculture website to help choose a name for the turkey.
seriously.
SERIOUSLY.
it is near the end of 2007, balls-deep in the information age, and, thanks to the miracle of the internet, 24,300 people helped choose this turkey's name.
and we came up with gobbles.
the article says more than 24,300 people logged onto the missouri dept. of agriculture website to help choose a name for the turkey.
seriously.
SERIOUSLY.
it is near the end of 2007, balls-deep in the information age, and, thanks to the miracle of the internet, 24,300 people helped choose this turkey's name.
and we came up with gobbles.
check out #10
check out schlafly's no. 15 ale, whilst waiting for our precious ESB.
thats right, wait for the ESB. because as of last week i still haven't spotted it anywhere. now, im not frantically out searching, but im starting to get a bit worried that there was no shlafly winter esb @ the campus derby. that was kind of my safe-bet-place to get it. soooo. in its stead, we have schlafly's no. 15, an american dark wheat.
as you might expect, no. 15 is a gnarlier wheat than usual, pouring brown in the glass and with a smell/taste packed full of banana and cloves. not at all the light fare i expect from american wheat. no. 15 is actually really good, great with pizza (but what beer isn't) or on its own, and not too heavy--just a wheat with more oomph and spice.
thats right, wait for the ESB. because as of last week i still haven't spotted it anywhere. now, im not frantically out searching, but im starting to get a bit worried that there was no shlafly winter esb @ the campus derby. that was kind of my safe-bet-place to get it. soooo. in its stead, we have schlafly's no. 15, an american dark wheat.
as you might expect, no. 15 is a gnarlier wheat than usual, pouring brown in the glass and with a smell/taste packed full of banana and cloves. not at all the light fare i expect from american wheat. no. 15 is actually really good, great with pizza (but what beer isn't) or on its own, and not too heavy--just a wheat with more oomph and spice.
blogger fucks up too much
sorry there haven't been posts yet this week--starting last friday, ive been unable to even view my blogger page. im also noticing this with some other blogger posters that i read-- i just haven't been able to load any blogger pages in awhile. either the whole thing is down right now, as far as viewing blogs, or i linked to something wrong and caused the code of my blog to crash.
yargh. i had heard complaints of problems with blogger as of late, but had not experienced them until now. i blog with this service merely because my firewall at work will allow it, but if this blackout continues, i may have to blog elsewhere.
yargh. i had heard complaints of problems with blogger as of late, but had not experienced them until now. i blog with this service merely because my firewall at work will allow it, but if this blackout continues, i may have to blog elsewhere.
Thursday
i think my longer title was crashing blogger
well norman mailer died the other day and i dont really know who that is, outside of that he wrote books that i haven't ever read. the closest i came is "the executioner's song"--not that i read mr. mailer's book by that name, but i DID read the x-men story arch that stole its title. (sorry normy, im grasping at straws here). porsche pointed out recently (with strong backup by j) how weird it is that i check the 'recent deaths' section on wikipedia every day. i don't even know why, i guess its sort of like rubber-knecking at a car accident. it IS like the third thing i do @ work every day.
there is at least one copy of the new adventures of mary and joseph out there, thats comforting. it WAS pretty funny, if un-original. im still trying to come up with another good concept for a mini-comic so post suggestions if you have any. the weirder it is, the more likely i am to use it.
earthquakes in chile yesterday and today, and did i see a cyclone in bangladesh? where was that cyclone? now all the apocalypse cult that is southern baptism will flood out, chicken littles popping out of the wood work to let you know that this is an unprecedented sign of the end-times. which it isnt. sky's not falling any more than it always was. le sigh. but at least it gives them something to talk about and feel right about.
and once again, to the news media: why am i supposed to care about oj simpson anymore? why do i need to be kept up to date on his pitiful vapid existence? the same goes for marie osmond's son, forest whitaker, georges marciano, celine dion, and abu hamza al-masri. dear cnn: i dont care, i dont care, i dont care, i dont care, i dont care. you are boring me to tears. i watched CNN fanatically in highschool, less so post-highschool as i saw formats change and a drop in quality, but i stayed with it somewhat. but now, god. im not saying any other network is doing better. but CNN, all your coverage is just shit now. and thats from someone who loved you. fucking stop it.
Wednesday
NEWSFLASH: shitkickers suck, your rural bullshit is depressing
the nurses have the radio on KTTS. KTTS (for those of you not in southwest mo, we can generalize this as 'country radio') makes me want to die even more. dear country radio: you instensify my hatred of the human race. and that is in itself very impressive, because i have A LOT of hatred for the human race.
everything's a big rip-off
before i get to jibber-jabbering, i'd like to introduce a new feature on 'warmth and green paper': i'm going to be posting random shit images from wikipedia, based on my mood and whim on each particular day. without further a do, here is the first one:
awhile back i cobbled together a mini-comic, 'the new adventures of mary and joseph', using stock photos altered in ms paint. man i felt good about it, i thought 'what a great funny idea for a comic book title'. i printed maybe 4--if anyone has a copy around, it is truly very rare, and actually i bet that they are all destroyed by now.
ive been trying to come up with other ideas lately, for a mini that i would draw myself, and i can't come up with any good ideas. periodically i would think 'man, i should try to draw that mary and joseph thing'. then i would realize that i have no skill at drawing beards.
well now i have even more reason not to do 'the new adventures of mary and joseph': turns out that another cartoonist has been drawing 'the new adventures of jesus' as an underground comic book since some time in the mid-sixties. so the one funny idea i had was an inadvertent hack-job. it makes me feel a little more insignificant that the real-deal-'new adventures' is DECADES old now.
well fuck.
almost last and definitely least, here's a public message to the shell of the daughter of rock and roll:
if the candle that burns twice as bright burns twice as fast, then i hope you burn three hundred times as bright. i hope they see you from fucking space.
and to wrap it all up today, i feel like quoting wonder showzen.
"what a delicious beating"
awhile back i cobbled together a mini-comic, 'the new adventures of mary and joseph', using stock photos altered in ms paint. man i felt good about it, i thought 'what a great funny idea for a comic book title'. i printed maybe 4--if anyone has a copy around, it is truly very rare, and actually i bet that they are all destroyed by now.
ive been trying to come up with other ideas lately, for a mini that i would draw myself, and i can't come up with any good ideas. periodically i would think 'man, i should try to draw that mary and joseph thing'. then i would realize that i have no skill at drawing beards.
well now i have even more reason not to do 'the new adventures of mary and joseph': turns out that another cartoonist has been drawing 'the new adventures of jesus' as an underground comic book since some time in the mid-sixties. so the one funny idea i had was an inadvertent hack-job. it makes me feel a little more insignificant that the real-deal-'new adventures' is DECADES old now.
well fuck.
almost last and definitely least, here's a public message to the shell of the daughter of rock and roll:
if the candle that burns twice as bright burns twice as fast, then i hope you burn three hundred times as bright. i hope they see you from fucking space.
and to wrap it all up today, i feel like quoting wonder showzen.
"what a delicious beating"
Thursday
holy jesus, godfather's pizza comes to bolivar
i keep forgetting to tell you motherfuckers, that bolivar will soon have its own godfather's pizza. i did not in a billion years dream this day would come, and tears of joy are welling in my eyes because
I AM SO HAPPY
did i mention that i love godfathers pizza? i love godfathers pizza. it is GLORIOUS. dewey and i used to go to nixa for godfathers and i would toast the leftovers. its good fuckin pizza.
this is an excellent development.
WOOT
did i mention that i love godfathers pizza? i love godfathers pizza. it is GLORIOUS. dewey and i used to go to nixa for godfathers and i would toast the leftovers. its good fuckin pizza.
this is an excellent development.
WOOT
Wednesday
fuck me.
because i FORGOT that we have foster's home for imaginary friends vol 1 dvds just laying around. JUST LAYING AROUND. COLLECTING DUST.
WELL FUCK ME.
WELL FUCK ME.
you will suffer my rath
for the sake of increased traffic i must continue to blog daily. the blogs shall not be substantive. rather i will cram random phrases (such as 'tijuana brass' and 'pleural effusion' and 'donger') into each blog entry, and see if anyone searches for those keywords (thank you, google analytics).
cabbage patch kids salad master blaster megaman ultraman mighty morphin power mice from mars the new adventures.
is california still burning or did they get that shit stopped? i just realized that i was hearing about that all the time, and now nothing, so i assume that the issue resolved somehow.
reading: tekkon kinkreet
listening: one word extinguisher by prefuse 73
drinking: sam adams boston lager, springbank cask-strength single malt
watching: whatevers on network tv.
drawing: the same suburban porch scene, over and over and over again.
ps. is it me or is christmas going to be here soon? well shit.
cabbage patch kids salad master blaster megaman ultraman mighty morphin power mice from mars the new adventures.
is california still burning or did they get that shit stopped? i just realized that i was hearing about that all the time, and now nothing, so i assume that the issue resolved somehow.
reading: tekkon kinkreet
listening: one word extinguisher by prefuse 73
drinking: sam adams boston lager, springbank cask-strength single malt
watching: whatevers on network tv.
drawing: the same suburban porch scene, over and over and over again.
ps. is it me or is christmas going to be here soon? well shit.
Tuesday
blood-sucker and the tangents
awhile back i was showing people my copy of 'the frank book', a collection of mind-altering jim woodring comics. jim woodring has a blog and i may have already plugged it here, but i just wanted to plug it again.
the woodring monitor.
most recently he's posted some really nifty sketches out of his moleskin.
lillith's lair (springfield's nasty porno den) has all novelty items and glassware at half off currently, incase you are interested in a fake booger or a fart whistle @ half the normal retail of a fart whistle. there IS something about fake dog doo that really fits in with the mood of lillith's lair. incase you wondered, i didn't just wander into the shop; i was goaded into visiting by a friend who works there.
what else? no post monday because the hospital has switched firewalls--i am busy browsing sites i couldn't just the other day. hoorays! i mean no. no, im not squandering any company time on anything, for the record. categorical denial.
woosh!!
one last thing-the liquor warhouse here in bolivar has started carrying 'fort collins brewing' products. so far ive tried the ipa, pomegranate wheat, and chocolate stout, and all seemed solid. hooray for beer!
does anyone know where i can get genesse cream ale?
the woodring monitor.
most recently he's posted some really nifty sketches out of his moleskin.
lillith's lair (springfield's nasty porno den) has all novelty items and glassware at half off currently, incase you are interested in a fake booger or a fart whistle @ half the normal retail of a fart whistle. there IS something about fake dog doo that really fits in with the mood of lillith's lair. incase you wondered, i didn't just wander into the shop; i was goaded into visiting by a friend who works there.
what else? no post monday because the hospital has switched firewalls--i am busy browsing sites i couldn't just the other day. hoorays! i mean no. no, im not squandering any company time on anything, for the record. categorical denial.
woosh!!
one last thing-the liquor warhouse here in bolivar has started carrying 'fort collins brewing' products. so far ive tried the ipa, pomegranate wheat, and chocolate stout, and all seemed solid. hooray for beer!
does anyone know where i can get genesse cream ale?
Friday
here come the esb
november is here and the leaves are finally turning, but more importantly, november is a very special time for wes's beer consumption. how's that? well, you see, schlafly makes this beer that i love, absolutely love, and november is when it becomes available. and this lovely beer's name is schlafly winter ESB (extra-special bitter).
its available november thru january and it is superb. its only the 2nd of november but im telling you, brown derby had better have this in stock this evening. i will be there and i will be looking, and I WILL have my winter ESB.
this is my house. this is my house.
its available november thru january and it is superb. its only the 2nd of november but im telling you, brown derby had better have this in stock this evening. i will be there and i will be looking, and I WILL have my winter ESB.
this is my house. this is my house.
Thursday
post halloween
well i was a bearded lady and i was drunk. i had massive hairy cleavage and porsche said i was way too comfortable in the dress. jordan and kyra turned out in army gear instead of the previously mentioned tarzan/jane matchup, and we did a little trick or treating.
i mentioned yesterday, that i wasn't the biggest fan of trick-or-treating adults. i can even understand a costume party much better than being older than 15 and still going door-to-door. so what hacks me off about that, is for all the dragging me into trick or treating, everyone else was like hiding behind my ass on the porch. fucking get up there if you were the ones that wanted to do this shit, jesus! i think porsche's bro just wanted to grab-ass in the dark. i hate that kind of thing, where its like 'oooo lets go do this' and no one really seemed like they wanted to after we fucking got out there. if i am 25 and not into halloween, and you are like what, 17? and on sports team, you DO NOT GET TO SAY "my feet hurt". what the fuck ever. i do more walking in my morning routine at work.
if im doing something that ive committed to in a costumey-way, then i expect to do that thing for more than 15 minutes.
i dropped my wallet in the middle of a random neighborhood in springfield, in the middle of the night. that jordan/kyra found it maybe 2 minutes after i realized it had dropped out of my dress, was nothing short of a miracle, and i thank them for that. that was awesome.
i was a pretty pretty princess.
actually i kept telling people that i had gone as princess diana. which is great because it was just hairy bearded wes in drag with a tiara.
all in all it was good times, and i did get complimented by the clerk at brown derby. happy halloweener!
i mentioned yesterday, that i wasn't the biggest fan of trick-or-treating adults. i can even understand a costume party much better than being older than 15 and still going door-to-door. so what hacks me off about that, is for all the dragging me into trick or treating, everyone else was like hiding behind my ass on the porch. fucking get up there if you were the ones that wanted to do this shit, jesus! i think porsche's bro just wanted to grab-ass in the dark. i hate that kind of thing, where its like 'oooo lets go do this' and no one really seemed like they wanted to after we fucking got out there. if i am 25 and not into halloween, and you are like what, 17? and on sports team, you DO NOT GET TO SAY "my feet hurt". what the fuck ever. i do more walking in my morning routine at work.
if im doing something that ive committed to in a costumey-way, then i expect to do that thing for more than 15 minutes.
i dropped my wallet in the middle of a random neighborhood in springfield, in the middle of the night. that jordan/kyra found it maybe 2 minutes after i realized it had dropped out of my dress, was nothing short of a miracle, and i thank them for that. that was awesome.
i was a pretty pretty princess.
actually i kept telling people that i had gone as princess diana. which is great because it was just hairy bearded wes in drag with a tiara.
all in all it was good times, and i did get complimented by the clerk at brown derby. happy halloweener!
Wednesday
into the night
i forgot that porsche and i will be accompanying her younger brother and his girlfriend, for trick-or-treating tonight, in springfield. jordan and kyra will be tarzan and jane; porsche and i will both be the bearded lady. i will be drunk. i will be very drunk.
in a lot of ways i am a big kid, but halloween is just not my forte. i think that trick or treaters, past a certain age, are kind of annoying.
a final random note. wine turns my poop dark, and my bm's a degree less satisfying. is that everyone elses experience, or something i should get checked out?
discuss.
in a lot of ways i am a big kid, but halloween is just not my forte. i think that trick or treaters, past a certain age, are kind of annoying.
a final random note. wine turns my poop dark, and my bm's a degree less satisfying. is that everyone elses experience, or something i should get checked out?
discuss.
Tuesday
halloween supplemental
do you know what really hacks me off, like really badly? people who don't like herbert the pervert, the old man pedophile character on family guy. its your right not to like him, but i don't want to be breathing the same air as you people who are offended by that character. holy jesus christ. let me quote some dork from the internet, dear god gimme the strength:
I didn't find OB1 being a child molester terribly humurous. As I said I don't like that character to begin with. I don't have many lines, but that is one of those lines.
and someone rebutting him later:
The character works fine for me because he seems so, well, impotent. He's too pathetic to be threatening.
so first off, i can't imagine a better proof of god's existence and benevolence, that family guy managed to do this to the above poster. they took the pedophile this guy is all creeped by, and cast him as the guy's favorite character in their star wars episode. that is fucking awesome.
second off, why does the pedophile character have to be impotent for him to be ok? i think it would be funnier if he was a little more able. but then that illustrates the comedy chasm that forms between me and the first poster. as does this other comment, which is where i just stop listening to people:
Hahahah, that is purely me being tired of McFarlane's over playing of jokes. It would have been funny but he always takes things 5 or 6 seconds to far. the scraping his knee scene is a prime example of that. A funny scene for the first 4 seconds, 10 seconds later...
for the record, peter scraping his knee is pure genius based on the timing alone. the timing (and the fact that he captured every memory ive ever had of scraping my knee, captured that experience in a vital way) fucking makes the joke. it WAS a funny scene for the first 4 seconds, 10 seconds later? STILL FUCKING FUNNY. FUNNIER.
i pray to god this guy doesn't have a neilsen box. although that would explain a lot of things.
you either get this shit or you don't, and if you don't, i really don't have time for you.
I didn't find OB1 being a child molester terribly humurous. As I said I don't like that character to begin with. I don't have many lines, but that is one of those lines.
and someone rebutting him later:
The character works fine for me because he seems so, well, impotent. He's too pathetic to be threatening.
so first off, i can't imagine a better proof of god's existence and benevolence, that family guy managed to do this to the above poster. they took the pedophile this guy is all creeped by, and cast him as the guy's favorite character in their star wars episode. that is fucking awesome.
second off, why does the pedophile character have to be impotent for him to be ok? i think it would be funnier if he was a little more able. but then that illustrates the comedy chasm that forms between me and the first poster. as does this other comment, which is where i just stop listening to people:
Hahahah, that is purely me being tired of McFarlane's over playing of jokes. It would have been funny but he always takes things 5 or 6 seconds to far. the scraping his knee scene is a prime example of that. A funny scene for the first 4 seconds, 10 seconds later...
for the record, peter scraping his knee is pure genius based on the timing alone. the timing (and the fact that he captured every memory ive ever had of scraping my knee, captured that experience in a vital way) fucking makes the joke. it WAS a funny scene for the first 4 seconds, 10 seconds later? STILL FUCKING FUNNY. FUNNIER.
i pray to god this guy doesn't have a neilsen box. although that would explain a lot of things.
you either get this shit or you don't, and if you don't, i really don't have time for you.
start here
no time for love, doctor jones! the universe is calling, keeping me from my transcription business. idle hands are the duvet's ploy-thing you know. that guy is a creep.
but, i had to tell you, there are great things going on in comics right now! your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to find a copy of one of these fine young fellows:
-Maggots by Brian Chippendale. its a little dense book with a ton of little, tiny panels on each page. the art is fierce and fast, fluid yet dense. god, all the work this must have taken. apparently the publishing of maggots was postponed by nearly a decade, i'm so very grateful that it finally came out. whats the coolest thing about maggots? the whole thing was drawn on pages of a japanese book catalog and you can clearly see this in the white-spaces of the work. the second-coolest thing? cameo appearance of MOTHERFUCKING HENRY DARGER ARTWORK on the back inside cover, under the dust-jacket. henry darger, the mither-effing man.
-Kramer's Ergot #6 (i would bet that the back issues are good, but what i got my filthy paws on is #6). this book is big and colorful and high-quality. kramer's ergot is what an acid trip would be like if it were a comic book instead of an acid trip. i like the ad-copy on the back, from time.com, that describes it as a jawbreaker for your eyes. or something like that. awesome. i want back issues of this but they're probably worth like a jillion dollars, this #6 is so cool.
not to gloss over the other stuff i got at star clipper last weekend--jeffry brown and 'the cute manifesto' and aranzi machine gun are cool and all. they just don't bust my head wide open like maggots or kramers ergot. this shit is the shit. i am SO INSPIRED by these two books right now. they make me want to just start crayoning all over my work-space until i'm forcibly removed from the hospital.
and then i jizzed all over the place! the end.
but, i had to tell you, there are great things going on in comics right now! your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to find a copy of one of these fine young fellows:
-Maggots by Brian Chippendale. its a little dense book with a ton of little, tiny panels on each page. the art is fierce and fast, fluid yet dense. god, all the work this must have taken. apparently the publishing of maggots was postponed by nearly a decade, i'm so very grateful that it finally came out. whats the coolest thing about maggots? the whole thing was drawn on pages of a japanese book catalog and you can clearly see this in the white-spaces of the work. the second-coolest thing? cameo appearance of MOTHERFUCKING HENRY DARGER ARTWORK on the back inside cover, under the dust-jacket. henry darger, the mither-effing man.
-Kramer's Ergot #6 (i would bet that the back issues are good, but what i got my filthy paws on is #6). this book is big and colorful and high-quality. kramer's ergot is what an acid trip would be like if it were a comic book instead of an acid trip. i like the ad-copy on the back, from time.com, that describes it as a jawbreaker for your eyes. or something like that. awesome. i want back issues of this but they're probably worth like a jillion dollars, this #6 is so cool.
not to gloss over the other stuff i got at star clipper last weekend--jeffry brown and 'the cute manifesto' and aranzi machine gun are cool and all. they just don't bust my head wide open like maggots or kramers ergot. this shit is the shit. i am SO INSPIRED by these two books right now. they make me want to just start crayoning all over my work-space until i'm forcibly removed from the hospital.
and then i jizzed all over the place! the end.
Wednesday
natural cures i dont want you to know about
i dont have much to add in the last couple of days. ive been cutting book pages into fours and then re-arranging the pieces to make new pages.
half of our dog is a bright green apple-sort-of color today, owing to a pan of house-paint being left down in our kitchen this morning.
on the 26th of this month i'll be 25. next year on october 26, i will be 26--its the one time in my life that i'll be 26 on a 26th. i like it when numbers line up but in general i stay away from numbers, since math is a big con game parlor trick. 0 is 1 is 1,000, all depending on the view.
but here is a quick top 5 list, things i'd like for my birthday.
1. glenmorangie 10 yr old single malt scotch whisky
2. comics or graphic novels (any and all selections are appropriate)
3. magic cards, preferably booster packs, preferably a box of lorwyn boosters(if you have the scratch for it)
4. art instruction books (any and all selections are appropriate)
5. glassware (i keep breaking my beer and whisky glasses!)
half of our dog is a bright green apple-sort-of color today, owing to a pan of house-paint being left down in our kitchen this morning.
on the 26th of this month i'll be 25. next year on october 26, i will be 26--its the one time in my life that i'll be 26 on a 26th. i like it when numbers line up but in general i stay away from numbers, since math is a big con game parlor trick. 0 is 1 is 1,000, all depending on the view.
but here is a quick top 5 list, things i'd like for my birthday.
1. glenmorangie 10 yr old single malt scotch whisky
2. comics or graphic novels (any and all selections are appropriate)
3. magic cards, preferably booster packs, preferably a box of lorwyn boosters(if you have the scratch for it)
4. art instruction books (any and all selections are appropriate)
5. glassware (i keep breaking my beer and whisky glasses!)
Monday
check out #9
check out tilburgs dutch brown ale; i was very impressed by the bottles i snagged this weekend. its a brown, like newcastle. nothing against newcastle but tilburgs is really a lot better, i think. i was looking for something with malt tastes instead of hoppiness, and tilburgs is exactly what i wanted--mellow, roasty, sort of sweet, really easy drinking for something so dark. the taste was layered and complex--no gruff hop punch waiting there.
Friday
chopwater the quotidian spine-fish
follow chopwater's amazing adventures in the department of the interior, as harry truman's disembodied ghost pits our spiney hero against the forces of global hegemony and the international guild of ninja zombies. discover the secrets of dianetics and the grisly truth behind the colonel's secret spices (i made them myself out of ham-bone! don't tell anybody!). all in this month's issue of 'schlock', available at your nearest union hall. that's 'schlock', 'approved by jesus and derided by the hitler!'.
you know who would have been an interesting motherfucker to talk to? henry darger.
more school shooting news as of late. we are so lucky about this shit and no one even understands how lucky we are.
currently drinking: schlafly pale ale
currently reading: "tekkonkinkreet: black and white" complete edition from viz
focused on: drawing.
you know who would have been an interesting motherfucker to talk to? henry darger.
more school shooting news as of late. we are so lucky about this shit and no one even understands how lucky we are.
currently drinking: schlafly pale ale
currently reading: "tekkonkinkreet: black and white" complete edition from viz
focused on: drawing.
Wednesday
wokwokwokwokwokwok
editing note: holy jesus, i keep having to change the pic i leach for the beginning of this pacman entry.
namco released pac-man to the citizens of japan on this day in history, 1979.
pac man dude. i love you pac man!
i had an awesome pac man cartridge for game boy color, at some point in the last couple of years. of course its long lost.
pac man is the man, i bet he could catch a well-slaked gypsy with only 3 carp and a clutch pencil at his disposal.
we love you pac man!
you can play one of several java versions online, its too obviously fucking around for me to do it here at work. and yet. so tempting.
by the way, if i mention something that's online but i don't give you a link, then guess what? you can probably fucking google it.
namco released pac-man to the citizens of japan on this day in history, 1979.
pac man dude. i love you pac man!
i had an awesome pac man cartridge for game boy color, at some point in the last couple of years. of course its long lost.
pac man is the man, i bet he could catch a well-slaked gypsy with only 3 carp and a clutch pencil at his disposal.
we love you pac man!
you can play one of several java versions online, its too obviously fucking around for me to do it here at work. and yet. so tempting.
by the way, if i mention something that's online but i don't give you a link, then guess what? you can probably fucking google it.
the sign say gone fishin but you know im here
well i wasn't here obviously. lets not get into a big fight over it. you know who brings the jujis, baby, you know its me. and i have bringing the jujis. oh yes.
remember when marion jones was being marketed as proof that you can accomplish your dreams and reach your goals EVEN IF YOU ARE A BLACK AND A GIRL? or whatever they meant by it, remember her on posters in schools? drinking milk and eating her wheaties or whatever, big shot athlete, sell me some cereal and some running shoes? yes you too, little black girl, can rise to stardom and maybe if you're lucky you'll be involved in a world-class sports doping scandal! the best part is that eventually you'll become famous for lying and cheating! THE AMERICAN DREAM IS ALIVE!!
porsche is getting quite a lot of storytelling leverage out of quoting me, of course the me she is quoting is post-5 beers and a quarter bottle of rum. i flat out wrestled her to the ground outside our house, and then at some point i uttered those immortal words that melt every heart:
"i gotta stick my finger up there, and wiggle it around".
my verdict is in and cheap wine is tired. i drank a bottle of yellow tail riesling recently, which i usually think is decent for cheap wine. a)it did not taste good, it was like you had soaked green apples in grain alcohol. b) i couldn't even really get a handle on if i got buzzed or not. i felt cheated and so its back to good old reliable beer. for a dollar more, the six pack of sierra nevada pale ale would probably have lasted me 2 or 3 days and been much, much, much more satisfying.
i am like, hard-core into the wiggles. can you believe that greg turned out to be jesus? awesome plotting. i may be thinking of something else.
remember when marion jones was being marketed as proof that you can accomplish your dreams and reach your goals EVEN IF YOU ARE A BLACK AND A GIRL? or whatever they meant by it, remember her on posters in schools? drinking milk and eating her wheaties or whatever, big shot athlete, sell me some cereal and some running shoes? yes you too, little black girl, can rise to stardom and maybe if you're lucky you'll be involved in a world-class sports doping scandal! the best part is that eventually you'll become famous for lying and cheating! THE AMERICAN DREAM IS ALIVE!!
porsche is getting quite a lot of storytelling leverage out of quoting me, of course the me she is quoting is post-5 beers and a quarter bottle of rum. i flat out wrestled her to the ground outside our house, and then at some point i uttered those immortal words that melt every heart:
"i gotta stick my finger up there, and wiggle it around".
my verdict is in and cheap wine is tired. i drank a bottle of yellow tail riesling recently, which i usually think is decent for cheap wine. a)it did not taste good, it was like you had soaked green apples in grain alcohol. b) i couldn't even really get a handle on if i got buzzed or not. i felt cheated and so its back to good old reliable beer. for a dollar more, the six pack of sierra nevada pale ale would probably have lasted me 2 or 3 days and been much, much, much more satisfying.
i am like, hard-core into the wiggles. can you believe that greg turned out to be jesus? awesome plotting. i may be thinking of something else.
Tuesday
what it is: the teapot dome scandal
random goat copulating with elephant.
oh yeah i need more of this guy's commentary on anything. thats what i call news, is a fucking liar's rambling opinion of how his bloodline fits into 'the american dream'.
"I am the son of a Mexican cotton picker and a construction worker who never finished grade school, and I served as the Attorney General of the United States. If anyone ever tries to tell you the American dream doesn't exist, or that you can't achieve it, I hope you'll prove them wrong"
because i sure as fuck didn't, and neither did my stated example, is how that should end.
OH PLEASE CNN, GIVE ME MORE OF THIS FUCKING UNDEAD WEASEL'S COMMENTARY ON EVERYTHING. PLEASE. IM DYING TO KNOW WHAT SUCH A FUCK-HEAD THINKS ABOUT ALL KINDS OF OTHER SUBJECTS THAT AREN'T PERTINENT EITHER.
i hope the next crony who has to jump bush's ship can write a little better than this, if that's where CNN is farming their commentators.
oh yeah i need more of this guy's commentary on anything. thats what i call news, is a fucking liar's rambling opinion of how his bloodline fits into 'the american dream'.
"I am the son of a Mexican cotton picker and a construction worker who never finished grade school, and I served as the Attorney General of the United States. If anyone ever tries to tell you the American dream doesn't exist, or that you can't achieve it, I hope you'll prove them wrong"
because i sure as fuck didn't, and neither did my stated example, is how that should end.
OH PLEASE CNN, GIVE ME MORE OF THIS FUCKING UNDEAD WEASEL'S COMMENTARY ON EVERYTHING. PLEASE. IM DYING TO KNOW WHAT SUCH A FUCK-HEAD THINKS ABOUT ALL KINDS OF OTHER SUBJECTS THAT AREN'T PERTINENT EITHER.
i hope the next crony who has to jump bush's ship can write a little better than this, if that's where CNN is farming their commentators.
done
a few days into the no-posts drought i realize that fuck the format, again, and fuck everything else too, and fuck you and your mother. this is my house. this is my house. and you are just a bunch of bol weevils under that fancy mask of yours.
thats very funny, a fly marrying a bumble bee.
news vaccuum. it sounds pretty. i wonder if we could get a high-c out of it, if i make the bore just right. stay with me here.
dont run away!
also my work email is wstrad@citizensmemorial.com, please send lolcats there. please.
dont stay up all night worrying yourself; the medical profession is as amateur and mediocre and straight-up-wrong as your workplace, too. im glad i was able to assuage your concerns on this matter.
jerry's final thought: there are a lot of wetback transexual carnies out there, tossing my salad and hand-churning my cole-slaw, but in the end we all get along because we all die; dead people are easy to get along with.
thats very funny, a fly marrying a bumble bee.
news vaccuum. it sounds pretty. i wonder if we could get a high-c out of it, if i make the bore just right. stay with me here.
dont run away!
also my work email is wstrad@citizensmemorial.com, please send lolcats there. please.
dont stay up all night worrying yourself; the medical profession is as amateur and mediocre and straight-up-wrong as your workplace, too. im glad i was able to assuage your concerns on this matter.
jerry's final thought: there are a lot of wetback transexual carnies out there, tossing my salad and hand-churning my cole-slaw, but in the end we all get along because we all die; dead people are easy to get along with.
Monday
stay away #6
stay away from 312 urban wheat ale from goose island beer company. i tried it this weekend, sessioned the six-pack, and came away thoroughly underwhelmed.
i had previously avoided this beer for 2 reasons, a) it was marketed as 'urban', and b) it looked really really light, even for a wheat beer. the info on the company website, however, told me that 312 was unfiltered, 'hazy' even, so i was hopeful when i busted the six-pack out, to find: an 'unfiltered' beer that looks filtered yet. there are some consolation flakes of yeast or chaff or whatever, floating amidst the bubbles of a mostly crystal-clear beer, but you're going to have to take a close look to notice them. taste-wise the 312 is just completely non-descript.
am i being spoiled by paulaner hefeweisen, with the sediment you have to churn up out of the bottle? it makes a wonderful taste cloud in that ale. though less full of taste than the paulaner, schlafly's hefeweisen still out-performed 312, from what i recall.
i need more of a taste profile in my wheat beer. like sunshine, from new belgium brewing. filtered, yet distinctive enough with its coriander/orange peel taste, to not get boring.
goose island are usually pretty good and i enjoyed their brown ale but not 312 urban wheat.
i had previously avoided this beer for 2 reasons, a) it was marketed as 'urban', and b) it looked really really light, even for a wheat beer. the info on the company website, however, told me that 312 was unfiltered, 'hazy' even, so i was hopeful when i busted the six-pack out, to find: an 'unfiltered' beer that looks filtered yet. there are some consolation flakes of yeast or chaff or whatever, floating amidst the bubbles of a mostly crystal-clear beer, but you're going to have to take a close look to notice them. taste-wise the 312 is just completely non-descript.
am i being spoiled by paulaner hefeweisen, with the sediment you have to churn up out of the bottle? it makes a wonderful taste cloud in that ale. though less full of taste than the paulaner, schlafly's hefeweisen still out-performed 312, from what i recall.
i need more of a taste profile in my wheat beer. like sunshine, from new belgium brewing. filtered, yet distinctive enough with its coriander/orange peel taste, to not get boring.
goose island are usually pretty good and i enjoyed their brown ale but not 312 urban wheat.
Thursday
state of the nation fireside chat #2
more random bits today instead of real (ha!) content.
-O.J. simpson back in the news and i could not care less, absolutely could not care less. i'm thinking about starting an extra theme for posts, "i dont give a shit". i dont give a shit #1 would be oj stealing sports memorabilia from a casino. this is pathetic for news, how is it that they can't find something else to talk about? what a scam. the news is a shell game run by the pentaverate.
-there's a story on cnn online about october being a big beer month (link provided here) and inside the article there's a nifty statistic listed:
"There were 364 microbreweries and 975 brewpubs operating in the U.S. in 2006 pumping out 6.7 million barrels, according to the Brewers Association." take that for what you will, i have no analysis.
-how do you feel about instrumental music? i like instrumentals, not that i dont like vocals. but porsche had real trouble listening to anything that doesnt have lyrics. what up with that? i think of getting to a point where you have the patience for an instrumental, as being a growth thing, where your ability to appreciate music has grown by another stage.
-we're going to try and have people over to the house saturday to hang out, eat some burgers, maybe drink a lil, and just sit around and shoot the shit. if you are interested gimme a call, 417 840 8530. or email wstrad@citizensmemorial.com for more info.
-O.J. simpson back in the news and i could not care less, absolutely could not care less. i'm thinking about starting an extra theme for posts, "i dont give a shit". i dont give a shit #1 would be oj stealing sports memorabilia from a casino. this is pathetic for news, how is it that they can't find something else to talk about? what a scam. the news is a shell game run by the pentaverate.
-there's a story on cnn online about october being a big beer month (link provided here) and inside the article there's a nifty statistic listed:
"There were 364 microbreweries and 975 brewpubs operating in the U.S. in 2006 pumping out 6.7 million barrels, according to the Brewers Association." take that for what you will, i have no analysis.
-how do you feel about instrumental music? i like instrumentals, not that i dont like vocals. but porsche had real trouble listening to anything that doesnt have lyrics. what up with that? i think of getting to a point where you have the patience for an instrumental, as being a growth thing, where your ability to appreciate music has grown by another stage.
-we're going to try and have people over to the house saturday to hang out, eat some burgers, maybe drink a lil, and just sit around and shoot the shit. if you are interested gimme a call, 417 840 8530. or email wstrad@citizensmemorial.com for more info.
Wednesday
stay away #5
stay away from pumpkin ale.
for about 3 years in a row, every fall, i would get suckered into purchasing a six-pack of pumpkin-spiced beer. hey, i like beer, i like seasonal brews, i like weird stuff. pumpkin certainly sounds weird, and the brands i usually see are buffalo bill's and blue moon--guys i like--so what's the harm?
well i usually get through the first bottle and then it hits me: drinking pumpkin ale is like drinking a spice rack. like someone took a flavor packet that should have gone into pie, and just dumped it in. i have one word for you: grainy.
all in all, pumpkin beers sound great and then later you are just scratching your head going 'why?' as you stare at the 4 spice-laden bottles you have left.
for about 3 years in a row, every fall, i would get suckered into purchasing a six-pack of pumpkin-spiced beer. hey, i like beer, i like seasonal brews, i like weird stuff. pumpkin certainly sounds weird, and the brands i usually see are buffalo bill's and blue moon--guys i like--so what's the harm?
well i usually get through the first bottle and then it hits me: drinking pumpkin ale is like drinking a spice rack. like someone took a flavor packet that should have gone into pie, and just dumped it in. i have one word for you: grainy.
all in all, pumpkin beers sound great and then later you are just scratching your head going 'why?' as you stare at the 4 spice-laden bottles you have left.
check out #8
check out these beers! writing the entry for honker's ale reminded me that i used to do a '20 good beers' list on the first iteration of this blog. here's my new list of 20, its not definitive (or in any particular order) but i think each entry is a good call.
paulaner munchen hefeweisen
sierra nevada pale ale
guinness draught (in the cans, NOT the bottles)
boddingtons (also in cute lil draught cans)
old speckled hen
bell's two hearted ale
genesee cream ale
hoegaarden
schlafly summer kolsch
pilsner urquell
bell's oberon ale
schlafly winter ESB
samuel adams boston lager
newcastle
old rasputin imperial stout
sunshine wheat by new belgium brewing
bell's expedition stout
samuel smith's oatmeal stout
bufallo bill's orange blossom cream ale
hitachino white ale
now remember, no order and not definitive. there are other good beers out there. these just come to mind this morning.
to see reviews and ratings on these, or any other beer for that matter, point your browser in the direction of either of these sites:
-the beer advocate-
-rate beer-
where you will find searchable databases and all other sorts of beer goodies. be warned that certain parts of each site will require you to register with the site. i like searching the beer advocate database, but don't want to register with that site, so ive found a handy shortcut: if you're looking for a specific beer, you can just use google. for example, if you want to see the BA entry for honker's ale, just google "honker's ale beer advocate" and the entry should pop up in your results.
PROST!
paulaner munchen hefeweisen
sierra nevada pale ale
guinness draught (in the cans, NOT the bottles)
boddingtons (also in cute lil draught cans)
old speckled hen
bell's two hearted ale
genesee cream ale
hoegaarden
schlafly summer kolsch
pilsner urquell
bell's oberon ale
schlafly winter ESB
samuel adams boston lager
newcastle
old rasputin imperial stout
sunshine wheat by new belgium brewing
bell's expedition stout
samuel smith's oatmeal stout
bufallo bill's orange blossom cream ale
hitachino white ale
now remember, no order and not definitive. there are other good beers out there. these just come to mind this morning.
to see reviews and ratings on these, or any other beer for that matter, point your browser in the direction of either of these sites:
-the beer advocate-
-rate beer-
where you will find searchable databases and all other sorts of beer goodies. be warned that certain parts of each site will require you to register with the site. i like searching the beer advocate database, but don't want to register with that site, so ive found a handy shortcut: if you're looking for a specific beer, you can just use google. for example, if you want to see the BA entry for honker's ale, just google "honker's ale beer advocate" and the entry should pop up in your results.
PROST!
stay away #4
stay away from talking like a pirate today. please. PLEASE. its more than i can take, for something that was a little funny at first to be latched onto like this, and continued for so long past its welcome. stop talking like a fucking pirate on september 19th. i implore you.
why would you want to join a bunch of hollow, brain-dead college coeds and bored high-schoolers, in celebrating a holiday invented in 1995 (and here comes the important part)by THESE guys:
come on now. im pretty sure i have no interest in anything those guys invented. and i have no interest in you throwing 'ARRR ME BUCKO' into your conversation.
of particular note, the 'talk like a pirate day' wikipedia entry includes a link, in the 'see also' section, to wikipedia's entry for homosexuality. proving that wikipedia is sometimes almost more than correct.
why would you want to join a bunch of hollow, brain-dead college coeds and bored high-schoolers, in celebrating a holiday invented in 1995 (and here comes the important part)by THESE guys:
come on now. im pretty sure i have no interest in anything those guys invented. and i have no interest in you throwing 'ARRR ME BUCKO' into your conversation.
of particular note, the 'talk like a pirate day' wikipedia entry includes a link, in the 'see also' section, to wikipedia's entry for homosexuality. proving that wikipedia is sometimes almost more than correct.
check out #7
check out honker's ale from goose island beer company. being an idiot, i thought that this was a new offering when i saw it at the grocery; turns out that honker's ale is the first product that goose island ever offered. shame on me for taking so long to try it. its even an ESB, which is just my style (here i was waiting for schlafly winter ESB to come out in november, and goose island sells their ESB year-round!).
i was well pleased by honkers, its like a british pale ale with a little malt balance and low carbonation. the hops taste is sharp enough that it reminds me a little of sierra nevada pale ale. this pronounced hoppiness makes me want to do a comparison taste-testing, between GI honkers and GI's india pale ale, to get a clearer indication of what the differences are.
i WILL still be waiting for november for the schlafly winter ESB. not that honker's doesn't deliver, its just that schlafly's take on the style is PHENOMENAL. honker's will do a fine job of tiding me over until then, though.
i would definitely reccommend honkers to someone who likes amber-style or british ales, as long as they are ok with a little hops bite. its not overwhelming but its definitely there.
PS-props to goose island for labelling all their beers with a glassware suggestion. that kicks ass.
i was well pleased by honkers, its like a british pale ale with a little malt balance and low carbonation. the hops taste is sharp enough that it reminds me a little of sierra nevada pale ale. this pronounced hoppiness makes me want to do a comparison taste-testing, between GI honkers and GI's india pale ale, to get a clearer indication of what the differences are.
i WILL still be waiting for november for the schlafly winter ESB. not that honker's doesn't deliver, its just that schlafly's take on the style is PHENOMENAL. honker's will do a fine job of tiding me over until then, though.
i would definitely reccommend honkers to someone who likes amber-style or british ales, as long as they are ok with a little hops bite. its not overwhelming but its definitely there.
PS-props to goose island for labelling all their beers with a glassware suggestion. that kicks ass.
Friday
stay away #3
stay away from banquet's family size 'creamy broccoli chicken and cheese with rice' microwave meal.
the shit is vile. it is impressively bad when you can get a 'mushy tasteless mashed potatoes' texture out of food that doesn't actually contain mashed potatoes. my usual trick, over-cooking the meal by about twice, still yielded a tasteless mush. the chicken is of the 'grey, cubed' variety. i salvaged some of the cheese, where it could be picked from the top without getting a grey deathcube, and trashed the rest. god banquet, this sucked horribly. i know it was cheap but man. what do you have against poor kids?
the shit is vile. it is impressively bad when you can get a 'mushy tasteless mashed potatoes' texture out of food that doesn't actually contain mashed potatoes. my usual trick, over-cooking the meal by about twice, still yielded a tasteless mush. the chicken is of the 'grey, cubed' variety. i salvaged some of the cheese, where it could be picked from the top without getting a grey deathcube, and trashed the rest. god banquet, this sucked horribly. i know it was cheap but man. what do you have against poor kids?
state of the nation fireside chat #1
you may have noticed (or you may have not) that i am trying out a format for the blog, whereby the posts are going to be a little more focused, and split into one of several series:
-"check out", wherein i will implore you to 'check out x', usually something i am strongly interested in at the time.
-"stay away", wherein i will warn you to 'stay away from x', usually something that hacks me off, or is of poor quality.
-"state of the nation fireside chat", wherein i will give random status updates, and mention things that i don't quite want to fit into the other categories.
so, thats the plan for now. some random notes for this friday, before we conclude:
-i've been trying this novel thing, where a day passes by without me consuming any alcoholic beverages. those familiar with me in the last 5 or so years may pass out after reading that; smelling salts may be obtained by their concerned loved ones by sending a self-addressed stamped envelope to jesus. anyways, seriously, its been 3 days since i had anything to drink, and before that i had a whole week going, i think. its friday though and i'm going to get a six-pack this afternoon. still, thats a far cry from getting a six pack or bottle of wine, nearly every damn day, for the last forever. its been nearly two weeks and all ive had is one bottle of wine (rosemount 2004, which made me rethink how much i liked the 2005. how the fuck is there so much variability in wine?) and the beer this evening.
-the rental place (enterprise) that supplied me with car when mine got hit by a jackass sports-car idiot, is now trying to dick me around on the bill, so ive been dealing with that this week. it does not excuse the lack of posting in the latter part, but hey. what has occurred is the asshole's insurance (AAA) set me up with enterprise, and then the enterprise guy told me that i had to take out insurance on the rental for it to be legal. now that im billed, it turns out that the insurance was listed as an optional thing, so AAA isn't going to pay for it. it also turns out that enterprise is charging me for two extra days of rental. so in the end, THE INSURANCE OF THE DICK-HOLE WHO WRECKED INTO MY CAR is going to pay for UNDER HALF of the bill from the rental car THEY SET UP FOR ME. so im a little bothered by that.
-kit kat, my beloved older cat, is limping around, not using her front left paw. and i am scared as shit about it. i've got an appointment to take her to the vet next week. she will move her arm and extend it, and doesnt seem like anything hurts her unless you want to look at that paw, but she won't put any weight on the arm; shes just got it hanging. but again, she can move it and doesn't seem averse to moving it around, or having it be in different degrees of bend.
still its my kitty and shes old and im scared. i want my kitty to be ok. shes kind of keeping to herself and its scary.
-i know i already mentioned getting beer this afternoon, but i wanted to speak specifically about my selection. i'm going to be selecting a beer @ woods grocery, and they have an OK selection, nothing spectacular but good for a grocer. im still not certain but i've narrowed down my choices to: goose island nut brown ale, goose island honker's ale, sam adams brown ale or sam adams boston lager. it'd be my first time trying either of the goose island selections; i may try the honkers because i read that its an ESB (extra special bitter) and i dig that style of ale. infact as soon as november hits, i'll be stocking up on possibly my favorite local beer: Schlafly's winter ESB, which won't be available until then.
hope your weekend is nice, if you are in the bolivar area and want to hang out and shoot some pool, gimme a ring: 417 840 8530. i'll give you directions to the farmhouse.
prost!
-"check out", wherein i will implore you to 'check out x', usually something i am strongly interested in at the time.
-"stay away", wherein i will warn you to 'stay away from x', usually something that hacks me off, or is of poor quality.
-"state of the nation fireside chat", wherein i will give random status updates, and mention things that i don't quite want to fit into the other categories.
so, thats the plan for now. some random notes for this friday, before we conclude:
-i've been trying this novel thing, where a day passes by without me consuming any alcoholic beverages. those familiar with me in the last 5 or so years may pass out after reading that; smelling salts may be obtained by their concerned loved ones by sending a self-addressed stamped envelope to jesus. anyways, seriously, its been 3 days since i had anything to drink, and before that i had a whole week going, i think. its friday though and i'm going to get a six-pack this afternoon. still, thats a far cry from getting a six pack or bottle of wine, nearly every damn day, for the last forever. its been nearly two weeks and all ive had is one bottle of wine (rosemount 2004, which made me rethink how much i liked the 2005. how the fuck is there so much variability in wine?) and the beer this evening.
-the rental place (enterprise) that supplied me with car when mine got hit by a jackass sports-car idiot, is now trying to dick me around on the bill, so ive been dealing with that this week. it does not excuse the lack of posting in the latter part, but hey. what has occurred is the asshole's insurance (AAA) set me up with enterprise, and then the enterprise guy told me that i had to take out insurance on the rental for it to be legal. now that im billed, it turns out that the insurance was listed as an optional thing, so AAA isn't going to pay for it. it also turns out that enterprise is charging me for two extra days of rental. so in the end, THE INSURANCE OF THE DICK-HOLE WHO WRECKED INTO MY CAR is going to pay for UNDER HALF of the bill from the rental car THEY SET UP FOR ME. so im a little bothered by that.
-kit kat, my beloved older cat, is limping around, not using her front left paw. and i am scared as shit about it. i've got an appointment to take her to the vet next week. she will move her arm and extend it, and doesnt seem like anything hurts her unless you want to look at that paw, but she won't put any weight on the arm; shes just got it hanging. but again, she can move it and doesn't seem averse to moving it around, or having it be in different degrees of bend.
still its my kitty and shes old and im scared. i want my kitty to be ok. shes kind of keeping to herself and its scary.
-i know i already mentioned getting beer this afternoon, but i wanted to speak specifically about my selection. i'm going to be selecting a beer @ woods grocery, and they have an OK selection, nothing spectacular but good for a grocer. im still not certain but i've narrowed down my choices to: goose island nut brown ale, goose island honker's ale, sam adams brown ale or sam adams boston lager. it'd be my first time trying either of the goose island selections; i may try the honkers because i read that its an ESB (extra special bitter) and i dig that style of ale. infact as soon as november hits, i'll be stocking up on possibly my favorite local beer: Schlafly's winter ESB, which won't be available until then.
hope your weekend is nice, if you are in the bolivar area and want to hang out and shoot some pool, gimme a ring: 417 840 8530. i'll give you directions to the farmhouse.
prost!
check out #6
check out john k's blog.
mr Kricfalusi may be best known as the creator of ren and stimpy; he was also highly involved with ralph bakshi's mighty mouse, which older heads may remember. his blog, 'all kinds of stuff', is about all kinds of stuff, oddly enough. but, predictably, he has a lot of interesting things to say about animation in particular. i would almost call him an animation historian.
so check it out!
mr Kricfalusi may be best known as the creator of ren and stimpy; he was also highly involved with ralph bakshi's mighty mouse, which older heads may remember. his blog, 'all kinds of stuff', is about all kinds of stuff, oddly enough. but, predictably, he has a lot of interesting things to say about animation in particular. i would almost call him an animation historian.
so check it out!
check out #5
check out this upcoming event for michael jackson, the beer hunter.
the who?
michael jackson, you bastard, the beer hunter. he literally wrote the book on modern ale/beer styles. he also, in later years, reviewed a lot of single malt scotch whiskey, and that is also commendable. but he will be known to the ages as a beer expert.
mr. jackson's beer book, with its descriptions of various styles of ale, became kind of a blue-print for many home- and micro-brewers. he is probably the single biggest reason why beer lovers have it as good as they do right now. he's at least partially responsible for there being such an amazing diversity of high-quality beers available today, also for the fact that i have glassware in my household designed specifically for beer. read more about the man in hisa wikipedia entry.
mr. jackson died at the end of last month, and as detailed in the first link i posted, a world-wide toast for michael is being planned, for the end of this month.
the who?
michael jackson, you bastard, the beer hunter. he literally wrote the book on modern ale/beer styles. he also, in later years, reviewed a lot of single malt scotch whiskey, and that is also commendable. but he will be known to the ages as a beer expert.
mr. jackson's beer book, with its descriptions of various styles of ale, became kind of a blue-print for many home- and micro-brewers. he is probably the single biggest reason why beer lovers have it as good as they do right now. he's at least partially responsible for there being such an amazing diversity of high-quality beers available today, also for the fact that i have glassware in my household designed specifically for beer. read more about the man in hisa wikipedia entry.
mr. jackson died at the end of last month, and as detailed in the first link i posted, a world-wide toast for michael is being planned, for the end of this month.
Tuesday
check out #4
check out some mini-comics! before the internet, i would have had to travel far out of my way to find a minis-friendly comic store, to facilitate buying a few. now you can order a bundle of them online!
size matters is a blog that reviews mini-comics, and they also have quite a few links to resources about buying and making them.
another fine place to buy minis and read reviews of them is optical sloth.
size matters is a blog that reviews mini-comics, and they also have quite a few links to resources about buying and making them.
another fine place to buy minis and read reviews of them is optical sloth.
check out #3
check out ramen. but not just any ramen--check out this particular flavor, available from maruchan:
thats right baby, you want the lime chili flavor with shrimp. or, as it is alternatively called a little lower on the package, "limon chili habanero flavored".
i bought this in the 6-pack of instant cups format, available at walmart. the shrinkwrap on the package is black, to let me know that this ramen kicks ass.
ive heard that there are better brands of ramen than maruchan but a)I haven't tried them and b)I defy those companies to sell me a lime/chili-flavored ramen. until that occurs, this stuff is golden.
seriously. lime chili. spicey. limey. try it.
thats right baby, you want the lime chili flavor with shrimp. or, as it is alternatively called a little lower on the package, "limon chili habanero flavored".
i bought this in the 6-pack of instant cups format, available at walmart. the shrinkwrap on the package is black, to let me know that this ramen kicks ass.
ive heard that there are better brands of ramen than maruchan but a)I haven't tried them and b)I defy those companies to sell me a lime/chili-flavored ramen. until that occurs, this stuff is golden.
seriously. lime chili. spicey. limey. try it.
Monday
stay away #2
stay away from tideland, the latest film from terry gilliam.
dammit terry, you directed 12 monkeys and the fear and loathing adaptation. you directed baron munchasen. you make visually stunning, strange, stubbornly independent movies. i am supposed to like tideland.
i had read that this movie was controversial and that critics seemed to either love it or hate it. every time the controversial nature of the film was referenced somewhere, it came with mention of the drug use in the movie: the main character is a young girl who helps her father with the administration of his heroin dose. the shooting-up isn't really that big a component of the film, but from what i had read, you would surmise that this was the controversial bit of tideland. no problem, right?
a terry gilliam film shrouded in controversy, by its sheer weirdness and by drug-use scenes. sounds right up my alley, yes?
dammit terry. im supposed to like tideland.
i love confounding, weird-ass movies, the type where you need to watch it several times to really pick up on whats going on. i love 'eternal sunshine of the spotless mind', 'donnie darko', 'waking life', that type of thing. these movies have taught me patience, and eventually each one rewarded that patience.
tideland starts out with some trademark sprawling-visual gilliam fare. soon though, we are in isolation with our main character, and the story just stalls.
my girlfriend and i made maybe 4 different attempts to watch the rest of the movie. god it is boring. i tried to be patient, and find something in the movie to latch onto, to keep my interest peaked. i came up empty.
the last time porsche and i tried to get through the film, we got pretty close by my reckoning. i was committed, very committed, to finish this damn thing. i felt like maybe the last 5 minutes or whatever would *PLEASE DEAR GOD* tie the wretched thing together.
so we're in this movie watching a little girl hang out with a lobotomized hill-person, playing make believe about submarines and sharks while they stumble around the desert. the hill person's hill-person mother has mummified the main character's father, and they are all kind of a make-shift family at this point. i feel like ive taken a lot of psychic lumps from mr gilliam to stay with the movie up to this point.
then the hill-person and the little girl start making out. then she basically asks him to show her his penis.
then tideland comes out of my dvd player and back to the rental store.
dammit terry, i am supposed to like this movie.
dammit terry, you directed 12 monkeys and the fear and loathing adaptation. you directed baron munchasen. you make visually stunning, strange, stubbornly independent movies. i am supposed to like tideland.
i had read that this movie was controversial and that critics seemed to either love it or hate it. every time the controversial nature of the film was referenced somewhere, it came with mention of the drug use in the movie: the main character is a young girl who helps her father with the administration of his heroin dose. the shooting-up isn't really that big a component of the film, but from what i had read, you would surmise that this was the controversial bit of tideland. no problem, right?
a terry gilliam film shrouded in controversy, by its sheer weirdness and by drug-use scenes. sounds right up my alley, yes?
dammit terry. im supposed to like tideland.
i love confounding, weird-ass movies, the type where you need to watch it several times to really pick up on whats going on. i love 'eternal sunshine of the spotless mind', 'donnie darko', 'waking life', that type of thing. these movies have taught me patience, and eventually each one rewarded that patience.
tideland starts out with some trademark sprawling-visual gilliam fare. soon though, we are in isolation with our main character, and the story just stalls.
my girlfriend and i made maybe 4 different attempts to watch the rest of the movie. god it is boring. i tried to be patient, and find something in the movie to latch onto, to keep my interest peaked. i came up empty.
the last time porsche and i tried to get through the film, we got pretty close by my reckoning. i was committed, very committed, to finish this damn thing. i felt like maybe the last 5 minutes or whatever would *PLEASE DEAR GOD* tie the wretched thing together.
so we're in this movie watching a little girl hang out with a lobotomized hill-person, playing make believe about submarines and sharks while they stumble around the desert. the hill person's hill-person mother has mummified the main character's father, and they are all kind of a make-shift family at this point. i feel like ive taken a lot of psychic lumps from mr gilliam to stay with the movie up to this point.
then the hill-person and the little girl start making out. then she basically asks him to show her his penis.
then tideland comes out of my dvd player and back to the rental store.
dammit terry, i am supposed to like this movie.
check out #2
check out John Porcellino's King-Cat comics. John has published his own digest-size mini-comic for a long long time, 'king cat comics and stories', and sells it through his website and elsewhere. the books exude cool with their simple-yet-quality linework. john has actually published a reprint book of the best material from these minis, a book i will be looking for in the future.
Friday
check out #1
check out this awesome collection of correspondence. dan stafford wrote to several alt-comics greats, interview style, and they actually responded!
then a legitimate comics-blogger posted the link on his (much, much better than mine) blog. then i stole said link.
tom spurgeon, beelzebub has a devil put aside for me because i leech my content off of you. your blog is amazing. i am a scheister.
then a legitimate comics-blogger posted the link on his (much, much better than mine) blog. then i stole said link.
tom spurgeon, beelzebub has a devil put aside for me because i leech my content off of you. your blog is amazing. i am a scheister.
stay away #1.
stay away from the music of deana martin.
who??
deana martin.
you know dean martin, right? the italian drunk from the rat pack. that's harsh though; i really actually like dean's singing. i understand why people have a healthy respect for dean-o, and i don't begrudge the guy his spot in the history of popular music. hell, im a drunk most of the time too.
well when dean had a daughter, someone decided it'd be just fuckin cute to name her deana. like dean with an a. its not like i was around at the time, so there may be an elaborate story or underlying reason. but i can almost garantee that it was more like 'aw hell that'd be fuckin cute'.
then, later on, deana got the great idea that she'd follow in her father's footsteps and be a singer. which would have been great for everyone, except that shes a HORRIBLE singer. HORRIBLE.
deana martin songs are instantly recognizable as horrible covers of rat pack classics. it sounds like my mom singing 'amore'. which isn't a knock at my mom's singing ability, its just that mom knows, and i know, that SHES NOT A SINGER. but deana doesn't know this.
deana doesn't understand that the songs she is covering are special, and that good performances of them hinge on something special in the singers voice. dean and frank and sammy all had interesting, unique voices. they had peculiarities in their delivery. they brought a lot of feeling into these songs-thats why they became classics. the rat pack did not get their fame from doing 'by the numbers' performances.
when deana does 'memories are made of this' or 'sway me more', there's nothing special there. she's basically on-key, she hits all the notes. nothing less, NOTHING MORE. its by the numbers.
how could you not realize that a 'competent' delivery of a classic awesome song will sound like shit? it sounds like shit deana, because we know how good it can be. we know what your dad brought to a song, or what sammy davis jr or frank sinatra brought to a song. they made it shine. a competent performance will not do.
maybe if deana was doing a new song, then i wouldn't notice so much. she unfailingly chooses covers of the rat pack songs, that have already been IMMORTALIZED by stunning performances, by people she can't hope to out-do. its a losing race.
"well then wes, why do you listen to her?"
i am forced to listen to deana through the magic of a syndicated radio station known as 'the music of your life'. this is what we listen to at work, and usually its good, because they DO also run the actual classic rat pack stuff, as well as all kinds of other interesting old songs. its like nostalgia radio--they even have little bumpers with an announcer saying 'remember those great old songs you used to hear on the radio? theyre all here on the music of your life'. thats kind of the station's pitch.
again let me say, they actually do some pretty good programming. there's a lot of variety--i must have heard a billion versions of 'fly me to the moon' by now, including an instrumental samba version, and thats damn nifty.
but they do me wrong- wrong, wrong wrong- by letting deana be a deejay, and by putting her songs in the rotation.
so if you have a choice, if you can manage it, if you aren't yet scarred by the mediocre singing of deana martin, i have this advice for you:
STAY AWAY.
who??
deana martin.
you know dean martin, right? the italian drunk from the rat pack. that's harsh though; i really actually like dean's singing. i understand why people have a healthy respect for dean-o, and i don't begrudge the guy his spot in the history of popular music. hell, im a drunk most of the time too.
well when dean had a daughter, someone decided it'd be just fuckin cute to name her deana. like dean with an a. its not like i was around at the time, so there may be an elaborate story or underlying reason. but i can almost garantee that it was more like 'aw hell that'd be fuckin cute'.
then, later on, deana got the great idea that she'd follow in her father's footsteps and be a singer. which would have been great for everyone, except that shes a HORRIBLE singer. HORRIBLE.
deana martin songs are instantly recognizable as horrible covers of rat pack classics. it sounds like my mom singing 'amore'. which isn't a knock at my mom's singing ability, its just that mom knows, and i know, that SHES NOT A SINGER. but deana doesn't know this.
deana doesn't understand that the songs she is covering are special, and that good performances of them hinge on something special in the singers voice. dean and frank and sammy all had interesting, unique voices. they had peculiarities in their delivery. they brought a lot of feeling into these songs-thats why they became classics. the rat pack did not get their fame from doing 'by the numbers' performances.
when deana does 'memories are made of this' or 'sway me more', there's nothing special there. she's basically on-key, she hits all the notes. nothing less, NOTHING MORE. its by the numbers.
how could you not realize that a 'competent' delivery of a classic awesome song will sound like shit? it sounds like shit deana, because we know how good it can be. we know what your dad brought to a song, or what sammy davis jr or frank sinatra brought to a song. they made it shine. a competent performance will not do.
maybe if deana was doing a new song, then i wouldn't notice so much. she unfailingly chooses covers of the rat pack songs, that have already been IMMORTALIZED by stunning performances, by people she can't hope to out-do. its a losing race.
"well then wes, why do you listen to her?"
i am forced to listen to deana through the magic of a syndicated radio station known as 'the music of your life'. this is what we listen to at work, and usually its good, because they DO also run the actual classic rat pack stuff, as well as all kinds of other interesting old songs. its like nostalgia radio--they even have little bumpers with an announcer saying 'remember those great old songs you used to hear on the radio? theyre all here on the music of your life'. thats kind of the station's pitch.
again let me say, they actually do some pretty good programming. there's a lot of variety--i must have heard a billion versions of 'fly me to the moon' by now, including an instrumental samba version, and thats damn nifty.
but they do me wrong- wrong, wrong wrong- by letting deana be a deejay, and by putting her songs in the rotation.
so if you have a choice, if you can manage it, if you aren't yet scarred by the mediocre singing of deana martin, i have this advice for you:
STAY AWAY.
modus operandi
welcome to the new, improved 'warmth and green paper', being just a stupid little blog written by internet non-personality 'wes s'. a little background is in order.
i started blogging on myspace to waste time about two years ago. i'd just basically comment on whatever the fuck i was thinking about, and then post links to stuff i was reading online.
'warmth and green paper' continues that illustrious tradition. i'm on blogger now, because i can access blogger from work.
this site had a previous incarnation, which i took down maybe a month ago out of disgust. it was too verbose, too full of itself, and trying to do too much.
so, here we are. im not going to stress about getting a daily post in. im not going to be writing up comprehensive beer/wine/whisky reviews. i WILL be telling you what i think and what i like, as it pleases me. i will strive to be concise. i just might turn you on to something you enjoy along the way. or not. that's cool, its just a bit of a time waster really. hope you enjoy.
i started blogging on myspace to waste time about two years ago. i'd just basically comment on whatever the fuck i was thinking about, and then post links to stuff i was reading online.
'warmth and green paper' continues that illustrious tradition. i'm on blogger now, because i can access blogger from work.
this site had a previous incarnation, which i took down maybe a month ago out of disgust. it was too verbose, too full of itself, and trying to do too much.
so, here we are. im not going to stress about getting a daily post in. im not going to be writing up comprehensive beer/wine/whisky reviews. i WILL be telling you what i think and what i like, as it pleases me. i will strive to be concise. i just might turn you on to something you enjoy along the way. or not. that's cool, its just a bit of a time waster really. hope you enjoy.
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