Monthly Archive for October, 2007

Almost a week since my last post.  Not cool.  At this time, few are reading, but still…

The Dude should be flattered that readership has dropped by half or so since he announced his departure.

I have statistics, fucker.

I don't care much about readership.  Of course I want people to read what I say, but what am I saying at this time, really?

Not fucking much.

Part of the main idea of this site was just to be writing.  Everyday.  Get to work, because everyday I don't write, is a day where I lose that finely honed edge I was thinking about getting eventually.

But, enough whining about how often or not I fucking post.

.: Almost a full week since Pip came to live here full time.  She's got her room set up, we have her school schedule worked out nicely.  Homework is getting done and snacks are being had.

Gantor's trip to sunny fucking Florida was waylaid, laid on the way and altogether fucked.

She's fine, but she left Saturday and as of today (Thursday), I still don't know if she made it all the way.  She calls daily with an update that doesn't include the word Florida without it following 'still on the way to'.

.: KOSCO is making me wish for bowel obstructions to keep the constant flow of shit I endure at bay. Things are getting hairier, I am personally getting busier and busier with each fucking tick of the clock. It's a lot to do there, and I wouldn't bitch if it weren't for the fact that I am underpaid for the work I am doing, and even if I were being paid more, it's still too much to get done in a sixty hour week.  

It will get better, they say, when we move to the new facility.  

I will wait and fucking see.

.: Serenity, my car, is about to hit fucking drydock seeing as how everytime we go to fix my brakes, new problems crop up and rear their ugly heads.  Yes, I mix metaphors.  And yes, my car is named Serenity. 

I have the geek thing of naming my car after some sci-fi spaceship or another.  The first car was the Millennium Falcon, which was also the name of the Dude's old car.  Yes, I stole it, Lando.  This was followed by Serenity, named after the ship on the show "Firefly".  Oh, I am such a fucking geek at times.  But with Serenity getting laid up for repairs for a few weeks, I am bringing Gantor's old car out of retirement.  It was nicknamed "the Beast", because it is.  It's an 8 cylinder nightmare from the eighties, and it growls like there's some small child or large midget caught in it's throat.

So while it remains "the Beast", it's also "Galactica" from the reimagined BSG.  Because, the nickname of the Galactica was "the Beast" during the time when the Pegasus was still with us. 

I am such a fucking geek.

And Galactica Razor in just over a month,

Fuckers.

AB 

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.:I've gotten some positive feedback on my 'Che'ness picture.  I'm glad people are liking it.  Feed my ego, you bastiches.

But, I do want to clarify something on the Che thing overall.  I'm not a big fan of Che Guevara.  I'm all for revolution when warranted, but in actuality, the revolutions that Che tried to start (with the exception of Cuba) failed miserably in most cases.  And (include Cuba) said revolutions actually made things a whole lot worse in the countries where the revolutions were attempted.  Failed revolution = Crackdown on the populace.

So why did I Che up my image?

Well, it looked cool.  It was mildly ironic.  It fed my ego a little.  And perhaps most importantly, it gave me something to do when I should have been working.  It only came about because I happened to see the image on the BBC news site, then looked up to see that picture of me flipping the camera off (because that god damn picture is all over the walls at work, they think it's funny… motherfuckers even Warholed it) and decided that the time was right for me to become an icon myself.

Since, you know, in my head I already am.  

.: Gantor has still not moved. Which kinda sucks.  How many times will I think this is goodbye before it is?  It's like when Chef left for the Marine Corps all them years ago.  They kept pushing his departure date back, so instead of the teary-eyed goodbye he got the first time, we were kinda like "Oh, you're leaving?  Okay, bye."  The same thing happened when my Grandmother was dying.  She was always dying.  The doctors kept saying "Say goodbye, she won't last the night," and then she'd recover again for a while.  So finally, it was like "Say goodbye, she won't last the night."

"Okay," we'd reply.  "See you tomorrow, Grandma." And we did.  She eventually died at home, away from hospitals and all that, but she had to sucker punch a nurse to go out her own way.

But I stray from my point.  

Gantor, if you're going, go.  I can't take the emotional rollercoaster shit anymore.  But, hey, you know, don't go if you don't want to.

Pip's room is coming along, at least to the point where her stuff is in it.  That'll be a project for the next few days, getting that shit organized.  I'm glad she's staying with us for the next three months, because I will surely lose my shit when she leaves.

.: Got hammered last Friday.  I haven't been that drunk in quite a while.  Went to see my friends band, "Hooker Dragger".  Didn't see them play though.  I've been to three gigs and only see them play once.  But the hammering happened at Snapper Magee's later in the night.  I'm still getting snippets of the chaos I was up to.

That's why I stay away from the hard stuff kids.

.: Went to the 'Haunted Hayride' in Ulster Park the next night.  It's okay.  It involves standing in lots of lines so that you can eventually take a hayride through some faux haunted woods where teenagers dress up and try to scare you.  Then into line for the corn maze, where teenagers dress up and try to scare you.  Followed by a line for a haunted house where teenagers try to scare you again, and then into another line where I opted out of standing in lines so missed the last haunted feature.

I bet there were teenagers there, dressed up trying to scare you.

In all, it was pretty cool.  Apparently, you should go on a weeknight to avoid the lines.  

Thanks for listening.

AB 

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