.: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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