I don’t have the words, the vocabulary; HELL, the entirety of the English language is lacking sufficient descriptors for the totality, the depth and breadth of my anger.
There are times when blogging isn’t the best use of one’s time. Not the ideal venue for personal expression because of the people who might read it, might get hurt.
But FUCK all of that.
THIS is my space and I’m not going to take any guff from pricks, assholes and sons-of-bitches about what I say here or to whom it’s addressed.
So please, kindly, FUCK THE HELL OFF ALL YOU IGNORANT BASTARDS! BURN IN A THOUSAND HELLS!
Happy New Year!
I was in a Very Important Meeting earlier in the day where the subject of “jonesing” or having a “jones” featured quite prominently.
While my touchpoint was You Don’t Know Jack (and their “Jonesing for a question about The Brady Bunch”) theirs were decidedly different:
Artistic and cultural differences aside, I think we all recognize a Jones when we have one. Mine, after the meeting, was for old-school lunch fare, so the wife and I had tater tots.
Hope you find what you’re jonesing for!
Whilst perusing my feeds this afternoon, a certain blog post made me think of a song I hadn’t heard in an age: Sapphire Bullets of Pure Love (the song, not this band or this band (well, maybe that second band))
Pistol shots
Gun shots
Pistol shots
Gun shots
Bullets from a revolver
Bullets from a gun
Bullets through the atmosphere
Here they come
John, I’ve been bad
And they’re coming after me
Done someone wrong
And I fear that it was me
Sapphire bullets
Bullets of pure love
Sapphire bullets
Bullets of pure love
Here’s a little video love that serves two masters:
Of course, that first band - the one who isn’t really the subject of this post - isn’t half-bad either.
I’m just sayin’.
Happy Humpday!
Ah, the joys of being a parent of a school-aged (Pre-K counts) child. Here’s our eldest negotiating for make-up rights, because her friends are doing it, Dad!
Rae: Well, I want to put on nail polish tonight.
Me: Why?
Rae: Well, Aliyah and Lindsey wore nail polish the other day.
Me: And?
Rae: Well, Camille had some on too!
Me: So?
Rae: Well, I want to put some on tonight after school!
Jenn: We’ll see, since we’re really busy because of the holidays.
Rae: Well, ….
Jenn: We can definitely do it this weekend before Santa comes.
This is what it’s become: Raelyn begins every sentence she utters with the word “Well,” and she’s using the well-worn trope of “my friends are doing it” to convince her parents that she should be allowed to follow suit.
Parenthood, what hath you wrought?
If you’re anything like me, you’ll be spending your last week of “work” trolling YouTube for stuff to watch to stave off boredom.
Let me be your guide:
Add equal parts WGA strike, long hiatus and three engrossing seasons, wait until February and enjoy.
UPDATE: Longer trailer and premiere date: January 31, 2008!
I still <3 Jack Nicholson’s Joker, but Heath Ledger has me very interested in this movie.
The video/speaking drowns out the Harley Davidson thunder of a drum solo intro, but they sound nothing like the rest of the song.
Speaking of overwrought, too-long opening intros for songs, have a listen.
Have fun fending off sleep.
UPDATE: Cloverfield! [Via C&T and ATL Malcontent]