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This morning, when I punched into work, I saw a sign on the bulletin board that said "Please wear a Patriotic shirt for Friday, July 4" and then blah blah blah. I found it kind of amusing on many levels: how can a shirt be patriotic? Do they mean wear a New England Patriots shirt? How patriotic is patriotic? Can a shirt be TOO patriotic? Is the patriotism null and void or strengthened if it's made in China? Most importantly: do I even have a patriotic shirt?
Of course, after the stomach turning rush of anxiety and fear of maybe not having a patriotic shirt to wear on Friday died down, I came to the realization that the only way a shirt can be patriotic is if the person wearing it wishes to stand for the ideals of the country, and not for some crass desire to be a part of the freedom club or the patriot platoon. So, my patriotic shirt could have a flag on it, it could not. It could have a dragon, Spider-Man, a clever phrase, nothing at all, or I could be wearing nothing at all. When I told this to my co-workers though, they got all fidgety and said, "but you're supposed to wear red, white, and blue", before calling Homeland Security on me. Fortunately, they didn't discover my real name of Abdul, otherwise I wouldn't be here to write this inanity, which is rendered moot by the fact that I have the fourth off anyway, but I found this whole thing kind of amusing. If you did too, great, if not, swell, and if you want to tell me it was stupid, that's your patriotic duty to do so, but fuck you anyway.
Cheers, enjoy the weekend however you fit, and behold my cleverly staged kaiju battle:
Of course, after the stomach turning rush of anxiety and fear of maybe not having a patriotic shirt to wear on Friday died down, I came to the realization that the only way a shirt can be patriotic is if the person wearing it wishes to stand for the ideals of the country, and not for some crass desire to be a part of the freedom club or the patriot platoon. So, my patriotic shirt could have a flag on it, it could not. It could have a dragon, Spider-Man, a clever phrase, nothing at all, or I could be wearing nothing at all. When I told this to my co-workers though, they got all fidgety and said, "but you're supposed to wear red, white, and blue", before calling Homeland Security on me. Fortunately, they didn't discover my real name of Abdul, otherwise I wouldn't be here to write this inanity, which is rendered moot by the fact that I have the fourth off anyway, but I found this whole thing kind of amusing. If you did too, great, if not, swell, and if you want to tell me it was stupid, that's your patriotic duty to do so, but fuck you anyway.
Cheers, enjoy the weekend however you fit, and behold my cleverly staged kaiju battle:
"Go Subliminal: Kill! Kill! Kill!"
I'm going to tell you this once,
and then it'll be over
gnimaercs mom reccos taht ees uoy
bout-ay he-tay vil-eay ildren-chay?
I've opened the door,
you can do it.
ecaf eht ni reh kcams
ith-way a ychich-psay ast-blay!
Now, repeat after me:
this was only a test.
ereh egassem on si ereht.
emember-ray at-thay, ease-play?
I'm going to tell you this once,
and then it'll be over
gnimaercs mom reccos taht ees uoy
bout-ay he-tay vil-eay ildren-chay?
I've opened the door,
you can do it.
ecaf eht ni reh kcams
ith-way a ychich-psay ast-blay!
Now, repeat after me:
this was only a test.
ereh egassem on si ereht.
emember-ray at-thay, ease-play?
After some urging by googirl, I decided to put up some of my writing, so here's a draft of a kind of slipstream poem I'm working on. Not sure if I'll stick with this one or not, but any input, or random insults about my writing, would be great.
"Chrome Buzzards in Harmony"
Stakeout, make out
palace on a lake house.
Through war, and lies,
the king forced us to these lives.
Skate through, make room,
time for Chrome Buzzards to play, too.
We crash the ball
of all the mobsters and John Galt.
Spray paint, out late,
"You're a buncha kids," you say.
But there's much more
as our red visors show.
Then we beat you
to a bloody pulp
with our nightsticks,
like you did to our friends.
We strip you clean
of all your dirty monies
Then we drop a
grenade and skate away.
The blast, so fast,
shines off our livery
"What fun, it's done,
viva la revolution!"
"Chrome Buzzards in Harmony"
Stakeout, make out
palace on a lake house.
Through war, and lies,
the king forced us to these lives.
Skate through, make room,
time for Chrome Buzzards to play, too.
We crash the ball
of all the mobsters and John Galt.
Spray paint, out late,
"You're a buncha kids," you say.
But there's much more
as our red visors show.
Then we beat you
to a bloody pulp
with our nightsticks,
like you did to our friends.
We strip you clean
of all your dirty monies
Then we drop a
grenade and skate away.
The blast, so fast,
shines off our livery
"What fun, it's done,
viva la revolution!"
Holy Fuck! Can it be?! After stumbling around from moving, a bout of the flu, and my own disorganized stupor, have I actually managed to find my way on the Interwebs again? I am shocked. Amazed. Stupified. Awestruck. Dumbstruck. Dumbfound. Slack-jawed. Bewildered. But most of all: giddy, 'cuz now I have my precious internet again, and I have come out of the Industrial Revolution of dialup into the nice, shiny modern-age of broadband! Congrats we3, it only took you a few years longer than everyone else. Guess I better celebrate with some YouTube videos and some hard liquor.
Oh, wait. Have to work morning shift tomorrow. Fuck!
Oh, wait. Have to work morning shift tomorrow. Fuck!
All leased up and ready to go. Now, I'm going through the nightmare of moving my stuff. BBBBBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!
*pulls out chunk of hair*
*pulls out chunk of hair*
Today, I get my first look at the apartment I plan on moving into. It's in a great location and at a price my peon-wages can afford, though I do have to be more strict with my budget.
Unfortunately, the lease says "no pets," and I'm uncomfortable leaving my cats with my parents, who are the only ones able to take them. It's not that they hate cats or anything, it's just that they're absent-minded. When I left one with them a year ago, they forgot that they even let him outside. In the middle of winter. I mean, cats are pretty self-reliant, but they are still domestic animals who will want back in.
Maybe I'm just worrying a bit too much.
Unfortunately, the lease says "no pets," and I'm uncomfortable leaving my cats with my parents, who are the only ones able to take them. It's not that they hate cats or anything, it's just that they're absent-minded. When I left one with them a year ago, they forgot that they even let him outside. In the middle of winter. I mean, cats are pretty self-reliant, but they are still domestic animals who will want back in.
Maybe I'm just worrying a bit too much.
So, I guess there's this Super Bowl that's going to be on TV tomorrow, and I'll probably just catch up on "Lost" with the Season 3 DVD instead. Well, except for the Tom Petty halftime show.
Does anyone even really give a rat's ass about the actual game anymore? Every year it's either the Pats or the Packers, even baseball's become more exciting. Then again, I don't watch sports that much, so this is all moot.
Cheers to another pointless blog.
For sweetloretta: Another cat, doing something not so cute-ish:
Does anyone even really give a rat's ass about the actual game anymore? Every year it's either the Pats or the Packers, even baseball's become more exciting. Then again, I don't watch sports that much, so this is all moot.
Cheers to another pointless blog.
For sweetloretta: Another cat, doing something not so cute-ish:
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