You Arrogant Bastard

it's just like spitting back at rain

I spent a good portion of the evening deciding whether or not to post up on here. To be honest, things have been moving at a different pace lately, and I heard rumors of a hot J. Russell entry, which I just now checked out. It gave me the energy to post but I will try to break with my usual pattern and be brief. I’ve got plenty of stuff to talk about. To follow up on the PETA rant, it was kind of funny to see that cow falling down, when the truth is that mad cow disease often spreads as a result of inhumane conditions in factories. It gets transferred through cannibalistic feeding, and cows are often forced to eat shit in those huge feed-troths they get up in the pre-kill pasture. Anyway, I think my facts are straight, check out Fast Food Nation if you don’t believe me. Just thought it was an interesting side note. And I can’t help but chuckle when that poor cow trembles like that. Like he dun’ eaten a vibrator.

Anyway, I should be writing “Junius” right now, I still haven’t finished it. I’ve got good jokes but I’m missing a solid content skeleton, usually it’s the other way around. That J. Russell post was well executed- maybe I like it because I’m in it so god damn much. Whatever, despite the jokes about me and him sounding the same, acting the same, etc., for lack of my own year-old LiveJournal that I can look into and dig up memories, the record he kept there was a near mirror-image of my own. I would have liked some more details about Nwise’s smoke-filled (Robert Jordan style) vehicle though. Anyway, after writing in this thing for several months I have yet to find any real groove- personal summary and reflection is fun, but I am completely outclassed by others on this community. The public is hungry for dirt, which explains the critical berating of the bare bones blog-everything-in-sight style of our own Dco1, as well as the popularity reality TV and those new ‘gourmet restaurants’ where they actually serve you plates of flavored dirt.

Methinks I’ve got to shed my poorly veiled anonymity, yes I know you all know who I am, but this thing was never supposed to float out to the prying eyes of those whom I would rather keep in the dark as far as my personal activities go. Basically I don’t want to end up like that guy in the Onion article (“Mom Finds out About Blog”- can’t find a working link) but the shit has hit the fan, I got a digital camera, anybody wanting to know all about me has just got to read the comment boards (fuck! A hint!). Maybe it’ll spruce things up around here to actually give unrestrained commentary… what’s the worst that could happen? Or maybe it was never my place to air my dirty laundry in public, that pair of pants I wore 13 days in a row, that wool cap I borrowed from Jamie in the blizzard and never given back. But again, what am I afraid of? We’ve all ‘borrowed’ stuff from Jamie and never given it back. The blizzard! Now that’s something J Russ left out of his summary. Changing gears again, however, my place may be better found behind the scenes. My creative outlet has never been telling people about the shit I do between 10pm and 2am, or at least not writing it down. I should be writing my script, pompous introspection has never won me any awards at the festival I helped organize- I’m just not that damn interesting.

I am most creative when I take my head out of my ass and make fun of somebody besides myself. I find that I blow the most air up my ass when my head is in there. So enough of this gay banter, its too damn hot in her(r)e. Anybody got any good funeral stories?