Archive for the 'Random Thought' Category
Woodland Critter Christmas
This year, instead of regular mundane Christmas, I really want a Woodland Critter Christmas.
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Sex and gin
Thank you, homeless
I really enjoy it when homeless people stop me to ask how my girlfriend’s doing and if she’s treating me well. I don’t particularly feel like alphabetting I a m s u r e s h e i s g r e a t b u t s h e d u m p e d m e l i k e a s a c k o f b r i c k s, so I just nod in affirmation and give him five bucks.
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Probably best
It’s probably best that I can’t talk, as all that I would utter of late is random swearing and non-sequiturs.
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Am I that old?
So, of my new tattoo my brother says, “Oh, a heart shaped box. Isn’t that a Nirvana song?” He’s 25. Earlier that day my assistant, Sarah, didn’t know who Hole was by name. She’s just over 22, and is totally into music.
Either people don’t follow pop-culture, or I’m getting old, or both.
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Late for the party
Whenever everybody says, “Oh my God, you have to check out X right now! It’s so amazing!” my immediate impulse is usually to avoid X. I still refuse to read The DaVinci Code. Still, I’m also often totally wrong too, wrong and late for the party. I was completely wrong about Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog, wrong about Pushing Daisies, and definitely completely wrong about Pandora.
I admit my wrongs.
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Note
Note: Saying “fuck you” to someone you love is the worst possible thing to do in any situation.
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Political ads
I love John McCain’s political ads…
Barack Obama, sadist, polyamorist, kitten eater. If you vote for him, you may as well just kill yourself.
I’m John McCain and I approved this message.
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Rules for suicide
So, let’s say God is real and suicide is definitely a one way trip to Hell. I wonder if falling asleep and not wanting to wake up counts as being suicidal.
I wonder if drug overdoses, or over-indulging in brandy is enough to end up swimming in the Lake of Fire. I wonder how much intent matters to God. I mean, consciously we know that overdoses are very possible, but I don’t know that most people expect to enjoy their vice and die.
I wonder if not wanting to live is the same as actively taking steps to die. I wonder if suicide can be passive.
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High on the ferris wheel
I got high on the ferris wheel, didn’t like how it made me feel so alone…
…is a line from Aimee Mann’s Looking For Nothing. It’s astonishingly sad, especially the way she sings it. It came up in my shuffle a bit ago, and I started thinking about how lonely I feel lately, but never when I’m high.
In the last couple of years I’ve been high on various narcotics for pain after trache procedures, and loneliness is never part of the experience. Being high is the polar opposite of feeling alone. If Hell is the absence of God, Demerol is the absence of Loneliness. It’s warm and safe. It’s someone you love holding you close, whispering everything will be just fine. It’s the part of sex that has nothing to do with thought and everything to do with feeling. For an hour, the entire world is perfect.
Of course, it’s a fake perfection. It’s fake, and deep down you know it. It’s a place you want to visit, and the visiting’s fine, but staying will definitely destroy you. I don’t stay, but sometimes, I think it would be nice not to leave, which is why I always do.
Give the song a listen.
