Random Thoughts and Ideas

• Now that I have a few fingernails I find myself scratching.......my self. Just at random times because I'm not used to having nails. And the other night I was rolling over in bed and wrapping myself up and I gouged the MOTHERFUCK out of my left nipple. Shit, that really hurt. It hurt so much I thought I drew blood. I'm surprised I didn't.
• Does anyone else miss the Cult? I sure do. I think 'She Sells Sanctuary' is one of my favorite songs ever. I know it's my favorite Cult song, hands down. Every once in a while I catch one or two of their videos on VH1 Classic when I'm watching Metal Mania and I love it. Ian Astbury looks like a Pirate/Gypsy hybrid. And Billy Duffy always has one of two guitars, an old semi-hollow body or a white Les Paul Custom. And their songs are great. 'Love Removal Machine', 'Fire Woman'. Also remember back in 2001 they released an album with 'Rise' on it? That was bad ass.
• And while we're reminiscing, aren't we glad Warrant is no longer around? Or are they? If they are, no one knows about it. Which doesn't bother my ass any. You know what would be cool? If Glenn Danzig went psycho and killed Jani Lane on national TV or at least on an easily accessible website. That would be fuckin' cool.
• While we're talking about music related acts, I've never gotten to see Collective Soul live. And I'm not sure why. Ever since I heard their 2nd album, their self titled album, I have been enamored by their music. And I know it's probably not in line with what you'd expect from me, but Collective Soul is honestly one of my favorite bands. The way they write their songs is so smooth and Ed Roland's voice is so...... I don't even know how to describe it. But anyways, that's some truly good and positive music to listen to.
• I like football teams with white helmets. My high school had white helmets and the cool thing is you get colors from other teams on your lid. Know what I mean? You "trade paint" basically with the teams that you play. So it's like a collection of "scars" for your helmet. And in this case, the more you have, the better.
• Ever notice how you forget how good Skittles are until you have a few? We seem to take Skittles for granted. We know they're good, but we forget about how good they are until we eat some and then it's like "Holy Shit! How did I forget how much I liked these little bastards?!"
• Being someone who has grown up around black people I have to say I love listening to black people talk about each other. When they're just sitting around goofing on each other. Or talking smack or whatever they call it. I call it "goofing" it's just fun and I enjoy it. Just don't get too close to the action or they'll suck you into too. And that's never any fun.

Quote of the Month

Alright boys and girls, it's time for our September Quote of the Month. Recently the OSU Buckeyes played the Miami Hurricanes in NCAA football, and a friend of mine that I watched the game with likes to say "Fuck You" whenever the coach of OSU's opposing team is shown on television during big games. So all through out the game he'd say "Fuck you, Randy Shannon!" every time they showed him on the side lines. Every once in a while he'd extend his exclamation to what has become our September Quote of the Month. "Fuck you, Randy Shannon! You have two first names and one's a girl's!" So there you have it. Our September Quote of the Month. There's no additional explanation for this one. No moral lesson to be learned this month. It's pretty simple, Fuck You, Randy Shannon.

Bring Your Juke Box Money....

What ever your feelings on the B-52s or their music is, you have to admit 'Love Shack' is a pretty cool, funky song. Am I right? C'mon, am I right? YES! Yes, I am. Fred Schneider is pretty damn queer, but that's why his voice is so damn good on that song. The back up vocals fit just right and it's up beat with out being too overly pop like. Simply put it's a well written and well performed song. And it's simple in it's structure. It's not too over the top, it's just right. And it's fun too, isn't it? You can dance around while you listen it. Everyone knows the lyrics by now, so you can sing along with it too. And I know you do. When no one is looking you boogie down with this song. And that's OK. I do it too, it's a good song. So is 'Rock Lobster'.

Who Am I Gonna Call?

So, apparently the father of the previous tenant where my girlfriend and I live died while staying with his son. Did you hear that? He died in our apartment. And after my girlfriend first moved in, before I moved in, she noticed some weird stuff happening. Like the blinds on the front door would move for no reason the closet in the front room would open on it's own. You'd hear doors open and close in other rooms. Plus my girlfriend would wake up in the middle of the night with a distinct feeling that someone was watching over her. Then the more I stayed over the more I'd notice these things too. Except for waking up feeling like someone was watching me. And then the other night I was laying in bed with my box fan blowing on me and I noticed the fan change pitch. Like someone was walking in front of it. Kinda like the sound was blocked momentarily. And that freaked me the fuck out. Do you people out there believe in ghosts at all? I'm not sure yet, but I have experienced some things that would lead me to believe that they may exist. I know that sounds like bullshit coming from me-Mr. Realist-over here, but if this shit has me believing, there may be some possibility, right?

GAME ON

There's this guy I (used to) work with that claims his sister is ranked 3rd in the world on Call of Duty. And she gets paid to play in tournaments. Professional Tournaments. Now, this is something that could be a fabrication, but of all things to make up a lie about, this hardly seems like something to make up. Plus he seems like a stand up kinda guy I so I tend to believe him. Anyway, his sister gets paid to play video games essentially. I was always told as a kid that I couldn't do that? I remember my dad asking "What are you going to with your life? Are you going to play video games forever? Do you plan on being the Nintendo Champion of the World?" And I knew he was being overly sarcastic about it. So looking back, I'm disappointed. I could have played video games for a living. I could have been 'Nintendo Champion of the World'. I don't know now since I was discouraged at such a young age. And the fucked up thing is I still play video games. But I have to pay for them. It's backwards! I want to get paid to play. This is bullshit!!

Of course there is a high level of sarcasm in the above bit. I never really wanted to play video games for a living, and I don't hold anything against my dad for this situation. But the reality of it is fucked up because I do still play frequently and had there been a chance to do it for a living and I missed I would be sad. :(

My girlfriend is learning to play the bass guitar right now and for some reason I find that so cool. I'm not sure why. She wanted to learn to play guitar, but my brother and I both agreed it may be easier for her to learn bass first. either way it's cool. It gives us one more thing to share with each other. We have so much in common already that it was scary at first when we realized how much we have in common. Since we've met she's taken an interest in a lot of things I do, like guitar, playing video games, brewing beer, stuff like that. It's really cool actually. I guess I owe her. I should probably learn to like something that she really likes to do too. It's only fair, right? Well it shouldn't be about what's fair, but I should do it anyways just because. Otherwise I'm being selfish. Shhh, I'm not sure if she reads this shit or not. Don't say anything to her. I'll handle my bidniz on my own.

A Declaration

So it's no secret that I'm a Cincinnati Bengals fan and I'll proudly admit to it, but what annoys me is people who feel the need to ask "Seriously?" when I tell them or say "I'm sorry" like I have cancer or something. Fuck you, you can't say anything I haven't heard. Besides I'm a lifelong fan. I'm used to it. Real fans are unwavering not fair weather. That's what casual observers don't understand. It's easy to bounce around to whoever is popular or doing well, but not to tough it out for a couple of decades while your team is the laughing stock of the league. Let's put it this way, in my case there is no doubt I'm, a real, true, dyed in the wool fan because when was Cincy's last great season? Last season was good, the '05 season was good, bu I think the '88-'89 season was the last great season and that was 20 years ago! So let's say in 1988 I, as an eight year old, did decide "Hey, these guys are good, I'll be a fan of theirs." OK, the scene is set. I'm an 8 year old band wagon fan. Well after 20 years of poor play, lazy arm tackles, humiliation, basically being shit on by everyone, I have earned my stripes! But that isn't how it happened. In fact when I was born my dad put a football in one hand, and a Bengals pennant in the other. Then for good measure he spiked me like an endzone celebration. Seriously, it's in my blood. It's in my fucking blood! So, Who Dey?!