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Friday, February 19, 2010

sneaking it in under the wire

According to the clock, it's still technically Friday, but only by five minutes. Just returned from opening night of Beyond Therapy. A small but enthusiastic crowd made it a good first show. And with revelry following, I was lucky to make it back in time. But I did.

Was trying to think of what I could write about all day (yes, I know Angela, if I had a project, it would be much easier). Had a wonderful rant in my head on the drive home in response to some accusations made about my beliefs, but the hour is too late and my brain is too tired and right now I don't give enough of a damn to write about it. So why don't we take the easy way out and simply meditate on various bits of flotsam and jetsam that have caught my attention lately.

I tweeted this earlier today, but if you're not on Twitter, you're missing out on one of the funniest "flame wars" I've ever seen. The unlikely partners in crime? Kevin Smith and Neil Gaiman. I happen to follow both of them, so I get to see them zing each other. I've laughed out loud several times. Explaining it will do no good - you have to read this stuff for yourself. A sample

Mr. Smith: Spells! Elixirs! Eyes of newt! Lots of one-eyed newts running around because @neilhimself uses potions on our women to soften their resolve!

Mr. Gaiman: @thatkevinsmith most of those Newts are actually pirates. The one-eyedness is nothing to do with me being a warlock.

This doesn't do it justice. But you get the idea. If this were a TV show, I'd watch it. Of course, then it would get canceled after only a handful of episodes like all the other TV shows I like.

More pop culture: I watched the documentary Anvil: The Story of Anvil this afternoon. More heartbreaking than anything else. Reminded me a bit of The Wrestler, only about a metal band. Watching their passion for what they are doing and realizing they're never going to get to live their dream was tough at times. You feel bad for them but then at the same time, I can see why they never quite hit it big like their contemporaries. If you like 80s metal or stories about people following their passions, check it out.

I'm in the process of trying to renew my five year license and I have a question: do other professions require a person to spend so much money simply to stay licensed? I mean, after paying for six hours of continuing ed, FBI background check and the $200 fee to pay for your new license, it could easily cost over $2,000. This seems a bit excessive to me. Just wondered if this was specific to education or if other professionals went through similar flaming hoops to keep their jobs.

Got my supplemental pay for coaching Academic Team this week and so I've been doing some research on my next major purchase - a flat screen TV. Looking in the 50" range, probably LCD. Beyond that, I'm still trying to figure out what brands are best and the best places to buy them. Any recommendations would be greatly appreciated.

My friend Rob posted an article yesterday, The New Dating Game, after talking to his sons who explained to him "douche bags have kidnapped dating" and "kind, loving, sexy people don't exist." After reading the article and the description the author gives of the dating scene, I realized:
  1. I would hate going to clubs and bars if that's what they're like
  2. As a quintessential beta male, I would be unsuccessful anyway
  3. I'm going to die alone
I think I'm going to have to read it again to see if her argument holds up. I've known for quite some time that I'm nowhere near normal when it comes to dating (I'm so far away, normal is a mere speck on the horizon), but I didn't realize I was the antithesis of what women in the dating scene are looking for. Somewhat disheartening. It did remind me a bit of a line Celine says in one of my favorite movies, Before Sunrise:
You know, I have this awful paranoid thought that feminism was mostly invented by men so that they could like, fool around a little more. You know, women, free your minds, free your bodies, sleep with me. We're all happy and free as long as I can fuck as much as I want
I may have some more thoughts later, but right now it's far too late for me to hope for anything resembling coherent thought. Until next time...
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