Stuff and Shit

So... stuff and shit.

Well, a little over 2 months ago I lost someone who is precious to me. I completely understand her reason. What gets me is that I didn't want that to be the reason, nor did I ever think it would be. I'm pretty gutted.

I've got my metal head back on my shoulders. So much so that I'm this close to liking KoRn and this close to thinking about considering that one day it might be plausible that I could also almost like Metallica. Iron Maiden remains a beached and very drunk whale beyond my sphere of tolerance.

Speaking of metal, Machine Head's The Blackening is a joygasm and Cavalera Conspiracy is pretty bad ass. I think we're going to see that there Cavalera gig. That'll be sweet.

The band plays on, still nameless. We've had Imperium, Bio-Mechanical, 25:17, Ballistica, Oilseed... fuck knows what else. Septic Fudge was my attempt at a fairly profound name that came out completely wrong. I have no idea what I was trying to say at the time.

I've been promoted. It's a fucking joke. Home delivery drivers still get more than me despite the fact that I have a whole heap of responsibilities. Actually, I get no pay rise at all. I get incentives. 50p extra an hour when the boss is away (which he never is) and £50 bonus for working Sundays, which are boring and pointless because we never make profit. Actually, at the duty managers course we found out that essentially, our job is all about taking the blame for the manager's fuck ups. I'd go into detail, but I can't be arsed.

I was nearly a hair dresser's apprentice. I had the job, but the same afternoon their old trainee came back after 4 months of no appearance and for whatever reason, they decided they'd give them their job back. That pissed me off too.

So that's what's been going on. Right now all I want to do is gig. I'm all excited about it right now, but I know 5 minutes before we're due to go on my balls will retract back into me so fast that they'll be hanging out of my mouth. There may also be some short fiction appearing here if I can be arsed to type it up. I think it dealt with how my father just disappeared with no goodbye one day and how maybe it wasn't all what it seemed. There's also the whole call of the sea thing. He was a fisherman and I've always had some tiny little desire to get out on the sea. I understand things like that are maybe genetic. It's kind of Lovecraftian, but not as good.

DUUUHDUHDUHDUHDUHDUUUUHDUHDUHDUUUUUH!!

Take a friends birthday, four people that are kinda miffed with the good local bands, or rather the lack of, get a few drinks in them, stick them in a room the next day with their kit and what do you get?

My new band. Busy, busy. We still have no name. Right now it's a toss up between Mor'deca'i and Beef Curtains... yeah...

Also, I found my most favouritest pick that I thought was lost forever. Glee!

Back to it, I guess.

There's This Guy...

... he's called Jack. Jack's great. He tells me things. Most of the time I listen to him and he's always right.

Now, Jack saw this coming, just the same as last time, but this was one of those times where I wouldn't listen. I carried on believing everything was just fine. But Jack was right, it wasn't just fine. Just the same as last time. Jack was right then, too.

Thing is, Jack's not real. Jack's just a voice in my head. He's that voice that I should always pay attention to. He knows what he's talking about.

So why is it I'm so surprised what just happened, happened? I knew it was going to happen. Jack told me it was.

It's the little things I'll miss the most. One little thing in particular. I'll miss it all, just the same as last time. I was happy there for a while, proper happy. If I find anything even close to this again, I'll be fucking lucky.

Disney DVD

So... many... fucking... trailers...

Movie please.

Doctors

Doctors are a special kind of folk. They're intelligent, they diagnose our failing bodies, if you're on the NHS they say they'll get you a specialist as soon as one becomes available (in UK English, this means you only have months to live), they stick things in your pooper and claim it's all in the name of your health.

Special people. People above our station, but so full of magnanimity are they that they are willing to descend from the heavens to treat our ails.

How far above our station are they? They're so fucking awesome they spell sleep with an 'a' and don't even think twice about it. That's how fucking awesome they are. I've got several 'sleaps' and 'sleaped' all over my medical record. I'm favoured. I'm going to the great waiting room in the sky. Fuck you guys! Tonight, I'm not just going to sleep, I'm going to sleep with an 'a' in it! When I go to a chemist and ask for sleeping pills, they're all like 'sleeping pills or sleaping pills?' and I'm like 'sleaping pills, fuck yeah' and they're like 'come this way sir' and there's this big ol' gold plated...

WTF am I gong on about? My doctor can't spell sleep. How about that?

It Made Me Giggle

OVERHAUL: Fuck them and their pedantic lack of humour.

Also, Tom Cruise esta muerto!

My Heart is So Fit and HHHNNNNNNNNGH!!!

Today I bought The Munsters Season 1 box set. I'm not usually one for box sets, most of the TV stuff gets repeated at some point anyway. Some things don't or won't for a very, very long time.

Like Ultraviolet, Channel 4's vampire thriller series that only lasted an unfortunate 6 episodes and 1 season. A shame, 'twas a good series. Something about vampires trying to clone blood and farm humans and junk. Somehow, a friend of mine in uni came to the conclusion that it was somehow a pro-AIDS series. Mind you, this is the same guy who thinks he can single handedly bring about the downfall of the Hollywood machine with a series of purposefully unsuccessful no-lo budget independent movies.

On Hollywood movies, I think overlooking Samuel L Jackson for a cameo in any of the Pirates films was a missed opportunity to hear the coolest man alive yell 'yarr motherfucker'.