बद Bad Laguage

I am kind of sort of afraid of posting this on 360 - on the odd chance someone would be offended - Cause I'm a Chicken!

Signs that I still need to grow up

Is it wrong of me to find this Lio Comic somewhat pornographic? (Comic borrowed from http://www.gocomics.com/lio/ )

Midweek Melody

Thanks to Brenda J and G, and I somewhat up to date as to what is the popular new alternative music. When I first heard Lazy Eye by Silversun Pickups, I thought this might be the Hot Child in the City of the aughties. After seeing this video, I have been able to confirm that the singer is in fact a dude, but then the androgyny of the scraggily punk teenagers featured as the front story bothered me; more by the fact that they all appear to need to take a shower than anything else – but I hope I am sharing back something you may not have seen for yourself as of yet? (Having a woman playing Bass Guitar is hawt, but not nearly as cool as a female drummer…)http://www.silversunpickups.com/

Mother of the Year

I was traveling back from a business trip where I had a fairly long layover in the Denver Airport. Lucky for me, DIA has one of the few smoking lounges left in the USA that saves the hassle of going through security just to continue this disgusting, filthy habit of mine. In an odd way, I actually look forward to hanging out at the particular lounge, as I have had random encounters with celebrities with this same bete noir, like the director Kevin Smith.
I have been having particularly tough weeks both personally and professionally and I was more bent on self-destruction than my usual self-destructive tendencies; i.e. I was chain smoking and slamming beers. But then a woman came in that jerked me out of my grimaced torpor. She appeared to be a single mother, carrying a car seat and a leash, to which her son was attached. She eventually found a table near mine and preceded to place her son in a high backed high barstool, to which if the toddler with what I perceived to have some developmental issues fell off, would have resulted in some very serious injury. In the midst of my violations of the temple of the body, I was appalled that anyone would subject their offspring to such an awful, malodorous nicotine oasis.
I looked around the room to see if I was the only one bothered by such a spectacle of bad parenting choices. An older couple at the next table over looked very uncomfortable, but refused to look at me to acknowledge my outrage. Turning back to gawk some more at this train wreck, I was surprised to learn that this could get any worse; the young mother (abuser) started drinking and sharing her Red Bull with her assumed son. So thank you young-random-encounter lady for reinforcing my perception that humanity is basically brutish and selfish. Thank you to whatever higher powers or random luck that you were not on my flight with your juiced up toddler – and may they also intervene to help you make better choices for the both of you.

Song Sunday

I am thinking about changing the name of this blog to “My open correspondence with G.” With the exception of G, I really don’t like people very much right now, including myself. My 360 blog sucks and blows simultaneously…
Any hoo – As I have managed to unintentionally piss-off some people who appear to believe the world revolves around them, I intend to utilize this space more than I have in the past. My latest idea is to propose a new musical featuring the music of the Split Enz and Crowded House – I mean for goodness sake if Mamma Mia is a musical, why not a show of these somewhat famous (or famous) Aussies?
The show opens with our protagonist, Bob writhing around in a somewhat existential angst:
History


Bob further wallows in his crapulence
Dirty Creature


But then Bob meets Marcia, and all of a sudden feels like there is hope in the world (Hooray!)
Something So Strong




Bob then alienates himself from the affections of Marcia through a series of misunderstandings and goofs. Marcia falls in the arm of a pretentious know-it-all, so Bob falls into a maudlin bout of self mastication (this song is so weepy and maudlin – but it is good to indulge yourself once in awhile)
I Hope I Never




Keeping good on his promise to leave and never come back, Bob goes to the Sea. His spirits are lifted, but he later comes to the realization you can not run away from your self.
Six Months in a Leaky Boat




Fin – Or Neil and Tim Finn
Happy Victoria Day G!