The Blog Of A Loner: June 2006

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

More Blogger Problems...

... but I think they might finally be over. I also think it might be the computer fucking up, because I get kicked offline at least five times a day. God forbid I want to check my Yahoo mail, because the new Yahoo page doesn't seem to like me and boots my ass almost every time I try to log on. Need you wonder why I haven't been answering your e-mail?

On the plus side, I think I'm going to get ambitious and write a new column tomorrow. I might even tackle an 80's Movie Spotlight column, since Dean seems to have abandoned it. So, if you have some last minute nominations for an 80's movie that you'd like to see analyzed as only I can do it, send them in now. Hopefully, I'll be able to log on to Yahoo and read them...

Thursday, June 22, 2006

My Kingdom For A Life



I've been busting my ass all week at work, getting home sweaty and tired with aching feet that feel like they've been set on fire and bludgeoned with sledgehammers. (I really need to invest in a decent pair of shoes, for Christ's sake.) I haven't really had much time to write... but I do have time to dick around with those damn Sea-Monkeys that I just had to buy. It's nice to know that more than twenty years after my first brine shrimp experiment, I still haven't learned a damn thing. Maybe one day I'll grow up.

It's funny, though, because this time around I seem to be much more interested in caring for the Sea-Monkeys than I was at eight. They hatched several days ago, and I've been doting on them like an overprotective mother. When I first added the eggs, I was even more under whelmed than I was the first time, however. Several minutes went by and I saw NOTHING... absolutely nothing alive in the water. I squinted to the point of having a headache and still didn't see shit; all I saw was bits of sediment swirling around in the water. Maybe they hadn't hatched yet. Or maybe my 32-year-old eyes couldn't take the strain of looking for microscopic shrimp.
Finally, after a good hour or so, I saw one Sea-Monkey in the water. I immediately felt a kinship with this loner of the shrimp people and half hoped that he would be the only one to hatch. But no, almost a week later my Mini World is swarming with the little fuckers--and I'm doing all the things I'm supposed to do, like making sure the tank gets enough light (but not too much), aerating the water to make sure it has enough oxygen, singing sweet lullabies to them at night...

Okay, so I'm not THAT pathetic. But I am a bit alarmed at just how easily entertained I am. I seriously need a girlfriend or something.

When they get big enough, I'll probably take some pics of them and post them here. In the meantime, don't worry about this blog becoming Here's What I Did With My Sea-Monkeys Today or anything like that. I'll keep this shit to a minimum--and I'll still have plenty of time to bitch about how much my life sucks.

Sunday, June 18, 2006

Sea-Monkeys Redux!

Some of you may have seen my recent Sea-Monkeys column, which was about my less-than-memorable experience raising Sea-Monkeys back in the early 80's. Based on some of the e-mail I've been getting, a lot of you can relate to what I wrote. Most of the e-mail was like this;


From: Qtyl143@aol.com
Date: Wed, 31 May 2006 16:14:29 EDT
Subject: (no subject)
To: goodnight_tonight@yahoo.com

i freakin love this!
i went through the same thing!!!!!!
i poured them into the fish bowl eventually,
Lisa



On the other hand, I also got e-mail from Sea-Monkey enthusiasts who proceeded to tell me more about brine shrimp than I ever wanted to know. DID YOU KNOW, for example, that Sea-Monkeys aren't really technically brine shrimp but are instead a close relative of them? DID YOU KNOW that they breathe through their feet? DID YOU KNOW they have three eyes at one point in their lives and then they shed one? Well, neither did I, but apparently Sea-Monkey fans like to send e-mail.

In that spirit, I decided to give Sea-Monkeys another chance and see how I'd handle the miracle of "Instant Life" as a lucid, relatively intelligent adult. I bought the kit you see above at Toys "R" Us just the other day, as well as the bottle of Aquafina to use inside it. (When I was a kid, I just used cold water from the tap; I guess you're not supposed to do that.) My kit is a "Hang Ten" Mini World set-up with a beach motif. They also had ones with "moon" themes and "busy city" themes, but I wanted my Sea-Monkeys to think that every day was spring break in their world.

I just added the eggs last night, so we'll see how the "Sea-Monkeys Part Deux" experiment goes. I'll be posting about it here on the blog...

Happy 64th Birthday, Paul McCartney!

Back in 1957, a teenage Paul McCartney wrote When I'm 64, a song he envisioned someone like Frank Sinatra singing. It didn't end up being recorded until the Sgt. Pepper album ten years later, a time in which the age 64 probably seemed to Paul more like a hypothetical concept rather than an eventual reality. Well, here it is, 2006, and today Paul McCartney turns 64 years old. That's cool and somewhat scary at the same time.


"When I get older, losing my hair
Many years from now,
Will you still be sending me a Valentine,
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door?
Will you still need me; will you still feed me, when I'm 64?

You'll be older too
And if you say the word,
I could stay with you!

I could be handy mending a fuse
When your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside,
Sunday morning go for a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more?
Will you still need me; will you still feed me, when I'm 64?

Every summer we could rent a cottage,
On the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee: Vera, Chuck and Dave

Send me postcard; drop me line, stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer; fill in a form,
Mine forever more
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm 64?"


HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PAUL!!!

Monday, June 12, 2006

Trouble With Blogger...

... hence, my lack of updates these past few days. Yesterday I couldn't get on Blogger at all; today it's just not loading right. So I'll try a quick post here, and if it doesn't work someone will have to die.

Oh, I don't know if ANY of you saw my piddly MySpace blog or not, but Dean will (supposedly) be writing the new 80's Movie Spotlight, so quit e-mailing me about when it's coming. I'll be doing the next one for sure. As for THIS one, I have no idea when Dean's going to get off his ass and write it, but he mentioned doing Weird Science, so take that for what you will.

I will be back soon with another edition of reader mail, since I've been slacking on that lately. I've been slacking on EVERYTHING this week--even drinking.

Thursday, June 08, 2006

Just Another Stupid Counter

One Year Gone

It was one year ago that my Papa died, but for me the mourning continues. I remember getting the bad news last June and just going numb with grief--not so much because he was gone, it was more about the fact that I'd never see him again. Oh sure, people will tell you things like, "You'll see him in heaven someday." But will I? Papa didn't even believe in God, and me, I'm not liking my chances of making it through the pearly gates if I were to die tomorrow. When Papa was on his death bed, my aunt had a priest come in and give him Last Rites, due to his Catholic upbringing. Papa wasn't even aware of what was going on, which was a good thing; indeed, my aunt told the priest flat out, "If he were awake right now, he'd throw your ass right out of here." That was my Papa. He had his own ideas about things, and NOBODY was going to tell him otherwise.

I miss him so much. I remember sitting in this very chair last June with tears streaming down my face as I wrote out my tribute to him. I still have a hard time accepting that he's gone. Ultimately, a man's life is made up of millions of little moments... yes, there are the big ones too, like the day you get married, the day your kids are born, the day you graduate school... but these moments are few and far between, and they don't represent the overall tapestry of your life. It's these little moments with Papa that I remember best; you know, just sitting with him and talking, making him laugh, listening to him tell me his stories. And that's what I miss most about him. I'll never meet anyone like him for the rest of my life.

Here's to you, Papa, wherever you are. I'd give anything to have you back here with us.

A Tribute To Papa.

"This used to be my playground
This used to be my childhood dream
This used to be the place I ran to
Whenever I was in need
Of a friend
Why did it have to end
And why do they always say

Don't look back
Keep your head held high
Don't ask them why
Because life is short
And before you know
You're feeling old
And your heart is breaking
Don't hold on to the past
Well that's too much to ask

This used to be my playground
This used to be my childhood dream
This used to be the place I ran to
Whenever I was in need
Of a friend
Why did it have to end
And why do they always say

No regrets
But I wish that you
Were here with me
Well then, there's hope yet
I can see your face
In our secret place
You're not just a memory
Say goodbye to yesterday
Those are words I'll never say

This used to be my playground
This used to be our pride and joy
This used to be the place we ran to
That no one in the world could dare destroy

This used to be our playground
This used to be our childhood dream
This used to be the place we ran to
The best things in life are always free
Wishing you were here with me."

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

Here's Some People Who Need To Choke On Giant Dicks


Okay, so a new Ikea store just opened up right by where I live. What's that? You say you've never heard of Ikea? Well, neither had I up until about a month ago. Apparently, it's some Swedish furniture store that sells a bunch of overpriced shit to assholes who don't need it.

Anyway, the local media has been going apeshit about this fucking place. Why bother talking about actual news when you can talk about some fucking lame retail store, right? But here's the clincher; since Sunday night, a large group of drooling troglodytes with no lives to speak of had been camping out in front of the store, waiting for the big moment when they opened their doors to the public this morning. Yes, you read that correctly. They actually camped out, tents and all, hoping to be one of the first customers to buy some Eurotrash furniture that you have to assemble yourself. You know, it's times like this that I wish I had unlimited amounts of tear gas and access to a military tank. Fuck, if the local media is going to be out there covering this bullshit anyway, I might as well give them something actually newsworthy to talk about. I'd love to see them flee their fruity little pop tents as I roll right through them, bringing my hellish rain of fire and poisonous gas down on their empty heads. I mean, imagine having a life that's so completely pointless that you have absolutely nothing better to do than to camp out in front a furniture store for several days. These people should be brutally slaughtered in public while their families look on, screaming in horror. But that's just my humble opinion.

You know what's even worse? I actually know the woman who was first in line. And believe me, I don't feel that entitles me to bragging rights. She actually went to my high school, and she has the dubious honor of being one of the only people who requested to add me on MySpace that I rejected. (Not counting the spam profiles, of course.) See that? I knew I had a good reason for not liking her. Now she's getting some attention from the local press about how she was the first loser in line... she's been on the TV news, they've been talking about her on the radio and she's been mentioned in the paper. And instead of being embarrassed and ashamed about this (as I would be), she actually posed for pictures, with a dumb expression on her face which seemed to cry out, "Look at me! My life is completely devoid of meaning!" I'm not going to post any pictures of her, though, and I'm not going to tell you her name. Why would I want to contribute to her ridiculous notion that she's some sort of "celebrity?" So you camped out for three days... gee, that's just wonderful. Why is this bringing her any "fame?" Are people impressed by her obscene amount of free time? I didn't even have that much free time when I was unemployed. Besides, since when is being a complete and utter loser grounds for being "famous?" Sorry, but I already have that market covered. And unlike her, at least I'm smart enough to realize what a loser I am.

Let me tell you a little more about this broad... her best friend is a former female friend of mine who just happens to be married. Well, since she had nothing else to occupy her empty fucking life, she became convinced that since me and this woman were sending e-mail back and forth, we must be having an illicit affair behind her husband's back. It wasn't true. In fact, an affair would have been pretty damn difficult at that point, considering the fact that I hadn't even seen her in person since 1998. This little factoid didn't stop her from telling the husband about this alleged "affair" though, which could have turned into a huge mess if everybody didn't already know that she's a busybody who's full of shit. I decided right then and there that I hated her, and I always would. You don't fuck around making accusations like that, especially when you have no evidence to back it up. She could have ruined people's lives talking shit like that, and besides, it wasn't any of her fucking business. The funny thing is, the woman whose marriage she tried to destroy is STILL her friend! Un-fucking-believable! Man, if a friend of mine pulled some shit like that, I'd pummel their face into a bloody pulp. And then I'd get REALLY nasty with them...

So yeah, THAT'S the person who was first in line at the damn Ikea store. THAT'S the person receiving accolades from people just because she had nothing better to do with her time than spend a few days living outside a furniture store. And if she's indictative of the rest of the stupid assholes pathetic enough to camp out, I wish they would have gathered them all in the building and then blew the fucker up. I know that's my solution for a lot of things, but it REALLY applies here.

WHAT... A BUNCH... OF... FUCKING... LOSERS...

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Happy 6/6/06, Motherfuckers!

How cool is this? It's actually 6/6/06 today, and people are looking at the date in different ways. A lot of Christians are pissing themselves right now, expecting the apocalypse; as if Satan would be that predictable, right? ("I'll show up on 6/6/06 and fuck their shit up! They'll never see THAT one coming!") Hollywood, on the other hand, decided to cash in on this date by releasing that completely unnecessary remake of The Omen today. So Hollywood is a little shallow. You know, I'm not much of a Jay Leno fan, but one of the jokes in his monologue last night actually made me laugh. He was talking about how some website was taking bets as to whether or not the world was going to end today, and he said, "Let's say you're right, and the world DOES end... how are you gonna collect your bet??" A good point. I should think the smart thing to do would be to put a shitload of money on the world NOT ending; that way, if you're right, you get some cash. And if you're wrong, who gives a fuck? You'll have more important things to worry about. But I knew the world wouldn't come to an end today... that would solve all of my problems, you see, and my life NEVER works out that easily.


However, in honor of this day, here's a treat for you all; a picture of Tim Curry as the devil character in that movie Legend. Tim Curry kicks ass, and he ruled in that otherwise shitty movie. I'm positive that the devil looks just like this; I'm also positive that when I finally get to Hell, he's going to sit down and offer me a position in his administration. I mean, I'm not evil enough to be his right-hand-man or anything, but I'm guaranteed at least a place on his cabinet...

Anyway, for those of you who care, keep an eye on the main page. My new column about the Comic Con should be up within the next day or so.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Evil Woman!


You could easily call them a "poor man's Beatles" if you were so inclined, but E.L.O. had plenty of great tunes in the 70's. And with Evil Woman, Jeff Lynn proved that he could write a pretty mean disco boogie. I was rocking out to this one earlier today, and it got me thinking about the "evil woman" in my own life. At first I was annoyed; but then, I was filled with glee when I realized that she'd be "facing the music" soon enough. This one is for you, babe. Why don't you swallow a handful of thumbtacks and wash it down with some Drano, you stupid wench??

Nahhhh, I didn't mean that.
Wait.
Yes I did, actually.

"You made a fool of me
But them broken dreams have got to end

Hey woman, you got the blues
'Cause you ain't got no one else to use
There's an open road that leads nowhere
So just make some miles between here and there

There's a hole in my head where the rain comes in
You took my body and played to win
HA HA, woman
It's a crying shame
But you ain't got nobody else to blame

Evil woman, evil woman
Evil woman, evil woman

Rolled in from another town
Hit some gold too hot to settle down
But a fool and his money soon go separate ways
And you found a fool lyin' in a daze
HA HA, woman
What you gonna do?
You destroyed all the virtues that the Lord gave you
It's so good that you're feelin' pain
But you better get your face on board the very next train

Evil woman, evil woman
Evil woman, evil woman

Evil woman, evil woman
Evil woman, evil woman

Evil woman how you done me wrong
Now you're tryin' to wail a different song
HA HA, funny how you broke me up
You made the wine now you drink a cup

I came a-runnin' every time you cried
Thought I saw love smilin' in your eyes
HA HA, very nice to know
That you ain't got no place left to go

Evil woman, evil woman
Evil woman, evil woman."

I Want You All To Know...

... that I've decided NOT to kill this blog. Yippee. I'll be back soon...