We're on the road to nowhere....

Then; Zakk and Dime vs Shania; The Lavigne Situation

Couple of days ago I was sent on an errand run to all parts of the city. Moving offices means you have to have all sorts of supplies and have to do all sorts of things to prepare for it. One of the things I had to do was get new keys made for the office. I did that. I also had to buy some cleaning supplies, some soft drinks, and whatnot. A trip to the grocery store was in order. Went there. While I was there, I decided to pick up a magazine to read while eating lunch. I perused the rack. Decided on one of my personal favorites, Guitar World. I don't exactly play guitar, but it doesn't stop that mag from being a damn fine read... it represents rock decently. As I picked up my copy, I noticed the cover was torn to hell. And it was a beautiful cover -- Zakk Wylde and Dimebag Darryll in camoflage, faces painted and holding their axes and looking as wicked and brutal as you'd imagine those two particular guys to look together -- and I wanted to have a decent cover to call my own. So I put that one back, slightly to the side of the others, and grabbed another copy. Examined it. It, too, had some damage. I put it aside... I was determined to have a decent copy of this book. Years of comic collecting have done this to me (even though a good bit of my comics end up with their covers ripped off -- go figure). Eventually I found a decent copy. It was then that I noticed that in my search for a pristine copy of a Zakk and Dime issue of Guitar World I'd covered up a stack of Shania Twain-covered Rolling Stones. I almost straightened this out, then thought better of it. I weighed it in my head. Yes, Shania Twain is representing the almighty AC/DC on the cover of this issue. And yes, Shania Twain is a very, very beautiful woman. Very. But come now. Do these two things make up for her prior transgressions? I think not. I left Zakk and Dime covering Shania; I'm sure they wouldn't have minded.

And this halfassedly brings me to another point. While I did cover up Shania Twain's issue of Rolling Stone, it wasn't out of disgust for her or her music. It was simply because I preferred Zakk Wylde and the Black Label Society to her music, and would rather see more people listening to Zakk than her. I've developed a way of thinking, as far as musical tastes go. An understanding. I listen to rock and roll. It's my drug of choice. But, it's not for everyone. As much as I'd like it to be, not everyone's going to like it. The mainstream's moved away from that, possibly permanently. They're gonna feed on their Avril Lavignes and Justin Timberlakes and Shania Twains and whoever else is popular right at the second. And that's cool. Different strokes for different folks.

What's got me thinking about this is alla this crap I keep seeing about Avril Lavigne. About how she's not punk. So the fuck what. Don't like it? Don't listen to it. It obviously wasn't created for you anyway. Sure, she might be cashing in on a different market by using a term that doesn't exactly suit her, but what the hell does it matter? Listen to what YOU like, promote the hell out of it, and stop whining about the crap you hate.

...people oughtta unclench...

End Rant.

Then: Keys

Like I said, one of the things I had to do was get new keys for the new office made. I had to get five copies of two keys made; ten keys total. I kept two of them, and added them to my keyring. At lunch, while discussing new office furniture with the parents and sister, reading the magazine, and eating, I counted the keys on my keyring.

I have eightteen. Yes. Eightteen. Keys on my keyring.

I either read or heard somewhere that the more keys you have on your keyring, the more responsibility you have. If so, I am one superresponsible motherfucker.

I remember when I got my first key. I didn't want it... probably because on some instinctual level I knew that with it came responsibility, and that since it was my very first key, the feeling of impending doom (responsibility) was magnified. That's a harsh thing to give a little kid...

Now: Brains

Yesterday I evidently forgot to take my drugs, so I woke up this morning in a seizure. Oops. My mistake. It sucks a lot when it just happens cause your brain's being a bitch. Sucks even more because of something you did. Or in this case, didn't do. The doctor says I take a dosage that's excessively high, but if I miss only one dose, i go into seizures. That tells me that I'm taking the absolute minimum I can take to control the situation. BUT. On the other hand...! If I take too much more of it, I get this really fucking weird feeling, this dizziness,and my sight gets fucked up, and I can only see properly if I close one eye. If you can call that seeing properly. So things are pretty awkward, as far as the medicine goes. Take just the slightest bit more and I'm fucked. Take less, and I'm fucked. And if I have a bad day, I'm fucked anyway. I might as well go ahead and spread my cheeks. Looks like I'm fucked no matter how you slice it.

I've had about five siexures today, all told. Didn't go to work... stayed home and slept, then watched Pulp Fiction and wrestled with the computer. It's still being a bitch. If I ever get a new one I'm going to reenact the classic copier machine scene from Office Space, except with my computer. And yeah... i know it knows I'm typing this. It might be a fickle bitch, but it's smart and self-conscious. It'll repay me for typing what i just typed. That's alright... you'll get yours one day, you son of a bitch.

Soon

Since I was out with a fucked up head today, I couldn't go to the bank to see where my money went. I'm not sure they could tell me, or do anything about it anyway. But, s'like Bob said, couldn't hurt to try. I sure as hell don't know what to do. Maybe the bank will. In any case, I couldn't go today. I'll go tomorrow.

Also on tap tomorrow is a trip to the dreaded dentist to get my permanent capthings put on my root canal'ed teeth. Finally, the gold tooth is coming out. I'm going to miss it. Actually, I'm not. It hurt when I flossed. And I floss a lot. Hopefully the permanent won't hurt when I floss. Bad news is I'm also getting my teeth cleaned. Some people like to get their teeth cleaned by the dentist. Courtney did. Personally, I fucking hate it. I don't like people messing around in my mouth. Anytime people stick anything inside me, it's bad mojo. Fingers. Scrapers. Little mirrors. Drills. All bad mojo. Dentists are The Enemy. They all work for George Bush.

For some reason that last line reminded me of the fact that Hunter S Thompson's going to have his own commentary on the Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas Criterion DVD. You have NO FUCKING IDEA how excited I am about that.

Giving serious consideration to working this weekend. The backlog of broken stuff is backing up out the front door. It's all on my shoulders to fix it, but I've been kept occupied with other tasks. I don't want to work this weekend, but I really don't see as how I have much choice. Things are getting critical. But the overtime would rock...

3 til midnight. Long day tomorrow. Crash.