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 |   The catch-all for items related to and/or inspired by the music that shaped me. |
Music has played a role in nearly every situation of my life. This is where I'll be collecting items inspired by those moments- poems, lyrics, blog entries- the soundtrack of me.  I may also contribute blog-style entries here from time to time:
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Hell Fire Club on Montpelier Hill, Ireland: The Hell Fire Club on Montpelier Hill  was built as a hunting lodge in 1725 and reportedly became a gathering place for a small group of Dublin elites who met for debauchery and devil worship. Tales of animal sacrifice, black masses, cloven-hoofed men, and murder surround the structure. It’s another popular destination for tourists and ghost tours.The Hell Fire Club in Ireland was not for the mere mortal man. Members drank 'til they upchucked and critters were offered up; it's a miracle the place still stands. George Hormel wandered in from the dark and found rich old men playing cards. He dropped the Ace of Spades and much to his dismay a hoof to the teeth caught him stark. As he reached for his Proton Pack's trigger, his assailant exploded in fiery embers. The gun in Hormel's mitts was just a sharpened stick; Proton Packs weren't a thing 'til years later.  |
THE WABASHA STREET CAVES, St. Paul, MN: During Prohibition, the caves hosted delinquent dignitaries such as John Dillinger and Ma Barker at its speakeasy, but not everyone left dancing the Charleston. The caves are said to be haunted by three gangsters who were massacred in a back room and buried under the cement floors. Owner Donna Bremer says her employees and guests have seen figures dressed in suits from the '20s, and strange mists float through the halls. A ghost bartender refills wine glasses and the apparition of a madam named Nina Clifford appears -- and disappears -- in full period costume. There's a bar in Wabasha County that's haunted by ghosts from the '20's. As I finished my beer, Madam Clifford appeared to fill my mug with a Spamtini. The barkeep was nowhere to be found as I took a good look all around. I was sitting alone drinking ham off the bone. Can ghosts be held liable if I drowned? When I finished my drink with a belch, bar stools and my stomach rattled Hells. An eerie voice boomed long "Pay your tab and be gone or your guts we'll serve next, Sir Hormel." |
You got those hunger pangs. The pantry is lacking things. There's one last resort... it's eating me, and it's eating up you. One ounce of every bite of my jellied ham will fill you up. One fork and one knife and your chewy mouth and tongue. And if you want salt, pour it on. Lord knows my contents don't have enough. Why eat out when you can eat in? This is a meal you won't forget. Your dinner is a can of ham. Your dinner is Spam (with a side of regret). Your dinner is a can of ham. Something about the way you jam me into your face... I love how you burp when you need to make more room when you clear your plate. You swallow me down and chase it with Clamato juice. You know it's the best indigestion you'll ever put yourself through. And if you're feelin' frisky just slather me with a healthy glob of mayonnaise. Between the bread slices there are no rules. There's bound to be leftovers for lunch. Your dinner is a can of ham. Your dinner is Spam (with a side of regret). Your dinner is a can of ham. Damn fatty... you polished off the can in one sitting, all by yourself. You're gonna poop so good it'll hurt. |
There are so many options for your plate but only one will stick. Don't go through so much trouble; you know what you're getting into with this. Oh yeah, you know what you will get! Stick with me; you know I care. I'm the one who'll get you there. When you're hungry 'cuz you're bored, just pop my tin and have some more. Eat it all! Eat me. Yummmm...pop...pop my top. Giddyup...eat me up. Yummmm...pop...pop my top. Giggedy-yeah! Yummmm...pop...pop my top. Giddyup...eat me up. Yummmm...pop...pop my top. Giggity-yeah! I said eat me, I'll always be here. I never expire. Can of ham, can of love, can you overcome your hunger? You can! All-purpose food for all-purpose you. It's no secret I love you. It's no secret I feed you. Keep feedin'! Yummmm...pop...pop my top. Giddyup...eat me up. Yummmm...pop...pop my top. Giggedy-yeah! Yummmm...pop...pop my top. Giddyup...eat me up. Yummmm...pop...pop my top. Giggity-yeah! In a wince and a slurp I'm gone. Oh yeah oh! Before you know it I'm gone, but your grocery store has more. Before you know it I'm gone, but your grocery store has more. Before you know it I'm gone, but your grocery store has more. Before you know it I'm gone, but your grocery store has more. Don't ever doubt my presence. You know I'm not goin' anywhere. Yummmm...pop...pop my top. Giddyup...eat me up. Yummmm...pop...pop my top. Giggedy-yeah! Yummmm...pop...pop my top. Giddyup...eat me up. Yummmm...pop...pop my top. Giggity-yeah! Yeah! Oh yeah oh oh... You know I'll always care. I fill you up beyond compare. If you have too much I'll still be there. Why? Because I care. Say my name! Spam! Oh I'm Spam; I'll always care. Yummmm...pop...pop my top. Giddyup...eat me up. Yummmm...pop...pop my top. Giggedy-yeah! Yummmm...pop...pop my top. Giddyup...eat me up. Yummmm...pop...pop my top. Giggity-yeah! You can't quit me because I'll never go away. I come in a can for a reason because I'll never go away. Don't tell me you're too good because you know that I'm too good. I'm the best alternative there is to all the sausages and bacons. Don't say you can quit me because I'll never go away. I'm too versatile to banish and you'll never let me go away. Yummmm...pop...pop my top. Giddyup...eat me up. Spam cares...pop my top. Giggedy-yeah! Yummmm...pop...pop my top. Giddyup...eat me up. Spam cares...pop my top. Giggity-yeah! |
Haha you can't see inside me. Delicacies like me should have a warning. It's gelatinous and sodium... a heart attack you can taste up in your face. Toxic waste in a can. I'm killin' you. So gross, mangled pig... everything but the head, all the fats and additives now with a pull-top. Oh, my taste on your lips, you eat it up! I'm toxic, you're slippin' into a fat kid food coma and you're addicted. You don't care that I'm toxic. You just love me for the meat sweats. You don't care that I'm toxic. You're getting close. I'm almost gone. Juicy oils saturate what little's left. Slowly you're becoming me. Go get some more now. I need to be inside you now. You're so ready now. You're so ready now. Go get some more now. Fry me up in butter now. You're ready now. |
I almost left off "important" when making this list...because 1) the people I deem "important" may not be important to other people who read this; and 2) leaving it off would just be "people I've met", and that's kinda dull (no offense, people I've met  ). So, maybe you won't know most of these people, but I'll try to include some useful info about them so you can maybe ascertain their worth to be greater than yours or mine or something. Also, now that I think about it, I haven't met too many really famous people. I probably need to get out more; preferably someplace where superstars hang out. 1) Doug Flutie : He was a college football star known for a game-winning Hail Mary pass, and wound up quarterbacking for the Buffalo Bills at one point. He is exceptionally small for playing a sport dominated by men well over six feet and 250 lbs....he's seriously maybe 5'7" and couldn't have weighed more than 180 when I met him. He came into my store after practice- in December, wearing shorts and some weird long heavy coat- looking for portable DVD players. This was maybe back in '99, when that was still a relatively new thing. I looked at the entire company's inventory and we only had five total, but he wanted seven. And we were just a tiny offshoot store, so trying to find and roundup even the five throughout the company might've taken a couple days. But he wanted them then, there, and now, and was ready to drop serious cash for them (he was an NFL QB, so of course he would)...probably over $2k at the time. I had to let him walk, and he was kinda a dick about it. But there's nothing funnier than a pissed off, rich, short dude. 2) Martin Biron : Marty used to be the starting goalie for the Buffalo Sabres, and now he's an analyst for some network I think. Funny dude though...chatty, and didn't seem too bright when I met him. He was just a young kid, super thin, gettin' outta this huge Cadillac SUV thing with a computer tower our company sold him (I met a lot of local athletes and celebrities when I worked at The Advantage Company). He seriously had no clue how to use his computer...this woulda had to be around 2000. 3) Erno Rossi : He wrote a book about Buffalo's infamous Blizzard of '77, White Death. Seemed like a nice guy...of all the authors I've met that have done book signings at the bookstores I've worked in, he's the one I've probably talked to the most (which isn't to say I spoke to him that much...he mainly talked about himself and his book, which was kinda annoying). And no, I haven't read it, but I probably will someday. 4) Danny Neaverth : "Danny moves your fanny in the morning!" That was the tagline of his ads...he was the morning DJ on the oldies station we always listened to growing up. He also did afternoon weather for one of the TV stations. Funny guy. When the station would play softball games, my mom would take us to watch and we would talk to all the personalities...and one morning after, he said hi to us over the air. It made our day...I was probably in elementary school, so it was a big deal. 5) Brad Riter : He used to host Sabres pre- and postgame shows on the radio (I think...I know he was on WGR for awhile), and now he does Trending Buffalo...a mix of sports and social commentary. He was a customer of mine when I ran a Walgreens photo lab...I helped him out a bunch of times, and he was super friendly. I think it started with his wedding pics, or pics of his first kid, or something...something important that he was having a hard time getting help with. Make things easier for people, and they will always come back to you. 6) Rob Ray : "Rayzor" is a former Sabres enforcer, and now he does color commentary on Sabres games. If you like hockey fights , then this guy is friggin' legendary. At one point I had not one, but two autographed Rob Ray jerseys, and I took my little brother to meet him and get his picture taken with him when he was doing an autograph signing at one of the malls. Nice enough guy, but he seemed like he didn't wanna be there. 7) Rick Jeanneret : Speaking of Sabres broadcasters, dude's the premier play-by-play man in the NHL, hands down. I don't care who ya got, Brother Nature  . RJ reigns supreme. No one can match his energy and intesnity behind the mic (and that clip is old enough that it doesn't feature one of his greatest calls...the 2006 OT series-clincher against Ottawa, "Now do you believe...these guys are good! Scary good!" . I won a t-shirt from a local radio station for imitating that call the next day  ). But to me, he was just an old guy wandering the aisles lost at Walgreens. I didn't even recognize him at first, until he started talking..."I'm about to catch a flight to Montreal, and my wife sent me in here..." and I forget what he was looking for, but he was totally not in that section of the store . Hockey will never, ever be the same for me once RJ drops the mic for the final time. Rayzor and RJ...calling Jack Eichel's game-winner in OOOOOOOOOVERTIIIIIIIIME! 8) .moneen. : You've heard this story a gang of times already, the one where I met guys in a band called Moneen. I'm not telling it again; you can reread it here ("Are We Really Happy With Who We Are Right Now?" ) or a few other places in a few other blogs. tl;dr: They are the sweetest dudes ever, and the singer signed mine and DMFM's vinyl copy of The Red Tree . 9) Slug from Atmosphere : Another story I've told too many times before (one of them can be found here:"Trying To Find A Balance" )...Atmosphere came to play a show in Buffalo. While we were waitin' in line outside the venue, Slug walked up the line and said hi to everyone. Of all the shows I've ever been to, I've never seen anyone do that before (maybe I wasn't payin' attention though). I got to shake his hand and get my picture taken, and thank him for entering my life or some other fanboy shit.  10) Kirk Fucking Cameron : The star of eighties sitcom Growing Pains . If you want me to think you're an asshole, come into my store five minutes before we close on a Saturday, stay for a half hour asking dumb questions, and don't buy anything. His wife grew up in the same town as me, about ten minutes down the road from the Stereo Advantage. He held up thirty people's lives because of his "Don't you know who I am?" bullshit. Seriously. And he was on some "Praise Jesus!" tip as well...not what a bunch of teens and 20-somethings wanna hear before gettin' wrecked on a Saturday night. Fuck him. Really. Bonus Local Celebrity! 11) Don's mom from Airport Plaza Jewelers : For real...by the airport there's this little hut (I don't know what else to call it) in a plaza parking lot (they've since also expanded into one of the stores) that buys jewelry and shit. And they have some of the most bizarre commercials and marketing gimmicks goin'. You can drive by and there will be people in chicken costumes waving mannequin arms and legs, because "At Airport Plaza Jewelers, you don't have to pay an arm and a leg!" And it turns out sometimes it's the owner's mom, Barb, in the chicken suit. She's legit the sweetest old lady. She drives a bright yellow VW Beetle, and would come up to my Walgreens photo counter asking for help with her Tracfone. Every couple weeks. She'd buy a new card for it, and we'd add it to her phone. She had thousands of minutes on it that she never used. But she'd bring us homemade cookies and stuff all the time, so we did that for her even though we weren't supposed to. Yeah, I know...you probably haven't heard of most of these people. But I have, and it's my list, so whatever. Like I said, I haven't met too many really famous important people. I'm just not really into that whole celeb-chasing thing. |
| Well, this could get kinda tricky...I've seen House Rules on a couple other lists, but I live basically by myself in a rented room so really, the rules only apply to me and there are no rules. But I've also lived in different environments with different people, so I think what you're gonna end up seeing now are a combination of rules I used to live by with former roommates and ex-girlfriends. Also, from a rules perspective, I'm (in my opinion) pretty easy to live with. I'm easygoing and pretty much DGAF unless you're really starting to piss me off. And if that's the case, you should probably avoid the basement  .Also also...these rules are subject to change based on the situation and my preferences. 1) Take your shoes off at the door. Or don't. I really don't care. That was more my ex's thing, and it applied to everyone except me, because rules don't apply to me. See, here's the real issue: if you have a "Take your shoes off at the door" policy at your place, I'm leavin' my kicks on. I used to be really self-conscious about my feet stank (and for good reason, but now it seems like a non-existent thing)...ain't no street meat I could possibly drag in on the soles of my shoes that was worse than me in just my socks. And now, it's just a matter of convenience. I hate tying my shoes, and I'm really starting to dislike even putting them on and taking them off, because it's just so much work. I'd rather not, kthanks. 2) If you listen to a cd, put it back where you found it. DMFM was the worst offender. I kept my cds in those big books...the ones that would hold 200+. I had six or seven of them, and they were arranged by genre. I know, who does that? Me, that's who. Anyway, Dave would come over, looking for something specific, and then he'd just start leaving cds all over the fucking place, so my tv, coffee table, stereo cabinet, and living room in general looked like a graveyard for listened-to emo classics. Because Dave only came over it seemed when I was listening to hip hop or something "not Dave-friendly", as he would put it. And I'm one of those "it's not lost if I know where it is" types, who can find the random shit quickly if it's where I last put it. 3) Do not leave less than one serving in the box/pitcher/carton/container. Fucking kids...if you have kids, they're the fucking worst about this. On that one day you really want a bowl of cereal, they will be sure to leave you with approximately 2.5 teaspoons of Cheerios in the box. But that's ok, because they also left one and a half swallows of milk in the god damn carton too. 4) Rinse the sink. Why do people have such a hard time brushing their teeth? I see how much toothpaste is used in ads and commercials...when in reality you only need to use 1/4th of that amount. Yet I'll walk into people's bathrooms and it's like someone tried to battle the faucets with lasers that shoot streams of Crest. And you'd think I was talking about five-year-olds...naw homie, I'm talkin' 'bout grown-ass men. And it's not like they were fighting the tube to get the last couple pumps out at the end or something...there's still half a mangled tube left! And people who don't squeeze from the bottom of the tube also piss me off. And while we're on the topic of sinks (and this applies to bathtubs too, ladies), if you shave, clean your nasty deposited hair outta there, drain included. No one wants to see your stubble littering the place like the Stubble Fairy sprinkled magical hair trimmings around during the razor party. Be considerate. 5) Don't ask me if you can have something to eat. This is rule #1 from my very first apartment...I understand your wanting to be polite and shit, but this is a fridge, and these are the cabinets. It's not a museum. If you're hungry, eat. Just clean up after yourself. 6) Don't open doors. This pertains to closets and bedrooms. Look, I'm not really that private of a person, and I don't have a whole lot to hide, nor am I really a messy person, but respect the sanctity of my privatest places y'all. If I thought it was potentially your business, it'd be more easily accessible. And nobody likes a nosy snoop. 7) Don't bother me if I'm in the bathroom. Like many people, I'm a deep thinker when I'm in the shower. I can't be interrupted, or else I might slip and drown (I have a deep paranoia of falling in the shower). There is not one emergency that can't wait for me to dry off and maybe put some clothes on. Also, I like peace and quiet...and sometimes the best way to enjoy that is while snappin' off a log, if ya know what I'm sayin'. I like to read a magazine or occasionally partake in a crossword puzzle, especially if I know I'm about to settle in for a good poop. I would be less mad if you barged in on me having sex just to tell me you finally beat the computer while playing Madden on your Xbox than I'd be if you knocked on the door while I was takin' a shit to tell me a SWAT Team was on our premises looking for three escaped serial killers lurking in our kitchen...that's how strongly I feel about that. 8) If it's just you and I sharing, double-dipping is ok. If you and I are huddled up with a jar of hummus and you wanna double-dip, it's fine with me. Chances are, I know where your mouth's been. And if I didn't like you, I wouldn't bother sharing my food with you anyway. To paraphrase some meme my brother shared on Facebook a few weeks back, we live in a society where it's ok sexually to lick other people's buttholes, but we get all bent out of shape over double-dipping. Priorities, y'all. 9) If I invite you over, don't assume it's a party. If you wanna bring other people through with you, that's cool...just clear it with me first. That way, I don't let you in while just wearing my boxers with my half-eaten box of Triscuits and my newspaper sprawled all over the place while porn plays randomly in the background. 10) Use your phone in the other room. Or not at all, if you're comin' over to hang out with me. But that's kinda how I am with phones in general though...I always hated being on the phone with other people around. Not because I wanted to be sneaky, but because I get distracted easily when I'm trying to focus on one conversation, and I don't want to be rude to anyone else in the room who has to put up with my voice already, and it's not being directed toward them. So, I guess that's it. See...I'm the perfect roommate/house guest/live-in romantic interest! I'm considerate and clean and shit! Let's party! |
| I know I've done "Poems I've Written Recently" in this spot already for "Invalid Item" , but cut me some slack ...I know I'm behind, but this is easy for me because I posted ten more poems today in "100" (my "Give It 100!" project, in case you're just finding this out for the first time...and everyone should try a "Give It 100!" at some point in their life, because it really can help you get better at whatever you wanna be gettin' better at- I know it's shown me I can change up how I go about writing poems and still be happy with the outcome). 1) "Federalsexuals" : All this political bullshit about LGBT rights and religious rights and transgender bathroom stuff and what women can and can't do with their bodies and tampons being taxed or not...drives me up a fuckin' wall. Live and let live, be decent and kind to each other, and let's all be equal as human beings. Too bad our government officials are too busy being hypocrites to ensure that everyone is treated fairly to basic degrees. 2) "Back To The Drawing Board" : I really liked the opening lines...and then I just kinda started rambling. As I often do. 3) "Retronym" : I might've started reminiscing, or woke up with someone in mind, but I honestly don't remember writing this (even though it was only a week ago). It's got a couple good thoughts going on though. I like this one. 4) "Go Blue" : Another one where I didn't really have a specific person in mind...but the though of a specific yet general situation. It's about depression, but from a standpoint of others who only know about it in general terms but are still maybe trying to be supportive. Another one with some pretty good lines, and I kinda like this one too. 5) "My Evil Plan Is In Action!" : I've never entered "Short Shots: Official WDC Contest" before, but this month it's a poetry round and it's based on a picture of a guy in a shirt and tie laughing at a laptop. The poem itself is kinda a throwaway, to be honest. Spend five minutes in a comments section on any website and you'll understand, I guess. 6) "Nods" : I got to thinking about how different generations still hold on to the music they grew up with. I think I was IMing Charlie ~  one morning when I said something like the first line of this...it just stuck with me throughout the day. Sometimes conversations with other people about totally unrelated stuff is good fodder for poetry. I'm no expert though; I just call it like I see it. Anyway, basically...if I have my headphones on, leave me the fuck alone.7) "We Can't Stop Yes We Can" : No clue what this is about or where it came from. I hate copping out like that, but sometimes I just don't remember anymore. Especially if I wasn't impressed enough by it. Also, I used the word "Chillaxing", and for that I should probably be stripped of all poetic credentials, forever. Really, who does that??8) "The Intricacies Of Species" : Sure, it looks like math...but it's depression and anxiety versus the expectations of society, in a way. I probably could've done a better job of explaining that in the body of the poem, but it is what it is. 9) "Summer Girls" : Daydrinking on a sunny Sunday spring afternoon with the windows open in a downtown-ish setting. All the girls are out in their summer clothes, yapping up a storm. It got annoying. Sorry. 10) "Made Out Of Ghosts" : So, I mentioned recently that on last Monday I lost a childhood friend to unfortunate circumstances (still haven't heard from what and I don't wanna know). It threw off my whole week, from a mental perspective (which is partly why I'm flooding everything with all my catching-up bullshit). Of these ten particular poems, this is the one I like the most (even though I wish I didn't feel like I had to write something like it). It's kinda how I view grieving. Anyway, that's another list. Hopefully I can bang out a few more today that are at least a little more original. |
| Firsts. I like how this is categorized in "Invalid Item" as "History"...even though most of it isn't really important or meaningful now so much as maybe it once was. Funny how history and remembering stuff works like that. Don't get me wrong; some of this is meaningful in its own way, I suppose. It's amazing sometimes how much I remember when I consider everything I would probably need to be reminded of. Anyway, I should probably get on with this in lieu of possibly digging myself any deeper holes. First... 1) Teacher: Mrs. Ayer, I think. I'm not totally sure on the spelling. She was my kindergarten teacher, and we shared a double room with Mrs. Bayer...and I only remember this because their names rhymed. I remember all of my elementary and middle school teachers, actually...and if pressed I could probably rattle off my junior high and high school schedules too (but that'd take awhile, and really, who cares?). 2) Job: Besides paper routes? Right after I turned 15 I started working at Arby's in the Galleria Mall. My aunt was an assistant manager (who eventually became the head manager) and got a couple of us jobs there. I think I spent almost a year and a half there. Typical fast food job, and because I was so young I could only work three or four hour shifts. But the mall was super busy, especially on weekends and holidays. And I love my Canadian friends, but y'all terrorized our mall! 3) Kiss: Awww, little Debbie. So adorable. The friend of a friend's sister. She was dating this jerkoff, and I'll steal your honey like I stole your bike . He got on my bus, followed me home and wanted to fight me because he was a tough guy hardass...and because I was on the wrestling team he thought he could just try and shoot a takedown. Bitch, this is a street fight! I just started pummeling his back and the back of his head. Wasn't nothin'. But Debbie...man, I loved her. Young love. I was 14, she was 12...we would hold hands and touch lips between classes. Silly kids. 4) Real Kiss: Heather from the neighborhood. Knew her...forever. Beautiful. I was probably 14, maybe 15? And she was only a year or two younger. We were hangin' out and decided we were bf/gf, like kids do sometimes, I guess. And that first day, when it was time for us to go home, we hugged and went in for the kiss, and it just...happened. I was so used to not kissing a girl like that that it was a surprise. The next day in school, between classes, I went in for the kiss thinking it'd be the same thing...it was decidedly not ok because we were in a crowded hallway full of people, as opposed to an empty fire hall parking lot that doesn't even exist anymore (only in Buffalo will they destroy a parking lot to build houses  )...anyway, we were not bf/gf much longer after that. 5) Boobs And Stuff: Ellen had a Nintendo and lived a block over, in the house next to the house behind mine. There was a cool little shortcut between a fence that I could use to get to her house instead of going all the way around the block. I also slipped her a spare key to my house, and when my mom left for work in the morning she came over on my 16th birthday to make me crepes for breakfast...dressed in lingerie. But she had a boyfriend, so she didn't wanna have sex. I understood, because I'm a silly boy. 6) Time: Lynn was a Catholic school cheerleader...her and some of her friends showed up at one of my school's dances with friends of some of my friends. We were all talkin', and then a slow song came on so I took a chance and asked her to dance. We started makin' out on the dance floor...and I asked her what her name was when we stopped because I'm also a stupid boy. So we started dating, and my friends were amazed that I was with a cheerleader. We were both 16-year-old virgins, nervous and close. It was actually a really good experience, to be honest...not like horror stories I'd heard and imagined (although it wasn't the most romantic of settings either). It was everything after that that drove the relationship to shit...I became a jerk, and she very systematically dumped me at my junior prom because she was about to have heart surgery soon or was seeing someone else from her school, or both. It was both. 7) Car: I didn't get my license until I was...19, I think? Long story. When I was in college the first time around, I was also working at the Arby's by my house (I know...I had multiple Arby's stints  ). I couldn't get promoted unless I had a car; couldn't get a car unless I was promoted. So I got my license and financed a $4000 '89 Plymouth Horizon. I'll say this...it was from one of those little "buy here pay here" corner lot dealers, and it was clean as fuck. My youngest brother, who was four at the time, walked with me down to the place to pick it (it was only a couple blocks). He instantly wanted to ride in the hatchback, so I figured "Why the fuck not?" and I went through the Burger King drive-thru with the kid in the back, unbuckled and not in a car seat or anything. First time owning a vehicle and I've broken all safety laws. 8) Concert: I was 10 or 11, and it was the Monkees' reunion tour in the eighties (without Mike Nesmith). My aunt in Connecticut, who flew us out every summer for a week, took us. 'Weird Al' Yankovic opened, and it was on one of those rotating stages, which was really cool. 9) Adult Concert: Summer of '94...Metallica, with Danzig and Suicidal Tendencies at Darien Lake. Went with a new neighborhood friend and my best friend from high school, who had just finished up his first year at VMI. It was pretty amazing...years later I would run into so many people who had also said they were at that show. 10) Real Job: After deciding I didn't want to work in fast food anymore, my aunt used her mall connections to get me an interview at Koenig Sporting Goods, a regional company that basically sold sneakers and workout clothes and exercise equipment (like a smaller Dick's ). I was hired as an Assistant Manager Trainee, and my first day was Black Friday...the busiest shopping day of the year (in the busiest local mall). My job that day was to hold a clipboard and manage the line for people wanting to try on sneakers. Process that...managing a line of people who wanted to try on shoes. Are stores ever that busy anymore? I haven't shopped in a mall on Black Friday in at least 15 years, so I don't even know. Anyway, now you know more about me than you probably ever cared to know. Sorry/not sorry about being so personal. I didn't really know how else to attempt this "History" idea. |
| Ok, so I'm not sure technically which category this would fall under for "Invalid Item" , but today is the anniversary of William Shakespeare's death in 1616. I probably haven't read anything by him since high school, to be honest...but I did sorta enjoy his works, and if I remember correctly on a curve I probably liked reading his plays a little more than the average of my classmates back in the day, but what the hell do I know anymore? That was probably 25 years ago. So I'm gonna list some of my favorite Shakespeare quotes, which I'm lifting from both a Goodreads blog post and its comments section, because I don't remember a lot of them on my own anymore. Plus he's a wordy bastard . These are in no particular order. 1) "If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die." Twelfth Night 2) "All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages." As You Like It 3) "My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white." Macbeth 4) "'I can see he's not in your good books,' said the messenger. 'No, and if he were I would burn my library.'" Much Ado About Nothing 5) "The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool." As You Like It 6) "Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none." All's Well That Ends Well 7) "The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves." Julius Caesar 8) "My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late. Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy." Romeo and Juliet 9) "You speak an infinite deal of nothing." The Merchant of Venice 10) "This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man." Hamlet O'l Bill had some words to live by I guess. Shoulda paid more attention all those years ago  . |
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