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A Taste of Dramageddon

Posted on Tuesday, February 23rd, 2010 at 4:02 pm
I really don’t have a clue how to start this, so I suppose it’s best to simply admit that. As far as blogs go, I suck. I’m pretty much the worst blogger in existence, if for no other reason than that my entries are ages apart. One would say that’s a sign of laziness, but it actually has more to do with me wanting to keep the entries funny and upbeat. And while my blog entries would probably have you believe I’m super happy and well-adjusted, I’m really not. Frankly, I’m a disaster on nearly every level. Emotionally, I’m completely batshit. Physically, I’m lost. The harder I try to attain the slightest semblance of something awesome, the more I fail. It could be said that, if I’m a master of anything, I’m a master of failing emphatically. Were this blog entry a documentary, we’d probably be reaching the point where the editor slips in some footage of a Cesna plowing into a mountainside. (Hang in there. There’s still time.)


In truth, I’ve forgotten the exact reason for picking this entry as my “return” to blogging. I guess I just have a lot of thoughts floating around in my head and I need a place to vent. Traditionally, I would turn to my friends. But in some cases, my friends are the problem. (That’s not entirely how it was supposed to sound. And it isn’t entirely the case here.) It’s not so much that they’re the problem, so much as the absence of them is an ongoing problem. When normal people are feeling like everything in life is a diarrhea waterfall, they have their closest friends to turn to. My closest friend is in fucking Australia (and he’s been out of touch for two weeks, which isn’t normal in and of itself). There’s not really a particular person I can turn to when I just need someone to listen or simply need some advice. There’s Daniel, but he is also part of the problem, so talking to him about it would simply result in both of us feeling like shit. Along these lines, I actually had a chat yesterday with a friend of mine via Yahoo. He told me that I should consider a change of scenery. (He actually suggested Thailand or China, which seemed rather funny at the time. I guess he figures I like Asian men enough to surround myself with them for the rest of my life. He’s probably slightly right.) He said I should just leave my life as I know it and just start all over somewhere else. That’s a rather acceptable option on its face, but a lot of my current depression stems from a change of scenery. Lots of bits chipped off from the block around that time. *shrugs*


I’ve been feeling this way for quite some time. Lots of big things and little things are at fault. It’s hard to really go through and pick them all. Doing so just seems like I’m giving too much attention to one little thing. I don’t like looking at the shitty little pixels; I tend to look at the shitty picture as a whole. Makes it easier to swallow. I keep losing my sanity and my friends (in equal bits, I suppose). More to distance than anything else. They’re around, but they’re… somewhere. I hope that makes sense. I try to replace them with “stuff” and “things” and, in some cases, creatures. But stuff gets ruined. Creatures die. Everything turns to dust. Etc, etc, etc. I’m very much in love with someone who is amazing and caring and delightfully neurotic, but who (unknowingly) makes me feel like I’m eating myself from the inside out. Being with him makes me someone other than who I am, which is probably an improvement, but certainly not healthy for my inner self. (That sounds like hippie bullshit. Not that I have anything against hippies.) But yeah… I can’t tell him that. Hopefully, he’ll read this and my moods will make more sense to him. (No clue how that’ll work out.) He’s not doing anything, per se. He just… I don’t know. That’s too hard to explain, so I’ll bench that for now. A close friend’s newfound happiness was just sort of the final… what’s the phrase… nail in the coffin? No… um… straw on the camel? Something like that. In any case, that was the final piece of the world’s worst puzzle. (In case you’re reading this, and you know who you are, I hope you realize that I was already fucked up inside before all this. Your news wasn’t the sole cause of my recent internal ka-boom, and I’m sorry if it came across that way. It’s just that it didn’t help matters and it just made me dump all over you like my entire life is your fault. It’s not. We both know that. I love you and I’m sorry I’m routinely such an asshole. Thanks for sticking around, one way or another.) So… yeah… things have been brewing. I had this sort of zombie day at work yesterday. I don’t fully know if I really did what I was supposed to. I was just too focused on trying not to focus. That can really fuck a guy up. I nearly severed a digit with a razor blade. I wouldn’t be able to give “The Finger” or the peace sign anymore. (Not that I necessarily do either all that frequently, but it’s nice to have the option.) Maybe I’ll lose a nipple today. Stranger things have happened, right?


Hmm… I think I can stop writing here. (tl;dr, right?) I wanted to vent a few things out there and this seemed to have worked for the moment. I have the shower running and it’s time to go to work, so I’ll head out. Thanks for reading, whether you’re on the “We love you” side or the “You’re a fucktard” side.


Mind the gap.


Keep calm and carry on.


-Justin

Posted in Life, Random |

Book + Hollywood = Good Times?

Posted on Wednesday, June 17th, 2009 at 9:25 pm

Note: I’m killing two birds with one pretzel today. (I figure pretzels are a nicer death than rocks. I’m not a total barbarian, after all.) While waiting for the magic moment when I could wander off and pull my clothing from the dryer, I recorded a podcast episode. I then remembered that I hadn’t cooked up a blog entry since April, so I loosely transcribed my podcast to share here with my readers. And I suppose I should say I transcribed loosely, as opposed to loosely transcribed, so as not to imply that I was plastered while typing. (If you booze, you lose! Stay in school! It’s great to learn ’cause knowledge is power!) Enjoy!

For the audio, use this link (the first 30 seconds or so is the theme song, not a mistake)…

http://media.libsyn.com/media/theburrow/jtm004.mp3


So… it would appear that I absolutely suck when it comes to updating anything. Both my podcast and my blog are beginning to collect dust and cobwebs and all sorts of stuff that Kim and Aggie would disapprove of. (Did you catch that reference without clicking the link? Yes? Ah… you’re awesome.) Where the podcast is concerned, I did record an episode a few weeks back. But it was depressing. VERY depressing. Reading Angela’s Ashes while watching Titanic and listening to The Cure kind of depressing. Alas, it wasn’t published. The good news is that there’s not much in the way of bad news today. Wicked, eh?

I was a lazy bugger for most of the morning, having slept in until 12:30 or so. After a proper shower and all that goodness, I was later abducted by Sean (one of my only local “real world” friends), with whom I journeyed to the cinema! Well… to the pet store and Cup o’ Joe (a coffee shop)… THEN the cinema. We opted for a turn-off-your-brain kind of film (“Drag Me to Hell“) and had a pretty good time. Shorter than normal though, since SOMEONE forgot he had plans with his mother. *shakes head* The crusty old booger. But a good time was had nonetheless.


I haven’t had much reading time as of late, which sucks. I can’t seem to find much time when I’m not being bothered by Dani (I love you!) or neighbor-related noises or migraines. I have a bunch of books I’ve been wanting to start and/or finish reading (including Death Note 11—which I’ve been attempting to finish for 3 or 4 months—and Lee’s sure-to-be nosemilkshooterific books), but the only place I ever seem to get much peace is at the library. And since COTA is quite possibly the nation’s worst transit system, and I do not have a vehicle of my own, I don’t end up at the library as often as I’d like. I hope I’ll manage to put aside a decent chunk of my next day off, so I can finally get a bit of reading done.


On a sort of book-related note, I’m really excited about a few books from my childhood that are being turned into films. Excited and scared, really… you never know what liberties the scary Hollywood folks are going to take with the source material. One movie that’s been on my radar for awhile now is “Where the Wild Things Are.” (If you haven’t read the book… um… check your pulse. Make sure you’re among the living.) This one really scares the crap out of me (figuratively speaking, I assure you) because it is entirely possible for Spike Jonze and Warner Brothers to completely mangle this book and kill all the best parts for the sake of “making a great film.” I’m optimistic, based on what I’ve seen in trailers and a few film clips on IMDB and other sites. Another interesting one will be “Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs.” Honestly, I never even remotely considered this would be made into a film. It simply never crossed my mind, but it’s a brilliant idea. For those who haven’t read the book, it’s about this town where it rained and snowed and such, but it was never what we’d consider rain or snow. They’d end up with things like hamburgers and soup and noodles and pizza. It’s really perfect for the big screen and should be a pretty great adaptation. And it will be a 3D film which, while gimmicky, could work really well with this type of story.


There’s also “Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince” coming up next month. And while that’s not necessarily from my childhood (I was in high school when I started reading the series), it’s a book-based film that I’m definitely looking forward to. I’m up to my knees in set reports and pictures and trailers, thanks to all my favorite fan sites, so I’m super excited. (I’m a nerdy little Slytherin, I know.) The more I see of the film, and the more I hear about it, the more anxious I get. And I’ll probably see the film a billion times and spend an entire paycheck on toys and stickers and all sorts of childish Harry Potter stuff that I love so much. I have high hopes for the film, so let’s hope it all plays out well.


I’m going to run off now because it’s late and I really should be asleep. I need to go grab my laundry and konk out. So until next time, be good and stay out of trouble. Night!

Posted in Books, Random |

Himalayan Butt Rot

Posted on Friday, April 24th, 2009 at 5:13 am

It’s about 2am and I just finished doing one of the most poop-ular things in the world: cleaning a rat cage. I love my furry little buggers. I really do. But I will never understand how creatures that small can produce so much waste. Honestly, every time I clean the cage, it looks like someone dumped little drops of Marmite along the underside of their bedding. (Marmite… hmmm… that kind of took it to a strange place. *looks left… looks right… continues*) Cleaning the cage involves a lot of soap and water, as it’s glass on five sides, so I inevitably end up covered in suds and wishing I had a magic wand to charm the poo and bacteria away. Halfway through cleaning, I realized I didn’t have any paper towels to dry the cage, so I decided to walk to Speedway—a local gas station/convenience store—to pick some up. Oddly enough, 2 in the morning is a great time to be wandering around outdoors. The weather is nice, there aren’t a lot of cars driving about, and no one is around to call you a weirdo when you leave a gas station with a roll of Bounty and a shredded pork burrito. Thankfully, when I got back, the rest of the process went well and the rats are now happily jumping around and making noise, which seems to be their “thing” as they get bigger and bigger.


“Himalayan butt rot” is something I mention a lot. I don’t remember when it started, nor do I remember why, but it’s a phrase I love to use. (Example: “Wow, Cindy… you don’t look human today. I thought you got over your Himalayan butt rot last week.”) I tried Googling it today and found that there are no results for it. (What?! That’s madness!) So here’s my attempt at finally getting the horrible, tragic plague of Himalayan butt rot out there for all of Googledom to observe. (Well… not so much observe, as that would require pictures. And since Himalayan butt rot is a fictitious disease, there are no known photographs.)


Ok… I should really be doing a load of laundry right about now, but I’m going to be lazy and watch “Good Eats” instead. (Yay, me!) Be good, stay safe, and don’t run with scissors. (Mom totally wasn’t lying about that one.)


Until next time…

Posted in Random, Rats |