Now, don't get me wrong. I'm a gloutton for the news. I read stories on various online news sources, watch ABC World News Tonight and Inside Edition, and almost always glance at the paper. I want to know what is up in my community, and the world surrounding it. And it's even worse than usual, during election time.
However, I don't want to listen to news on my fucking car radio, when I'm driving. Talk radio is the most boring thing ever, and is probably the number one cause of trucking accidents - because it puts people to sleep, when they should be focused on the road.
Also, today, it just ruined something that's been a dear part of my life for as long as I can remember: 96.5 WHTQ, the local classic rock station. I've enjoyed that station, at least since kindergarten or first grade - all the way up to yesterday. When I'm driving, I need some music - and I don't have a CD player in my car, nor can I obtain recent or even older music on cassette anymore. I need rock and roll radio!
Yes, we still have 101.1 WJRR - but what about when that goes to a commercial break? I'm not always in the mood for hip-hop and top 40 - and I'm just about never in the mood for country! Yeah! Why couldn't they replace a country or a hip-hop station with this babble?
It's just another reminder of how my community is changing, and in some ways for the worse. I mean, NASA discontinued the space shuttle. And, my grandfather passed away last month. What's next? Those wackos may actually be right about their bullshit about what might happen on December 21st of next year?!!?
I have enough things to be upset about in life, and talk radio will only enrage me even more. Bring back the rock and roll, damn it!
Friday, August 19, 2011
Monday, August 1, 2011
One More Year 'Til 30!
Yes, it's true. I'm twenty-fucking-nine, today...
And what does this mean?
I'm trying to figure that one out. I already outlived Robert Johnson, Brian Jones, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, Mia Zappata, Kurt Cobain, and Amy Winehouse by two years. Hell, I outlived Nick Drake by three years, 2Pac by four years, and both Cliff Burton and The Notorious B.I.G. by five years.
I will at least be in my thirties, before I have a wife and kids. Then again, Al Pacino is approaching seventy - and has never been married. Happy as a fucking clam, like that chick once said in He's Just Not That Into You. I do want to pursue a relationship with a woman, though, and if it leads to marriage...cool.
"Life is Not a Race" - a song by 311, on their 1999 album Soundsystem - has recently helped me realize that the truth is just that. Life isn't a race. People live at their own pace. I need to stop worrying about the absurd concept of "getting a wife and kids on time," and return to living. Not just merely being a soul within a body that contains operating organs - but fucking living, man.
One thing I'm planning on, though, is to be as productive as possible at twenty-nine. I mean, twenty-eight sucked - with my most recent ex-girlfriend shoving it in my nose about how much she "loves" her current boyfriend, my longtime crush suddenly deciding that she doesn't want to talk to me anymore and then asking her boss to ban me from the coffee shop she used to work at, lame country music still being popular for some reason I fail to identify, and the worst of all: my grandfather passing away, just three days shy of his eighty-second birthday.
But, while I can't promise that I won't ever be bitter about anything again, I'm going to try to at least quit being so fucking Mundchausen's-y about it.
YEAH, WHAT!
And what does this mean?
I'm trying to figure that one out. I already outlived Robert Johnson, Brian Jones, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, Mia Zappata, Kurt Cobain, and Amy Winehouse by two years. Hell, I outlived Nick Drake by three years, 2Pac by four years, and both Cliff Burton and The Notorious B.I.G. by five years.
I will at least be in my thirties, before I have a wife and kids. Then again, Al Pacino is approaching seventy - and has never been married. Happy as a fucking clam, like that chick once said in He's Just Not That Into You. I do want to pursue a relationship with a woman, though, and if it leads to marriage...cool.
"Life is Not a Race" - a song by 311, on their 1999 album Soundsystem - has recently helped me realize that the truth is just that. Life isn't a race. People live at their own pace. I need to stop worrying about the absurd concept of "getting a wife and kids on time," and return to living. Not just merely being a soul within a body that contains operating organs - but fucking living, man.
One thing I'm planning on, though, is to be as productive as possible at twenty-nine. I mean, twenty-eight sucked - with my most recent ex-girlfriend shoving it in my nose about how much she "loves" her current boyfriend, my longtime crush suddenly deciding that she doesn't want to talk to me anymore and then asking her boss to ban me from the coffee shop she used to work at, lame country music still being popular for some reason I fail to identify, and the worst of all: my grandfather passing away, just three days shy of his eighty-second birthday.
But, while I can't promise that I won't ever be bitter about anything again, I'm going to try to at least quit being so fucking Mundchausen's-y about it.
YEAH, WHAT!
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