Don’t despair,
just because it’s Christmas.
Children, they’re
all so gay at Christmas.
All the children on the street
hope they get something good to eat.
But for me it’s not so great.
Fuck Christmas!
~Fear
Ah, the holidays. A time of great expectation, greed and disappointment. A time to not be with loved ones, but people we are obliged to. A time not of joy, but sacrifice for others fragile facade of joy. A time not of love, but duty. Usually, the holidays are a black cloud over my year.
This year, I’m actually excited about X-mass (I ain’t Christian, so I celebrate the Code Red guzzling, snow boarding, bong hitting guy in a red hat). I get to spend a week with family and friends that I haven’t seen in years. Wife, Kid and I are heading to Omaha for a few days. It’ll be nice to kick it, drink beers, have some good food and bull shit with no responsibility to anyone but my bed. Wife will get a respite from all the work and family drama that’s been weighing down on her lately. Most importantly, my family will get to hang out with Kid, my pride and joy.
I hope everyone out there gets to have a great holiday like I’m planning on having this year.
~Fin
Go ahead. I know how you feel about it. Just piss all over it. Have a blast, jerk.
Kid’s 13th birthday party
Lasertag in Dundalk
Yellow team, 5 girls
Green, 5 boys
Epileptic seizures, black light maze
Headshot
Male domination through Lasertag
~Fin
So, fuck yeah.
It’s going to be a guitar shredding X-mass at the old Aaronichi home this year. Wife and I are getting Kid a Squire starter set. I’m asking Santa for a set up as well, but I’m still on the fence between this bad ass rig and this tool of metal destruction. I know, I have no clue how to play guitar, but with those axes I could probably shit in a bucket on the strings and it’ll sound like Thor on Rock Sauce. A good friend of mine has agreed to teach me and Kid how to throw down together at the same time and shit. It’ll be rad. I don’t care what she WANTs to play, we’re going to be the first father daughter doom metal band ever. We just need to get Wife to learn to play drums, and it’ll be like the Brady Bunch tour, but with drop D tuning and the devil. Oh, yes, we will keep the spandex jumpsuits with fringe work on the arms.
Bored on Friday, tooling around myspace. You can see a kind of surfing narrative.
The Walruz, Sleep, Church of Misery, Sonic Flower, Orange Sunshine, Acrimony, Cathedral, Pentagram, Possessed, Elias Hulk, Aardvark, Nosferatu, Pinguin, Moving Gelatine Plates, Gods of Hellfire, Khang, Gloomy Sunday, Witchcraft, Dead Man, Graveyard, November, Plankton, Grand Magus, These Guys Completely Suck, Trouble, Witchfinder General, Blind Witch, Blindmann, Bigelf, Astra, TITAN, Saviours, The Sword, Drunken Horse, Doom Riders, Old Man Gloom, Bloodhorse
Bored of this.
~Fin
Wife and I had a Halloween/anniversary party Saturday (you weren’t invited?). The theme was a 50’s Better Homes and Gardens party with a twist that would make M. Night Shamalamalama pee. We were satanists. We had an alter with a dead guy splattered all over the place. His chest cavity played host to our sangritic elixir. We also put the corpse in front of the house for the trick or treaters pleasure last night. t made a hand full of kids and a couple parents cry. If you want pictures and a walk through of the making of the dead guy, read on…
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“For my own part, regret nothing. Have lived life, free from compromise, and step into the shadow now without complaint.”
-from Rorschach’s Journal
Halloween is a great time, a time to step into the shadows without regret. Priests sup with Satan. Doctors and nurses share beer with the dead. Officer Poncharellos take tequila shots from Rainbow Brites’ cleavages. This is the one day of the year that I embrace American repression. This is the one day of the year that the pendulum swings back and Americans live fantasy. Hell, I’ll be honest: I love the parades of women in sexy costumes. I applaud the fact that that’s all women can buy in a packaged costume. If you don’t have the imagination and foresight to make a REAL costume, getcher cleavage out and show off your legs. Just don’t complain when my costume ends up being a dirty 30-something guy with lateral epicondylitis in his right arm…
~fin
