At least I thought it was funny…
The news, not so much. One of life’s tragedies.
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June 2008
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June 24, 2008
The first thing I saw this morning when I opened my MSN was a friend who had the following nick:
RIP George Carlin.
And I thought, “no, it can’t be”. But, alas, it was. George Carlin died.
I can’t even begin to grasp that concept.
As much as I’ve tried all day to remember how it came to be that I started becoming a fan, all I can come up with is a few years back (say 2000 or so) I happened upon a couple mp3’s of some of his most popular material (the seven words bit, or the lists he’d name “Things you don’t want to hear” or “24 things that piss me off”, or the -to me, at least- classic rants on Airport security or the “safety lecture”… or, of course, his rants about religion).
Then came the albums, the HBO specials (which, not having HBO myself, I obtained thanks to the internet), the audio books…
Hell, just so you know I am, in fact, a fan of his and not a bandwagon “oh, he died, let me admire him loudly to gain attention for myself” kind of guy, I’ll share an anecdote with you.
I had downloded the HBO Special “Complaints And Grievances” a few months beforehand, and had practically memorized it.
One day, at a party with some friends, one of them (the host) decided to gather all of the attendees around the computer to listen to something which he said, was the most incredible, the most awesome thing to ever be recorded in MP3 format. It turned out it was the “10 Commandments” part of that special. When I pointed out that it was, indeed a part of the whole HBO special which I had downloaded time before, and when I pointed out that the “list of people who ought to be killed” part was much funnier, they just looked at me like I was some geek, and continued enjoying that fragment of the album.
Their loss, I guess.
George Carlin was a genius not only with the way he deconstructed and played with language forms and use, but also in the way that he manifested his bitterness as comedy – he was always more of a ranter than a joke teller – and it would be unnecesary to say that he was an influence on myself. Not that I’d compare my stupid self to him, but as a fellow cynic, I admire his talent.
Now, together with Mitch Hedberg and Bill Hicks, he is in that big comedy club in the sky.
Joe bless you!
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June 19, 2008
It’s been two years, almost to the day, since I moved what was known as my other blog over here. My, how the time flies!
Anyway, while it would have been nice to write this on the 23rd, which is the anniversary of my first post (at least according to my archives), the recent course my life has taken makes it a little improbable that I’ll be here in front of the computer on said day.
Just last week, coincidentally, as I prepared to type the entry known as “I cried…” (don’t ask where the inspiration for that one came from…), I noticed that became post number 99, and that, obviously, the next one would be a milestone. That kept me from writing a couple of things I had in mind, because I wanted to “make it special”, but since I never decided on just how worthy of “special” a random post on a blog nobody reads is, and it was keeping me from writing, I just decided to get it over with with one sentence.
That being over, I guess I’ll find the time to keep posting. In the meantime, happy anniversary to me, I’ll celebrate on the weekend.
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June 17, 2008
This is post number 100.
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June 8, 2008
…When I said goodbye to my daughter for the last time
… When, in that movie, Godzilla found its dead babies
…When my sister called to say my mom had passed away
…When I ran over a kitten and I looked through the rear view and saw it squirming
…While drunk, when I realized my friends back home don’t give a shit
…With joy, when Canada beat the USA 5-2 in the Salt Lake final in 2002
6 times in 8 years, ain’t bad… if you’re a pain swallower with a permafrown etched into your forehead. Oh well.
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June 4, 2008
Not a week ago, I mentioned I was planning my summer vacation to Mexico for August.
Today I walk into work and see a sign that says, in corporate talk, this:
The plant will be shutting down from June 29th to July 6th.
That, plus my 2 weeks vacation, sounds like a good time, up until the moment I realize I’ve managed to save fuck all.
There are further complications, which I will be disussing shortly. So, in essence, I’m left with the all-too-familiar sensation of NOW FUCKING WHAT?
Oh well, back to the drawing board.
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June 2, 2008
For the past two hours I’ve been listening to channel 6027 on my TV, Sirius’ Heavy Metal channel. It has been cool. Anthrax, Danzig, Metallica, Meshuggah, At The Gates, King Diamond… what the fuck is not to love? They even played Obituary! FUCKING OBITUARY!!!
As I type this, they’re playing a song by mexican thrashsters, Transmetal. And boy, is my face red. I don’t know if I’m more embarrassed to be mexican or a metal fan right now.
It’s a good thing they followed up with Sepultura. Max Cavalera is cool.
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