December 12, 2006

I Love Livin’ in the City

Verse 1:
My house smells just like a zoo
It’s chock full of shit and puke
Cockroaches on the walls
Grass growing on my balls
oh well I’m so clean cut
and I just want to fuck some slut

Chorus:
I love living in the city
I love living in the city

Verse 2:
Ive spent my whole life in the city
where junk is king and the air smells shitty
people puking everywhere
piles of blood, scabs, and hair
bodies wasted and disease
young people dieing on the streets
but the suburban scumbags they don’t care
they just get fat and die their hair

Chorus:
I love living in the city
I love living in the city

When I was about twenty, I lived with a couple of guys down near Emory University. Both of them attended, one was a poli-sci major, and the other an archeology major. Both of them real high-profile well paying jobs (not). Not that I can say anything. I slept on the couch and rode MARTA to work 30 miles from there to flip burgers.

As anyone who has read the blog for awhile nows, I am pretty much a metal head, or at least I was when that sort of crap really mattered to me. One thing I learned from these guys though was a real appreciation for other sorts of music. Both of them were very much into hardcore as well as other stuff. Some of the music that I listened to while living with them is Concrete Blonde (one of my favorites) and as referred to in the above song, Fear. I love Lee Ving’s gravelly voice and over the last few years have picked up a couple of their albums, as well as MD-45’s The Craving, which was an album he did with Dave Mustaine. Don’t bother trying to buy it new though, it was remastered with Mustaine doing all of the lyrics. You can find it on eBay though, just make sure it is the 1996 (I think) release, not 2004.

Fear has a home page at leeving.com and fearrecords.com, but it just appears to be a place holder and no content whatsoever. Last time I was there was a year or two ago, and at that point he was at least posting a bit of news, but no more.

I wonder what happened to those guys. One was from Natchez, and I know he is married and living back there. I need to try and call him, next time I am in NO I would like to look him up and see how things are going. The other is from Atlanta and I used to run into him occasionally, the last time being at a Ren Fest a few years back. They were both pretty good guys and I miss them greatly.


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Some people are just a waste of perfectly good oxygen…

…like most of my second and third shift employees. Since my food cost is so fucking high, I have been spending an inordinate amount of time checking tickets. EVERY ticket that comes through the place. Normally I would just go through and make sure that none were missing, and maybe check about five from each waitress. Since there is so much waste going on, I needed to start going through them with a fine tooth comb. I was there until after midnight last night.

My third shift is pretty slow right now. VERY slow. There’s nothing here in town to keep people awake after 9PM or so, not even a grocery store or any other places, so it is pretty dead. About 10:30PM or so, my entire third shift decided to sit their happy asses down at the low counter and take a break. This is only about an hour and a half since the start of the shift, so it’s not like everyone was exhausted from the five customers they had waited on. We have assigned cleaning, and prep work, and plenty of shit to do. Any we don’t sit down in the customer area while on the clock. I guess they must have forgotten that I was there, or maybe they are as fucking stupid as I think they are.

I decided to clock their asses out until they got back up. Hell, about 11PM or so I got tired of waiting, leaned out from the back room and asked if they had finished their assigned cleaning. My cook says brilliantly “What?”. I explained that they don’t get paid while sitting at my low counter and they need to get their stuff taken care of. They were up and working at least until I left about and hour later. I’m sure that they sat their asses back down once that happened.

I went by this afternoon briefly to speak with my boss, and the ONE extra thing that I had assigned my cook did not get done. I can’t wait for the holidays to be over so that I can get rid of the rest of these ass clowns.

Religion

A few months ago I visited the CAIR website. Apparently if you sign up on their list they will send you a free copy of the Koran. Cool. I mean, you can’t really diss a religion if you don’t actually know anything about it. I know all about it’s millions of worshipers, but that doesn’t really tell me anything about Islam itself other than a bunch of stupid people worship, but that’s not a lot different than other religions, except that they are more violent, while the other major religions of the world have evolved and let the secular governments take care of violence for them.

Damn, this thing is big and heavy. It’s going to take me forever to read it. For the time being it is sitting in the shrink wrap on my floor, so I guess I am already starting out bad, at least according to the coversheet that they sent with it. Speaking of the coversheet, here’s what it says.

This is a book that We have revealed to you (Prophet Muhammad) so that you may lead mankind out of the depths of darkness into the light.” (The Holy Quran, 14:1)

Greetings:

Thank you for requesting your copy of the Holy Quran, Islam’s revealed text. This is an important step toward understanding and coming to appreciate the universal teachings of Islam.

I hope you will take the earliest opportunity to read its verses and reflect on their meaning, thus doing your part to promote mutual understanding and tolerance of religious diversity in America.

That certainly starts out innocently enough. Of course I want religious diversity and freedom in America. Hell, I’m even OK if the Great Spaghetti Monster takes a stop in and wants to hang out.

As you may know, Muslims regard the Quran as the inerrant Word of God as revealed to the Prophet blah blah blah and so on lets get to the good part.

Muslims are taught from an early age to treat the Quran with great care and respect. For example, Muslims avoid placing the Quran on the floor, near the toilet and sink, near the feet, or in dirty or wet areas, as this is considered inappropriate treatment of a holy text.

Oops. Since it’s currently holding down the floor next to my computer desk, I guess I am already fucked. Well, it is still wrapped up, maybe I have an out there. I wonder if my mail carrier made sure not to set her mail bag on the floor today. She could already be subject to eternal damnation for that one.

Many Muslims hold the Quran by taking it in both hands as one would a valuable piece of art and keep themselves in a state of ritual purity, washing before opening the holy book.

Damn, I forgot to wash after I played with myself earlier. I haven’t even cracked the book and have already sinned. That’s pretty heavy stuff.

Just as Muslims are expected to treat the religious texts of others with the utmost respect and courtesy, so too do we hope that you will take the information above into consideration when handling the Holy Quran. (or we will come fuck your mothers and cut your dick off before we blow something up).

Damn. Most of my reading time for something like this is spent on the toilet, so the entire time I will be reading it, Muhammad will be looking down on me thinking what a bastard I am.


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Internet Connection

Damn it. I can’t get past my router tonight. Not a DNS issue this time either, just can’t get out. This sucks. That’s OK, I have a couple of Cd’s to burn. I think I am going to put Vista back on this thing, but on a separate partition, so that I don’t lose everything if it crashes.