I Wasn't a Big Enough Loser...
I was thinking a bit today and I noticed that I didn't feel as much as a loser as I normally do. Then it hit me. I haven't posted an actual flog in like fourteen years. I need my dose of loserness, or else I might actually start being cool. God forbid that I might get laid sometime this century.
What have I been up to lately? Well, I just got a super kick ass blast from the past in the mail a few days ago. Years ago, I owned a cd. I let someone borrow it in exchange for letting me borrow one of their cd's. What cd did I borrow? How about the second FAT comp. It's a pretty kick ass comp. And it only cost $4. I bought it, but never returned the kid's comp, hence, I never got my cd back either. Well, as of two days ago, I once again own my lost cd. What cd? How about Sleepasaurus!!! Fucking right bitches! I once again own one of my favorite cd's by a local punk rock band... who were actually from New York, but they played in St. Marys like a million times. They put out a few kick ass 7 inch records. The best being Master of Muppits and they mocked the Metallica album Master of Puppets except the Sleepasaurus cover had the fucking Muppets!!! It was a super sweet cover and I bought the record before I had actually heard the band play. Talk about a lucky buy because it's 5 super fast, poppy punk songs that are just super fucking sweet. Anyhow, I know own their only full length album that was put out on CREEP Records. CREEP is a super awesome record label from south eastern Pennsylvania. They gave the world Plow United. They gave the world the Boils. They gave the world some other great bands that I can't really think of right now because I don't feel like it.
Anyhow, that's my music right now. Sleepasaurus and the newest Lagwagon. I knew Blaze was a pretty sweet album when it first came out, but it took a few years of never listening to it for me to really appreciate it. I randomly just threw it in my discman a few weeks and I realized just how amazingly sweet this album is. The drums are pretty sweet. The guitar work is top-notch. But, what really sets this apart from most recent punk albums is the lyrics. They are personal, yet vague. They let you know that the lyrics mean something, but they aren't so specific that they might miss their mark. There are a few songs that mention the world events surrounding 9/11 but they aren't the same lame patriotic songs that Toby Keith would do. And, they aren't the same lame punk songs criticizing the U.S. Instead, they seem to talk about the emotions of people around the world. My favorite line from any of the songs, though, is from "Never Stops" and the line just says that "Everyone is guilty now." It's pretty god damn true.
So, last saTURDay I did something for the first time that I'm both proud of and ashamed of. And, no, I didn't rape a ten year old boy. I wouldn't be ashamed of that in the least. What I did was, I was a Dungeon Master for about ten hours straight. It was so darn fun, yet so god damn nerdy it made me want to puke. But, it did help to get yet another youth addicted to something less deadly, but more stigmatic than crack. Is it sad that I love something that I think is so god damn lame?
Answer: Yes.
Well, I'm off to do something other than this. Maybe I'll read a book. Maybe I'll work on my script some more. Maybe I'll watch the Pirates lose yet another game to those damn Yankees.
What have I been up to lately? Well, I just got a super kick ass blast from the past in the mail a few days ago. Years ago, I owned a cd. I let someone borrow it in exchange for letting me borrow one of their cd's. What cd did I borrow? How about the second FAT comp. It's a pretty kick ass comp. And it only cost $4. I bought it, but never returned the kid's comp, hence, I never got my cd back either. Well, as of two days ago, I once again own my lost cd. What cd? How about Sleepasaurus!!! Fucking right bitches! I once again own one of my favorite cd's by a local punk rock band... who were actually from New York, but they played in St. Marys like a million times. They put out a few kick ass 7 inch records. The best being Master of Muppits and they mocked the Metallica album Master of Puppets except the Sleepasaurus cover had the fucking Muppets!!! It was a super sweet cover and I bought the record before I had actually heard the band play. Talk about a lucky buy because it's 5 super fast, poppy punk songs that are just super fucking sweet. Anyhow, I know own their only full length album that was put out on CREEP Records. CREEP is a super awesome record label from south eastern Pennsylvania. They gave the world Plow United. They gave the world the Boils. They gave the world some other great bands that I can't really think of right now because I don't feel like it.
Anyhow, that's my music right now. Sleepasaurus and the newest Lagwagon. I knew Blaze was a pretty sweet album when it first came out, but it took a few years of never listening to it for me to really appreciate it. I randomly just threw it in my discman a few weeks and I realized just how amazingly sweet this album is. The drums are pretty sweet. The guitar work is top-notch. But, what really sets this apart from most recent punk albums is the lyrics. They are personal, yet vague. They let you know that the lyrics mean something, but they aren't so specific that they might miss their mark. There are a few songs that mention the world events surrounding 9/11 but they aren't the same lame patriotic songs that Toby Keith would do. And, they aren't the same lame punk songs criticizing the U.S. Instead, they seem to talk about the emotions of people around the world. My favorite line from any of the songs, though, is from "Never Stops" and the line just says that "Everyone is guilty now." It's pretty god damn true.
So, last saTURDay I did something for the first time that I'm both proud of and ashamed of. And, no, I didn't rape a ten year old boy. I wouldn't be ashamed of that in the least. What I did was, I was a Dungeon Master for about ten hours straight. It was so darn fun, yet so god damn nerdy it made me want to puke. But, it did help to get yet another youth addicted to something less deadly, but more stigmatic than crack. Is it sad that I love something that I think is so god damn lame?
Answer: Yes.
Well, I'm off to do something other than this. Maybe I'll read a book. Maybe I'll work on my script some more. Maybe I'll watch the Pirates lose yet another game to those damn Yankees.
posted by Jym Is Cool at 6:08 AM
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