The Setting Son

2003-11-23 - 5:05 a.m.

Joe.

Johnette Napolitano. What a fucking story you wrote with, "Joey." Bra-fucking-vo.

Concrete Blonde has but a single hallmark, as far as I've heard, and that's "Joey".

What a fucking song,

2003-11-23 - 4:59 a.m.

Fuck.

Could there be anything more horrible in the world than LOSING EVERY FUCKING REMOTE CONTROL AND WAKING UP TO GARTH FUCKING BROOKS YODELLING IN MY FUCKING EAR?

Infinity RS 6000's...heh...nice speakers....

....uuuhhh...fuck technology...

....I have hiccups.

2003-11-23 - 4:40 a.m.

TOOOONS!

Superman to Anyone:

"Look! He's creadted a yellow force field to counteract Green Lantern's Rays!"

What sorry fucking super hero has a YELLOW weakenss?

God I love 70's toons.

2003-11-23 - 4:24 a.m.

"Doo-dee-doo-dee-doo-in-spec-tor-gaah-jet..."

Hey...you ever notice that the evil dude from Superfriends is the same voice as Claw from Inspector Gatget? That's about 15 years apart. Cool.

2003-11-23 - 3:52 a.m.

Magic Lasso THIS.

I don't fucking care HOW high I may be...

...Wonder Woman was a fucking babe in the 70's and she still makes me stiff.

Cartoon AND action.

2003-11-23 - 3:15 a.m.

SHAPE OF....A BICYCLE SEAT!

It is with great reluctance and deliverance that I hack this fucking diatribe out because I know YOU my unstately readers would appreciate the magnitude of ending such a hill-fucking-larious night as Iï¿½ve just had.

Ok, thereï¿½s a story in all of this, I really donï¿½t know if thereï¿½s an ending because as I type this I notice my veiney hands look autotomic as words move to keyboard, they look like implements for crushing and hurting and breaking and yet thereï¿½s a few fucking words that come out of them that makes them all worth while and I realize that yeah, I still AM really high.

THIS, my ugly following, is what I think of you. My ramblings I release Unto You. Please bear with meï¿½.

So the Rev calls me up and says, ï¿½Yeah, Slickï¿½s girlfriendï¿½s hookinï¿½ us up with some guy who knows a guy who knows a guy whoï¿½s selling some shit whoï¿½s got some that and Iï¿½m pickinï¿½ it up in an hour.ï¿½

Cool.

The Rev tells me when I get to his place that it was like meeting Wade Davis crossed with H.R. Geiger. Well, he dinï¿½t say those words exactly, but that, my bloated following is what youï¿½ll have to get used to as I spin my probably endless yarn.

So weï¿½re sitting there, and right away I see the shear impossibility of this NOT being a good night as the Rev refuses my joint by saying with a mouth full of Mexican Magic Mushrooms, ï¿½Naw, Man, that shitï¿½s fucking me up lately.ï¿½

Wee fucking haw.

Of course it was the typical ï¿½Letï¿½s-Get-Fucking-Baked-Instead-Of-The-Normal-Toastedï¿½ kinda mushroom night and we methodically polished off the ï¿½shrooms in the run of the next hour.

And yï¿½know what? Iï¿½d serve that shit in a dish they were that fucking tasty! I mean, Iï¿½m a PEI Capital ï¿½Mï¿½ushroom nee BC fungus kinda guy, and NOTHINï¿½, neither fresh nor dried were as damned tasty as those morsels. Like dried porcinis they was, Iï¿½d have served em with fois gras and miso soup, with deep fried leek threadsï¿½

ï¿½but weï¿½re guys so we ate them with beer.

Smoke break.

JESUS CHRIST, howï¿½s a fucking guy to keep his fucking attention with the other BLOGs catching my fancy and Soul Caliber II needing pounding and the undeniable urge to not let the night end. Really.

Christ. This is one FUCK of an entry. Iï¿½LL appreciate it NOW if nobody else.

As the Revï¿½d say, ï¿½Folks! Bear with me, Iï¿½m high on fucking mushrooms, but Iï¿½ll make sense in a minute.ï¿½

WHAT thaï¿½ FUCK?

So we show up to this party where the only person he knows is THE person holding it and sheï¿½s but a distant fucking relative of him.

One thing about the Rev, is that he knows EVERY last person of his last name in the world. There are that few. How fucking cool is it to be able to say that? Even though they ARE Dutch.

Anyhow, so basically, Rev knows her like I know you. VERY fucking casually. He knows sheï¿½s a dyke, knows sheï¿½s not shy about drugs, but thatï¿½s about it.

I said to him before we got there and before I got un-not-high, ï¿½If thereï¿½s a buffet and people have taken their fucking shoes off, Iï¿½m fucking outta there.ï¿½

There was. They didnï¿½t. I stayed. And boy am I fucking glad.

Jaysus. Soul Caliber II breakï¿½GOD I LOVE MUSHROOMS! WOO HOO!

Aw fuck it. A joint and 2 smokes later and Iï¿½m watching YTV and am bent on how badly written the old Superfriends cartoons were and how great they were when I was a kid and realize HOW FUCKING LITTLE you know as a kidï¿½

ï¿½that and I cannot do the night justice with the words I have tonight. Maybe tomorrow, maybe not. Either way, this entry was well intended. And it was a spec-fucking-taculraly unique night.

Sorry for the delay.

Move along.

(Superman catching Robin from his ï¿½getting the anti-gravity beltï¿½)

ï¿½Yï¿½ok lil buddy?ï¿½

OK? Itï¿½s fucking ROBIN! He was the bullï¿½s-eye Batman sent out AHEAD of his shadowy self!

God drugs.

You love em. You love me.

1 of you fuckers have been accounted for.