I was going to update the comic book blog tonight, but decided to stick with this one instead. I don't feel like writing about Kool-Aid Man and the pictures are still screwed up. Maybe when I'm done...Oral Roberts died today. Celebrity Watchdog George Anthony Watson let me know. I can't say I'm sad. Snake oil salesmen selling God to old people for a portion of their pension seems kind of hellish to me. If you believe in God, you can take pleasure in knowing he has more company now. If you're like me, you find the whole thing ironic.
Today was an ... interesting ... day. Don't know what to make of it yet. Had the urge to listen to mid-career Suicidal Tendencies. Heard "Barracuda" on the way to get my daughter. You can't help but turn the radio up when that song comes on. The vocals and lyrics are shit. Utter nonsense. But that guitar. Good lord. It's such a clean, grinding sound that gets your attention every time. No wonder it's a classic. Makes me glad I like rock sometimes. Those who only listen to hip hop are missing out.
I have more to say, but I'm not going to. I'm taking a page out of an old playbook and shutting the hell up.
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I think we are operating under a false sense of assumptions -- that truth is better than the fiction.
I don't feel like I've been true to myself lately, and that is doing a number on me mentally. As Rollins says on "Wartime," "The truth ain't nothin' but the truth."
Well, it's another day. Let's see how fucked up this one can get.
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