I had intended to write something else in this entry but while I was going image searches to go with it I came across something that was more journal suited.
Does anyone understand this shit? A while ago I was given an underground "illegal" publication. I forget what it was called but it was full of really shitty comic art like this and the subject matter was overly offensive. I usually don’t have a problem with offensive material but the book I was given was offensive simply to be offensive. It was packed with weird sex and abuse and torture all the way through and it only existed for the sake of rising trouble, none of the incidents depicted had any plot significance or any cultural references. It was just bullshit simply for the sake of putting it out there. And I read on the inside cover that all the work was done by this amazingly talented guy named whatever his name was and that he was an inspiration to underground punk magazines everywhere etc....
All I could think at the time was, this is shit, this is really shit and there are no redeeming qualities to this shit at all.
This comic is similar in style and level of comprehension but not in content to the book I had.
I sent the following message to someone that is playing out the whole mess with your ex thing on Vr :
I was watching Jaws last night, and today, and there is one thing i noticed that i found amusing.
The scene after the guy gets his let bitten off and the guys kid goes into shock, when they are in the hospital the mayor is in the hospital and he is smoking. And not only is he smoking he is smoking in the presence of the chief of police and nobody says a thing....ahhhh teh 70s such an innocent time, lol.
Just got back from seeing 28 weeks later again. On the way there I saw some graffiti that said,
There are several ads on tv at the moment that just rub me the wrong way.
On the top of this list is the ad for TGIF. What annoys me is that not long ago they released this advert with a male narrator. And in the ad he was talking about getting a salad that tasted so good he forgot he was eating a salad, that makes sense, salads aren’t guy food. It talks about having a long lunch hour and getting no new messages from work, and while it says that it shows two men on a golf course. Then it talks about a jack daniels sauce to pick them up. And somewhere in there it mentions a seventh inning stretch.
Now. All that is ok with me, men like gold and baseball and whiskey.
Where my problem starts is just recently they have started to run the exact same advert with a woman doing the voice over. Again, I’d have no problem with that IF ONLY THEY WOULD CHANGE THE SCRIPT. It is the exact same ad, exact same script and exact same everything. So now there is a woman talking about not liking salads, liking baseball and having long lunches at the golf course. Now the woman talking about going to TGIF sounds like a dyke, and to ad to that she has a really gruff manly voice.
I can imagine some big fat executive talking to the little weasel from marketing.
Doing a little here and there internet surfing and i came across these too things that just made me pause and go WTF.
I forget exactly what it was that i was looking for but i do remember i was just clicking links here and there just to see where it would lead me. Sometimes it pays off and you find an interesting site youd have never found otherwise. Sometimes it gives you these.
Class starts: 13:05
Class ends: 13:20
:)
Today i was thinking about how fast crowley was growing.
And he has almost doubled in size in 5 weeks.
Bullshit i hear you say, well fuck you asshole i have visual proof.
Vs.
First image was taken 30-03-07. Second was taken tonight, 10-05-07.
He has gained about 20lbs if not more.
As i was getting ready to take tonights photo the dogs were playing and i turned around and i was greated with the image of:
The ball has landed. I repeat, the ball has landed.
Crowley now has two testicles. Hurrah.
Last night me and flan went to see the midnight showing of Spider-man 3. I enjoyed it. Its a little long winded in places and its a little corny, but over all I enjoyed it. Visually it is very snazzy, story wise its nothing to brag about but like I said visually its impressive, the fx on the sandman are really well done.
Also today me and flannery and her dad were in target and this a cute little blonde walked by, She was giving us the eyes and she was wearing a cute little outfit. Pink top, pink bottoms and squeaky shoes. She was close to a year old not much older when she waddled past us. She was looking pretty grumpy until she started waving at us. She waved hello, then waved good bye then waddled away again. We were standing there saying how cute she was when we hear:
Well I know early on I used to fill my journal with tales of mystery, adventure and observation from the world of the 70 bus from Dunboyne to Dublin. Well now I have a new saga to tell.
So gather round all ye who wish to hear the tales of the Everett Transit and Community Transit bus routes.
I have had several experiences on these chariots of the common man, some of which would make interesting journal entries. Many is the time I have found myself sitting there, trying to avoid making eye contact with the wild haired and yellow toothed demon of the car pool lane, the transit system crazy.
At home when you take the bus you are surrounded by women in smart casual business suits and swimming in perfume. Downtrodden middle management types, a briefcase held in a white knuckled grasp of the desperate and a look of grim determination, with a glint of knowing mortality. Chattering school girls and grumbling, farting school boys. Oh sure, you get the occasional knacker or scuzzy scanger but for the most part you could sit back and stare out the window.
Here however you share your commute with large fleshy women, wrapped in neon lycra, the stains of a thousand cigarettes and T.V dinners decorating their shirt, their fingers and their faces. Often, you are forced to sit next to the struggling native, her face a road map of wrinkles all converging on the toothless and gaping mouth.
And still you look around, as if the horrors already confronting you are not enough, your brain drives you onwards, maybe somewhere you can find some common ground with another traveler of the highways. Your eyes scan past the lone Mexican, slumped in the corner, his eyes cast down, his wispy little mustache hanging on for dear life as he tugs at his face and sneezes into the air. Past the woman who’s glasses magnify her eyes ten fold, her skin hanging loose around her jaw as it moves manically, both up and down and side to side almost as if she is determined to eat her own face and the laws of anatomy be damned.
Still your eyes struggle on, past the bearded man hunched in the corner, rocking back and forth, his grubby hands clenched around the stack of religious leaflets he has just photocopied, the words Jesus and Damnation just peeking out behind the mysterious and ominously gun shaped package he holds on his lap. The package that has you watching him like a hawk, drawing up imaginary strategies for disarming him using that white bucket tied beneath the seats, the side of the bus time tables rack, or even that small child that wont stop starring back at you.
( I must break from the mood for a moment to explain something, this was written in two stages, what came before these brackets and after)
This entry was inspired by a big fat multi-racial woman that was on the bus two days ago. Me and Flannery were talking and she mentioned her views on humans and monogamy. She was saying that monogamy is not the only way people can go, some people work better with open ended relationships. This was a random conversation topic that came up some how, I cant remember how, that’s not important. We were talking and BAM, a fat girl, and I mean fat, looks at us and says:
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