Gran Turismo 5 is still the only game I own for my Playstation 3—and it’s the only game I’ve wanted to own. I placed my pre-order for GT6 last month, and am super excited to pick it up tomorrow.
I don’t play video games much anymore, but Gran Turismo is something that I still love. And it’s still the only game I want to play.
Devin Townsend - Awake
Holy fuckballs, what a catchy chorus. This guy is, like, quite the musician. But enough about that, because, what the fuck—Why am I shitting concrete blocks every 20-minutes?
For one major, obvious reason, this holiday season sucks. It really fucking sucks. Not having my mom here anymore has put me in the least-festive mood you can possibly imagine.
I couldn’t care less about Thanksgiving or turkey or any of that bullshit. Christmas? Fuck that shit this year. I’m not saying that I don’t want to see my family today or on Christmas, it’s just that I really don’t give a fuck about any of the other this that goes with holidays this year. It’s still too soon. No tree or decorations next month—I just doesn’t matter to me right now. Very few things matter much right now, in fact.
Sure, I’ll try to be a trooper and put a cheesy smile on my face. I’ll get through it and return to the usual daily shit at work tomorrow. But I won’t enjoy a second of any of this today, and that’s a shame. And I love my family and food, too. But tonight I’m sure I’ll barely eat a fucking turkey leg and a spoonful of stuffing before just wanting to crawl under my covers and sleep.
Which is precisely the point: now you are going to get the thinnest, lightest LTE phone ever designed, made with the most advanced smartphone manufacturing techniques ever developed. Carefully imagined and crafted so you can hold it in your hand, to enjoy its feeling, its quality, its beauty.
Are you really going to put it in a stupid case?
My iPhone 5 has some scratches, bumps, and bruises. Why? Because I use my fucking phone as a phone, not a trophy handled with white gloves. And, yes, it does add character to the hardware.
It’s a cellphone. Yes, a nice cellphone. But it’s not the Stanley Cup.
I forgot their new album, Waiting For the End to Come, released late last month. To rectify this, I bought it. The song I linked to is awfully addictive.
So, how is it?
Well, if you’ve listened to any previous Kataklysm album then you know exactly what to expect going into this one. Like Devildriver, you get a strong dose of the familiar. Nothing new, just the same Kataklysm.
Is that a good or bad thing?
Not sure. Depends on your point of view I guess. Though if you’ve listened to Kataklysm over the span of a few albums, then you should know by now what you’re buying.
Been a while since I last showed my iPhone home screen. So, yeah, here it is. Nothing exciting or groundbreaking, but it works for me.
A few things:
The loss of my mom has changed me in a profound way. There’s no doubt in my mind that I’ll never be the same person as I was on October 10th. I’m not saying I won’t ever be happy again. I’m not saying I won’t ever laugh again, or anything like that. I can and will laugh and be happy. It’s just that the version of me before she passed will never return.
So many things have been running through my mind the past two days. I’m not sure why yesterday and today have been so difficult, but my mom has been at the front of my mind the entire time. I was at Starbucks last night and two things kept dominating my mind.
The first one was that I couldn’t stop looking over at this group of older women knitting at their table. I was thinking about when my mom used to sew the holes in my dads jeans when he ripped them. Then I kept returning to the question of why couldn’t she have made it to their age? Why did the person I love more than anything in this world have to be taken from me so soon? I know she was sick, but I’m sorry, it just wasn’t her time yet.
The second thing was a young woman, her (I’m assuming) husband, and infant kid in a carrier. Putting aside the fact that it bothered me that she just plopped the kid on the table—at least pull an extra chair over for the kid—it was the scene itself that got to me emotionally. My mom was 26-years old when I was born. Now I’m not claiming that she and my dad took me to coffee shops and shit, but that image of a young couple and their young child going through day-to-day life together made me think about how it must’ve been for her and my dad back then.
Not only that, but she’ll never have the chance to see how great of a father I will be someday.
Right now, as I type this, it’s after 11:00 on a Saturday night. I have a splitting fucking headache, and I’m nauseated. Obviously I can’t sleep for shit because I can’t stop thinking about my mom, so I figured writing this would—I don’t fucking know—help relax me or something. It’s not working.
Been sitting on this post for a couple days. Maybe because I wasn’t sure what to think about this little altercation. Also, it had no satisfying ending. It sorta just ended.
I had an interesting experience the other day at a local CVS Pharmacy. It’s not a particularly long or terribly funny experience. But it’s one that I feel you should know about, if only as more proof that humans are stupid, unreasonable creatures.
About a month ago, I hurt my back at work. It was a stupid thing. I attempted to take a vanity down a ladder—Yeah, I never claimed I was a smart person, however I still feel pretty confident that I’m smarter than the guy in line before me at CVS—I’m there because I needed pain killers. Strong ones, too. I’m in a lot of pain here, so I needed to be totally fucked up.
I was wearing my Rangers hat, since it’s chilly outside and I need to keep my shitty brain warm. The place is fairly empty, so I thought I’d get out of there quickly. But of course, I get stuck behind the middle-aged man who’s having issues with his insurance. He’s wearing a lime green jacket and normal dad-jeans. It becomes apparent in a few moments that he’s an Islanders fan.
The Guy is on his cellular telephone talking to some fucking person—I arrive mid-sentence, “…yeah I heard the same thing. Lisa really is a funny girl when you get to know her.”
"I’ll let you go. See you there Sunday."
He gets off his phone and looks at little old me.
Guy: “Pfft, Rangers suck.”
Me: “Look at the standings. I’m pretty confident we’re ahead of you.”
Clearly he’s already losing.
Me: “Well, you look pretty fucking stupid right now. No offense.”
Let me add that being in pain has made me even more bitter and impatient.
Guy: “Are you calling me stupid?”
He’s getting a little angry now…
Me: “Not you, just your logic. And choice of hockey team. C’mon, when were the Islanders good? 1984? They blow so much ass now.”
Meanwhile the poor lady behind the pharmacy counter is doing her best to be patient…
Pharmacy Tech: “Sir, you’re, um… all set to go here…”
Guy: “Good, I’ll leave you to deal with this fucking moron.”
Me: “Being the loser of this discussion, I’m pretty sure you’re the moron here.”
The Guy grabs his prescription and begins to walk away…
Guy: “Go fuck yourself, dude.”
Me: “Hey, you have a nice day, too!”
Just to be an extra dickhead, I give him a thumbs up, too.
I turn to the pharmacy tech lady and say, “The Islanders really do suck though.”
The End. Seriously.
So about two weeks ago my dad and I are driving to Pennsylvania. I happened to see a billboard near the Cross-Bronx advertising the “new” Johnnie Walker Platinum Label.
Being a modern-day internet-connected person, I Googled this shit and saw that it only came out here in August. “Damn, son!” I said. “I gotta try this shit.” So, I did. And I am very impressed.
So it ran me about $110 at the 4th liquor store I went to in my attempt to purchase this drink. I ended up going to a liquor store in Hicksville, Long Island. On our way back from a trip to IKEA, Kristen spotted a liquor store over there (it was like nestled in the corner of a strip-mall, I would’ve drove right passed). So we went in, made a quick sprint to the whisky, and there it was! Good day.
We get back home and after opening the box—which has this cool top with a button to press and shit, very fancy—and I pour one out for a taste. And let me tell you, very tasty this stuff is. Really smooth finish that stays on your tongue for a little while after you swallow. Miles better than Black Label. In fact, this Platinum Label is placed between the Gold and Blue Label. I guess the price seems to reflect that as much.