Nonculture

Like I said, it’s on.  What that means, I think, is that I am now going to produce, and possibly at a rate that defies whatever it is that I originally thought needed some defying.  That might be the fact that my blog was boring.  So, I’m going to fight that with more of the same, which may or most likely will not help anything.

So, since the last house hunting post I have bought a house and spent goddamn untold amounts of time fixing it up.  I’ve also bought a car that has modern type conveniences like windows that seal, A/C, seats that move, and shit like that.  So, basically, I’m mackin’ up in this bitch, with my house in the borderline ghetto and a 7 year old  car.  Don’t  be jealous; if we all work hard, we can achieve the same things.  Or we can sling crack and have 09 Benz’s and a crew beneath us we have to manage, y’know, it’s all about choice.  Whichever way you want to roll; the results are the same, just slightly different.

So, I’ve cut down on the drinking.  Well, c’mon, obviously not tonight, but y’know, overall.  That’s a good thing.  The not-making-sense thing is that I now live in the goddamn boring ass ‘burbs – who the fuck has fun out here?  The only people I see having fun are the pre-college bitches who live across the way and have conversations that make me laugh on their cell phones on their back porches.  

So, yeah, I’m trapped in the ‘burbs.  I’m trying to find more humor in that, but instead find myself focusing on the airplaines flying overhead and whatever is on TV.  TV usually has some kind of cooking show that is a repeat of some other similary named show, sports event that is predetermined by the bookies, or news that is pre-screened by a panel of those who deem themselves above us. 

Or whatever, I don’t even know what that shit up there says.

I’m too drunk to even find a good tittie picture for right here, oh well.

 Finally ordered the Bukowski Tapes DVD.  Been waiting a while to get that shit.  It is as good – or better – than “Born into This”.  It is by a filmmaker who just sat and filmed Buk in his backyard doing impromptu interviews for an entire 2 discs.  They are done in snippets, which is perfect, and are totally candid.  Hollywood has been trying and failing to capture him for decades, but the Mickey Rourke film (Barfly) and, to a lesser extent, Factotum (Matt Dillon), failed.

On another note, all of the books my father sent me were stolen by the postal system, for which I can not offer any out; basically it is totally shady shit and unforgivable.  Everything that I have sent insured has always arrived.  My father, in his typical economical way, sent several books to me.  The box arrived completely empty, with the postman offering his apologies and the fact that he had added some tape to help keep the box in a “box like shape.”  The sad fact is the box held some semi-valuable contents; mostly Ludlum hardcovers that were pristine.  If you look on E-bay, those fuckers go for over 30 bucks each, at the cheapest.  Especially the Bourne ones.  Postal workers – I thought you were paid pretty well.  Maybe that is an incorrect assumption, so now you steal.  Hey, thanks.

Ultimate Bet just emailed me and said that they are giving me a free ten bucks.  Later.  This post was stupid as fuck anyway.