Sometimes, I make the huge mistake of browsing the internets.
Sometimes, I find myself randomly looking at random blogs, or video blogs, or just well nonsense that I don't know how I find.
Always, I find myself remembering, I really don't like people. I mean, as a whole, I really don't like many people.
Even then, some sometimes I find sacred things, ruined by things I once liked, in a way. Like I found a cover of paint it black ( the only stones song I really like, and I love that song) covered by the unseen (I have some fond memories of said band, but I can't say they're really good, but I didn't think they were bad) well, I think it was one of the worst pieces of shit I have ever listened to. I forget how much music sucks sometimes, and how songs I think could never be ruined, can be ruined.
Thank god some songs are too sacred, and too good to be ruined. Like Ballroom Blitz, or dueling banjos, or just about anything by the Buzzcocks.
Back to the original point? People are retarded. I'm pretty dumb myself, and I'm sure some day someone will find this, and think "fuck he's stupid, AND elitist" and maybe, I too will look back and find this and think that. But man, sometimes I wish the internet was never invented. Especially the ability for people to make videos, and post said videos.
As for good things? I got to play Chef for the day. He went to his friend/drinking buddy/land lord's work x-mas party. So I got the run the place on a Saturday, which well, rarely happens. Either way. It was mother-fucking-dead. I was hoping it was going to be busy, but it's been slow all week. Piece of shit.
However, right when I was about to jump ship early and sit down and have some dinner, my old friend (and old kitchen coworker) Miles walks in with his brother and his girlfriend. They're planning to come in and have dinner, so I sit down with them and we have a proper industry type dinner. Me and Miles ate so much food it was almost disgusting. People were done eating when we were half through. It was a lot of fun. Jokes were had, stories involving restaurants were shared. It was good to catch up, I haven't seen him in awhile and I've been meaning to get a chance to see him but since we both work long hours in kitchens(and he now lives in Seattle) it's always been near impossible to synch up some time.
That and..The Police have been stuck in my head all week. And not just one certain song, all of them. So I keep breaking into The Police...URRRVERY LITTLE THING SHE DOES IS MAAGIC! and many, many other terrible songs.
Fuck. Every time I make a blog, I feel a little bit dirtier, like less of a human being, and a little bit more like a myspace whore.
Sometimes, I find myself randomly looking at random blogs, or video blogs, or just well nonsense that I don't know how I find.
Always, I find myself remembering, I really don't like people. I mean, as a whole, I really don't like many people.
Even then, some sometimes I find sacred things, ruined by things I once liked, in a way. Like I found a cover of paint it black ( the only stones song I really like, and I love that song) covered by the unseen (I have some fond memories of said band, but I can't say they're really good, but I didn't think they were bad) well, I think it was one of the worst pieces of shit I have ever listened to. I forget how much music sucks sometimes, and how songs I think could never be ruined, can be ruined.
Thank god some songs are too sacred, and too good to be ruined. Like Ballroom Blitz, or dueling banjos, or just about anything by the Buzzcocks.
Back to the original point? People are retarded. I'm pretty dumb myself, and I'm sure some day someone will find this, and think "fuck he's stupid, AND elitist" and maybe, I too will look back and find this and think that. But man, sometimes I wish the internet was never invented. Especially the ability for people to make videos, and post said videos.
As for good things? I got to play Chef for the day. He went to his friend/drinking buddy/land lord's work x-mas party. So I got the run the place on a Saturday, which well, rarely happens. Either way. It was mother-fucking-dead. I was hoping it was going to be busy, but it's been slow all week. Piece of shit.
However, right when I was about to jump ship early and sit down and have some dinner, my old friend (and old kitchen coworker) Miles walks in with his brother and his girlfriend. They're planning to come in and have dinner, so I sit down with them and we have a proper industry type dinner. Me and Miles ate so much food it was almost disgusting. People were done eating when we were half through. It was a lot of fun. Jokes were had, stories involving restaurants were shared. It was good to catch up, I haven't seen him in awhile and I've been meaning to get a chance to see him but since we both work long hours in kitchens(and he now lives in Seattle) it's always been near impossible to synch up some time.
That and..The Police have been stuck in my head all week. And not just one certain song, all of them. So I keep breaking into The Police...URRRVERY LITTLE THING SHE DOES IS MAAGIC! and many, many other terrible songs.
Fuck. Every time I make a blog, I feel a little bit dirtier, like less of a human being, and a little bit more like a myspace whore.
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You can come make sushi for me in your free time. Just lay off on the octopus, eh?
B) and a myspace whore
C) but every little thing you do is magic.
Haha who's the one with horrible music stuck in their head now?!?!