Hi. I’m back. I didn’t forget about you. I’ve just been busy. And also, last week, I went to 7-11 and bought a cup of coffee that I later spilled on my keyboard. This promptly contaminated my hard drive—an $850 fix. It was the most expensive cup of coffee I’ve ever had. So dumb.
Valentine’s Day came and went and I was too tired and dirty to care. But all you need is love, so I got plenty of that with these two right here.
Oh, if yer bored, read this about the seedy origins of V-Day. “From Feb. 13 to 15, the Romans celebrated the feast of Lupercalia. The men sacrificed a goat and a dog, then whipped women with the hides of the animals they had just slain.” Nice.
Not just manual labor, but straight-up prison work, has become a little addiction of mine. It’s easy to sleep at night when you spent the morning sledging out a cement floor. Oh did you know that concrete keeps curing for, like, ever? This means that the older it is, the harder it is. Okay my back hurts now—bye.
Hot off reading North to the Night about a dude who winters alone in the arctic darkness on a tiny sailboat, I watched this documentary about the “Sea Shepard,” an environmental activist group who chases a Japanese whaling fleet into Antarctica and does “anything necessary” to stop the fleet from killing whales. All good, right? I mean who don’t want to stop Japanese whaling? But … it’s an interesting movie because what I took away from it is mostly how underprepared and overly idealistic the activists were. They lose a tiny skiff piloted by two crew members for hours, having to ask the very whaling vessel they’re harassing for help to find it. Later, they ram another boat, which promptly starts leaking fuel into the fragile whale/penguin habitat. I dunno. Watch it and see what you think. Hearts are in the right place, but … a little douchey? You make the call.
Saw The Forgetters on Saturday night, and it was boring. But I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. “It’s not you, Blake, it’s me.” I’m just not interested in that shit anymore. Jawbreaker is rad, but it’s also a time period in my life. Nostalgia.
I heard this converation at the show (via my own dear friends Derek and Chris).
“They sound like Mission of Burma.”
“Old misison of Burma or new Mission of Burma?”
“Good because they’re new stuff sucks.”
Yawn. Who cares.
I had more fun drinking High Life with Derek before the show.
Anyway, back to work.
Workin woman’s shoes.