This Danzig tweet above is based on a true story. My pal Brendan, from @Filmdrunk’s podcast, knows Justin, the guy that runs @ShitMyDadSays, and he lives next to Danzig in Los Feliz. Here’s the story in chat form:
Here’s a picture of said bricks.
Here’s Danzig washing his Jaguar (Google Street View).
I was so so sad to hear about Mike Starr’s passing. This is my absolute number one song by AIC, it doesn’t feature Starr, but wanted to share it anyways. On a side note my boyfriend used to play this for me on his acoustic and I loved it. I kinda miss those days… RIP Mike.
I’m always reading about history or looking up older references. I thought this was interesting, after watching an episode on t.v. titled “O’Leary’s Cow” I wondered what it referred to as there was no reference in the show to it. Tada!
Readers,
Have you ever had one of those moments in time where life just seems fucked. It seems like no matter what road you take, you’re bound to get smacked by a wayward tree branch or a rock to trip over. Is it the mundane, repetitive motion of life that drives us to careen devilishly off the cliff with no regard for others we care for most?
But what can be said for those that never stray from the path, those that see the rocks, avoid the branches. Those that never fail their friends, lovers, and family… Are they truly content with their lives? Do we all need danger and excitement? Is life best lived simply, moderatly, or extremely? Is religion or absolute atheism the key? A weird mixture of both? Should we spend our lives doing good selflessly, or is this life a rat race, survival of the fittest, fuck it we all die anyways so who gives a shit what you do, as long as you live? (and live well?) I struggle with the notion of happy. I feel like its a shifting definition that is never quite clear. Almost like shaking a snow globe and trying to see whats inside the cottage….
Back to my point. Bad days. I would say the last 2 years of my life have been some of the worst in recent history. I feel as though there is little else could go wrong. But I’m still here.
I suppose I should be thankful for that and I am to certain point, but to another point I feel like screaming. Sometimes I feel like it is akin to being whipped, repeatedly in the same spot. I suppose it would be cheesy to say my soul, but it has a lasting impression…and where do lasting impressions end up?
Anyways. Sometimes I think it just feels better to write it out. I don’t feel like screaming, more like a pitiful yelp. lol.
I’m fully aware life could be a whole lot worse. Well to this I say.. “Yeah, but it sure could get a whole lot fucking better.” Amirite readers?
I suppose the answer I’m going to go with today is: Live it one day at a time, in my own weird pursuit of happiness. Sometimes people don’t always get in on the ride, and others don’t get to stay for it. I guess it’s like a carousel running out of control, 200 mph racing around…flinging people off in all directions.. the people that are left are the ones that held on the tightest.
But who knows. I’m drunk. Goodnight!
(Tumblr was down when I tried to post so I am scheduling this for early in the day, just in case anyone wonders why I’m drunk this early. Things aren’t THAT bad, lol)
Aidan, my seven year old, got a male Betta fish recently. While reading about how to care for them I read that if you place a mirror in front of their tank they will puff out l To make themselves appear bigger. so tonight I placed a mirror in front and sure enough that fish swam right over And started mean mugging the mirror. Then he will swim off and then sneak back in from the side. battttle fish!?!
