Saturday, July 22, 2017

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When you get called in by the mole you never suspected to do all the shit work for the dying pig. And you start to do it, like an idiot. Then clue in. Nope. I'll stay home. The sideshow with corn dogs can go on at a long enough distance from me to not smell it

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Chester Bennington

In memory of Chester  Bennington
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

When Your Mother is Barbarian the Town Whore.

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

NPD's and Sex

My narc mother and codependent father made sure we got the talk about sex often!
And that we got it early!

Friday, July 14, 2017

They're still fighting

I finally found a good metaphor for the lives me and my sister were forced to live. Watching my parents wage their intractable war on each other was like watching two planes collide in mid-air and fall from the sky. Shock and horror and a helplessness that no one could stop but them.
“I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the  streets at dawn looking for an angry fix angel headed hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of the night.” 
― Allen Ginsberg

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Thursday, July 13, 2017

Good Vibrations

Brian Wilson said that this song was inspired by his mother: "She used to tell me about vibrations. I didn't really understand too much of what it meant when I was just a boy. It scared me, the word 'vibrations'. She told me about dogs that would bark at people and then not bark at others, that a dog would pick up vibrations from these people that you can't see, but you can feel." Brian first enlisted Pet sounds  lyricist Tony Asher for help in putting words to the idea. When Brian presented the song on piano, Asher thought that it had an interesting premise with the potential for hit status, but could not fathom the end result due to Brian's primitive piano playing style. Asher remembers: "Brian was playing what amounts to the hook of the song: 'Good, good, good, good vibrations'. He started telling me the story about his mother. ... He said he’d always thought that it would be fun to write a song about vibes and picking them up from other people. ... There's a lesson in there about going with your gut as you separate the wheat from the chafe of human detritus. But I'll leave it to you to find it. 

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

American Beauty

I may be incommunicado for a while and the attention whore in me wants to leave you with a movie ending that ties my loose ends together.

Saturday, July 8, 2017

Narcissists are back stabbers.

So I'm watching this movie called "Breach" about a soviet agent that worked his way into the upper ranks of the FBI and has sold millions of dollars of info to his soviet counter parts. And the guy they have worked into a position to ferret him out is asking why they have such a hard on for him and her answer is part of what I would tell people when they ask why I hate my mother so much. You can pontificate on the obvious. About how she morally and physically bankrupted our family. The murder trial she dragged us through. The lost youth and squandered futures. How she spiritually snuffed  us out like insect husks in an old hanging spider web. About all the puzzle pieces of a once decent family that will never fit back together. But the cherry on top of all this insult is how we all could have just stayed home and never done a thing but drink whiskey and sat on a couch in front of the television and be just as well off. I could have bankrupted myself and trashed my health and never left the house.  This is the exact quote from the actress Laura Linney to Ryan Philippe and man do I get what she is saying.............

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 Ryan asks Linney "what if this guy is smarter than me"?

   Linney:  A couple of years ago, the bureau put together a task force. Lots of assets had been disappearing. So this task force was formed to find the mole who was giving them up. Our best analysts poring over data for years looking for the guy, and they could never quite find him. Guess who was put in charge of the task force? He was smarter than all of us. Actually, I can live with that part. It's the idea that my entire career has been a waste of time, that's the part I hate. Everything I've done since I got to this office, everything we've all been paid to do, he was undoing it. We all coulda just stayed home. 

Mars Attacks!!!!!!