Tuesday, May 25, 2010


do they make the frozen White Castle's taste just like the ones you get from that actual Castle?

Monday, May 24, 2010

If it weren't for you meddling kids I would have gotten away with it.

Back to my roots. Back to where this all began. The Dusty Floor Genesis.
I'm at my sister's house. Watching the kids. It started last night and will continue through Wednesday. 7pm-7am. Sis is working overnight at the hospital scanning fat chicks' bellies to tell them what flavor of kid they are having. My bro-in-law is on a fishing trip.
Do you know how hard it is to get 3 kids to sleep when BOTH parents are nowhere to be found?
No. You don't. Unless your my sister. The rest of you have no idea!

It's cool though. It wasn't really challenging at all today but that may be due to the fact that they didn't sleep so well last night and then had to wake up for school this morning and go through all that.

When I got here today they my niece was watching Scooby-Doo. While watching a question popped into my head.
Why have a laugh track on Scooby-Doo? It's a cartoon!!! Am I supposed to believe that the show was drawn in front of a studio audience? Unreal.

Food Network is on in the background and Alton Brown is on. That dude is a huge nerd and I'm not sure how he got a show. He preaches at you about pickles and their history and quickly runs through how to make a curry for the last 1/4 of the show. I don't get his appeal.

I'm still writing. I'm writing and reading when I get stuck and then writing when I have something else rolling through my head. I feel that this is a good idea though, no? I mean it's comparable to your stomach, the mind is.
If you eat ice cream and raw bacon all day long well you're going to feel pretty shitty. You'll be living like a rock star (if you're doing heroin whilst eating the ice cream/raw bacon) but you'll feel shitty. Same thing, I think, with the brain. You're not going to produce anything worth even reading back to your pet ferret unless you're stimulating your brain to begin with. Thus, the novel reading marathon I've been on.
I'm currently reading "Norwegian Wood" by Haruki Murakami. I was going to read Cormac McCarthy's "The Road" but my room mate took an interest in the book and, well, I haven't seen that kid read a book since grade 6 so I didn't want to stop the possible gourmet meal his brain may be feasting on.

In other news the Chicago Blackhawks are going to the Stanley Cup Finals which is pretty huge.
I start a writing class that is somewhat a workshop. This starts Wednesday June 9th. I will be in the Dominican Republic from June 3rd until June 8th. Busy busy busy.
I'm looking forward to it.
It's over $400 for this class so I'm really testing the waters as to whether or not I'm going to actually do something with this writing. I'm nervous like a kid on his first day of school yet am very excited! It'll be fun, I hope.
Or it will crush my dream and ambitions.
Wish me luck.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Captain of wha?????

The upcoming Captain America filmed was shot entirely outside the United States of America. That tickles me a bit...

I'm at work.
I was late today by an hour.
Hungover. Not a headache so much but a wicked case of the beer shits.
I went to The Lawrence Arms and Dead To Me show at Subterranean last night. It was great. I screamed every word like a madman and got piss drunk. I lost all control of my mouth and my bodily functions as well. Great.
The girl and I went to Big Star after the show and I remember being disgusted by their tiny portions. What is that place a fucking tapas bar? Unbelievable.
I was wicked hammered but a great time was had. The show was aces, for sure.

I am now waiting to get the fuck out of dodge and get home. I have a few things to do before I really just kind of pass out due to the exhaustion from last night.
One of the things I'm going to do is go to the book store. I need to pick up a couple books to continue my marathon of novels.
As I said before I'm writing now. Writing, not music (as I have discussed here before) but a story. I'm looking in to taking a creative writing workshop (Fiction I) and that should be fun. Really I'm just kinda throwing some shit at the wall to see if anything sticks.

Being a novelist seems like it'd be a sweet gig, right? Crank out a novel. Sit back and reflect on your success. Start scribbling shit down that will become your next novel that will be published in 4 years. Beats this fucking cubicle I'm sitting in right now, that's for sure. Honestly, I'm going to take this class to really work on my writing in general. I probably won't write the next great American novel but certain things can come from writing that don't have to be writing published fiction, right? I like writing so I figure even if this is just a small step toward bettering myself as a writer it is a good thing.

We shall see.
For now I have to replace Haruki Murakami's "The Wind-Up Bird Chronicles" (never lend a casual hook up DVDs, books, well really anything you don't want to be lost forever in the abyss that is seeing someone with all the lights on when you're sober).
I think I'm going to purchase Cormac McCarthy - "The Road" and maybe something else that catches my eye whilst browsing.

I'm out. Gotta go come down from this high the show has left me with.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

A 6 month re-occurring dream

I'm writing.
Just writing without knowing what the fuck it's all about or where it's going.
Not here, no. Other places.

Feels good to get back to this space a little bit, though.
Works been crazy therefore I haven't written in this space.
I'm clearing my mind and staying sane by reading. Feels good.
I read Zadie Smith's "White Teeth" which was pretty solid.
Also read Kazuo Ishirugo's "Never Let Me Go" and that was also very good.
They're both Brits and I hadn't known that bfeore hand.
I read every characters lines in a British accent.
I'm now on "White Noise" by Don DeLillo and we all know that thing is pretty solid.

My girlfriend came home at 6:30am this morning puking all over the place. I hope she's alright but also am very nervous about her being well enough to get her ass up and go with me to see The Lawrence Arms at Subterranean tonight.
Nerves are contracting and contorting. I am sweating a bit as I type this.
Her phone is busted and I have no form of contact. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
I'm going to be pissed if I have to go to this show alone.
That is all.
I am writing.

WHEW! My friend at work tells me that my girlfriend reached out to her via Facebook. She is not snoring in a pile of her own drool/vomit on the couch at my place. She awake, alive and hopefully ready to party!!!

Maybe I'll beam about the show in this space tomorrow.