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Where Will My Pets Go After The Rapture?
The best part? Not an intentional joke. They’re even on Twitter! And just in case you doubted the inevitable, they’ve also got some “competition” from… GASP… atheists!
2 commentsCraigslist: All Is Lost In Vermont
Some people just don’t know when to hop off the heartbreak train. And it’s this sad and masochistic insistence that drags these poor souls down a path of desperate grasping to belief, faith, promises, vows, what could have been, what was had, etc, ad infinitum. For the truly clueless, It’s as if they set their own house on fire, remain inside, and then complain about the heat. I couldn’t possibly relate. And the bizarre practice of revolving your entire life around another human, unconditionally, is beyond alien to me. It’s true that, sometimes, bad things happen to undeserving people. Sometimes. To the rest, their complicity earns them little more than turned backs. Reap, sow, rinse, repeat.
Love may never be certain, but one fact is: no one on the face of this planet is worth ending your life over…
missing peggy – m4w – 50
Well, its been some time now, since 2000, and before that was 1986 still think of you alot. But, there’s been alot of time gone by to ease the guilt. I’ve been watching the posts from time to time, just to see if I reckonize your writing. Last phone call I had with you was……you said grow up, and move on.. and again you’re right.
Talk to a few milk tankers with vermont plates and I ask if they know you, most say no, dont know you, you’ve disappeared good this time. At this stage in life, I dont blame you, doesn’t mean I dont think of you. I certainly wished I’d handled your heart with care, well, that no excuse. Hope you and your mom, and family is ok, and doing well, and I hope you’ve married and are in a happy marriage, take care.
whatever – w4m – 35
I miss you sometimes so much it’s crazy….I don’t even like you anymore. It’s like we had this whole other life that no longer exists. For whatever it is worth I still think of you every single day, you will always be the love of my life. But you know why we got divorced…..lies will kill a relationship.
missed connection with life (lost in Vermont)
No commentsI have been a family man for years now. I am a Veteran, hard worker, always try to do the right thing. I am at the end of my rope. I want to erase myself from the planet. Can’t explain all the details or you will know. I can’t talk to anyone about how I really feel or I would suffer the consequences. I have tried everything to make my family happy. It does not help that I married a total freak from hell who has destroyed me in every way possible. She has taken everything from me, not just stuff, she has taken my whole life from me. Everything I have been working for for years. I feel so crushed and lonely, more than I have ever felt in my life. People keep saying it will pass. They don’t know how committed I have been to my family. How can you give so much and then have your life taken away from you in a flash. I so wish I would have died in Iraq. I am tired of faking it. Faking being happy around people. Faking that I am ok. I am not ok. I don’t want to be here anymore.
FIX – Ministry Documentary Trailer
FIX – THE MINISTRY MOVIE TRAILER #1 from Gigantic Pictures on Vimeo.
Separating the fact that I’ve more or less enjoyed the music of Ministry in the past, this trailer reminds me of so many reasons why I bailed out on music scene nonsense, being in bands, putting up with clubs, etc. Throughout the above clip, there is that desperate attempt to appear “cool” through abhorrent behavior that should impress no one who rightfully holds the title of mature adult. There is also something so undeniably retarded about bragging up your glorified self-destructiveness and chemically-veiled weaknesses, let alone doing it in your 30s or 40s, that it simply boggles the mind. And at 51, Mr. Jourgensen, your redundancy in this area is beyond pathetic.
And I don’t mean that as a simple pejorative. What I see, as do undoubtedly many, is a sad old man’s lame attempt to bang damaged teen goths (despite the feigned disinterest) and run from old age by hiding behind such transparently insecure and pretentious statements as being “dangerously close to intelligent.” And how utterly innocuous is Navarro with his whole my-friends-are-tough-guys inference. As if anyone of any relevance cares. And to punctuate it all, we drag out the bloated corpse of Timothy Leary and the near-corpse of William Burroughs (two other drug addict losers) for interview time. Remember in the ’90s when it was trendy to read (or say you read) their stuff? No? Good, then time has done its job of pushing them into a deserved obsolescence. And as for Ministry…
Sorry, fellas, but you’ve been residing in the rock refuse bin alongside the ’80s hair bands for a while now, and all this video absurdity shows is what I’d sadly witnessed among certain folks from music scenes of which I was once a part: a total refusal to accept the hard fact that your youth is long over, your recklessness is no longer cute or condoned, and you impress only the very few — the last, largely consisting of the weak and the stupid. You’re the Spinal Tap of industrial. Except that those chaps aren’t real and your shenanigans do not an entertaining documentary make. Yes, even if turned to 11.
1 comment12/24/09 – Williston, VT – 7:26 pm
A bit of a holiday leftover here. I was visiting the area Walmart, looking for the tackiest, white trash food item to bring to Jason’s “Saturnalia” party the next day when I started to notice other strange goings-on in the store. No, not the people this time, but rather a lonely corner of the Xmas section. There, I found the perfect juxtaposition (or, parallel, take your pick) — right next to the Xmas wreaths was the pest control chemicals! There they were: pageantry and poison, decor and death, side by side in complete harmony. And then I realized that I might be the only person ever to walk by this display and think of such unintended symbolism. So, I’m sharing it with my blog readers, some of the most wonderfully perceptive and intelligent beings on the planet. (Can you tell I’d like you on my side for this one?)
And the tacky food gift I chose? A white plastic bucket (with handle) of star-shaped sugar cookies, the outside of which emblazoned with an incredibly cartoonish depiction of the Nativity scene. And let me tell you, Jesus was never this yummy. People were just freaked out enough by the bucket’s art that I got to eat most of the cookies, which of course was the whole plan. So, thank you, Walmart for your amazing emporium of gaudy goodies and distasteful denizens. Small wonder you have such a glorious website.
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