This is going on my bro conception of a TV video review show with critics Ebert and Roeper. Instead of a critical signification of ideas good movies versus bad by judgement of thumbs up or down hand gesticulation, they will be expressed by fist-bump versus the idea of denial of fist-bump
I thought of the phrase heavy metal guitar solo.
So I thought of Metal.
Metallica has the word metal in it so my mind wander about their courtyard of repertoire songs.
Master of Puppets.
I went to check my iTunes to try and play a song from that album.
Then I realized I didn’t have any Metallica songs on my computer.
Then I chuckled.
And then that turned violent.
*Heavy Metal Guitar Solo*
Mine is having 2 classes for an entire year with a friend and numerous random conversations and finding it awkward to actually ask for her name at this point. Oh well, fare thee well, Portugal Strawberry girl.
Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves. Here’s Tom with the weather.
(Source: youtube.com)
Why the FUCK did I respond?
Literally the slowest move I ever tried watching, but want to watch. I can’t watch it all though. I have no patience and it is way too fucking artsy. I can only watch parts here and there, resorting to skipping scenes. Fuck.
For quite some time now, I have been assigned the joyous task of dropping off my uncle at some delinquent halfway house near Main St (I was surprised there was such a place nearby) around half-past midnight. Being the type of person I am, a night owl and an insomniac, it usually doesn’t bother me anyways. I guess I never really understood the kind of freedom I have. No one is awake to drag me down and force me to go home.
The prospect however… just doesn’t feel attractive. Where the fuck would I go at 1 in the morning in my dad’s truck with no money and an 80s music mix tape while the city sleeps? I could beat the traffic and zero morning rush and go where ever I shall roam, but still I would think to myself, if only I had somewhere to be.
Today I caught some lunch with my friend and was glad to make some friendly banter with him at The Habit Grill right across CSUN. However, as he left to get himself a refill, I witnessed something that really bothered me today.
In my tired hypnotic state, I really wish I was just dreaming, but what actually transpired really did happen. I watched an innocent employee begin mopping the floor and anyone could have seen him providing this menial task even if you hadn’t the slightest attention on him. He barely made his way to the corner of the restaurant when a very douchey guido decided that this was the time to make a scene. It looked incredibly exaggerated as he pretended to slip and miss a step right next to the employee whom he could not have possibly missed unless he was so egocentric that he could not see beyond himself. Honestly, it was one of the least genuine acts I’ve ever watched from afar and at this, he decided to scold the poor guy who just started his task.
Fuck this guy seriously. He proceeded to yell at him “WHY THE FUCK DIDN’T YOU PUT A SIGN OVER HERE, I COULD HAVE FUCKING DIED!” Verbatim. He literally yelled that and grabbed the attention of half the restaurant while systematically shitting on this guy. The manager walked on by to appease the dickbag, immediately grabbing a wet floor sign.
It was a small act, but I couldn’t help but feel fucking awful for the guy and it was there in his face that he felt really humiliated and demoralized. Fuck.
