Friday, December 29, 2006
The above pic. is just an idea I've been throwing around. I can't believe I post some of this stuff on here. Mainly due to its half-ass-ness, and the other is that it basically cements a person's skill level on a monitor screen (that's a LIE). YIKES, which is scary.
And the second pic. makes me wish that Henry Rollins was my older brother or at least a gym teacher/soccer coach of mine. But whatev, he probably gets that all the time but that doesn't stop me from loving this big old yelling teddy bear of swear words.
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Saturday, December 23, 2006
My Mom actually forced me to buy a bed in highschool when my waterbed started to stink and I threw it out without anyone knowing. I think I went an entire month bedless and probably still wouldn't have had a bed had my Mom said, "your not going anywhere until we get you a bed". Real cool, I know.
I hope by tomorrow I am a normal functioning member of society. I haven't been this sick in a while. Damn you, Lauren. I'm supposed to finish my Christmas shopping today. But I have no idea if I have the will to set foot behind a vehicle. And I've always wondered something, can a dog catch a human cold?? I was worried I would get Danny sick but as he plumped himself on the couch with me. He just wouldn't move.
Oh, and the movie Roadhouse, is probably the single trashiest movie I chose to set eyes on. I'm watching this with my Dad (unwillingly, I might add) and as soon as one of the "loyal" bouncers get caught in the closet with another woman. I AM OUT OF HERE. I seriously got up and left. I always forget that movies from the 70's and 80's have a much raunchier taste. Caddyshack anyone?
Anyway, being this sick sucks.
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Anyway, New Years is coming up and I've been conjuring up a playlist and for some reason I always think of The Specials during the winter. A good New Years song would be Enjoy yourself (it's later than you think) and little bitch as far pre midnight and then maybe Friday night, Saturday morning post midnight. I can't really think of a logical reason as to why I pick The Specials during winter other than its routy crowded room party music. Anyway, I'll come up with a something better come closer to the end of the month. Maybe, Parliament is better?
edit*** I'm far too lazy to fix the typos, run on sentences and likes of any error. DEAL WITH IT.
Monday, December 18, 2006
ps- Osama was immune to firecrackers??? Dear God, that is terrifying.
pps-Elephants being shot is absolutely the least funny thing to me along with several dying. And I don't think it's a laughing matter whatsoever but I will admit and take the fall for chuckling at thought of an elephant refusing a firecracker.
Sunday, December 17, 2006
ps- stay tuned for a Killer Elephant update.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
That's right I typed rooty-tootskins. I promised you allorginals, damnit. For some unknowing reason I insist upon mentally linking the tiny gold spinning Rumpelstiltskins with other words. Maybe because rumpel is a hard word to resist but can rarely if ever be used in every day conversation. And for some reason I always, always rememeber the conversation Adam Sandler has in Big Daddy (which I sort of hated) with the little boy on the playground about alcohol. Adam questions rum and the little boy responds "Rum WHO? Rumpelstiltskins?!" I get that line stuck in my head about 3 times a week. And I haven't seen that movie in a couople of years.
The Office is on tonight for 1 wholesweet hour of justice. I am excited, aren't you? Aside from that excitement on an entirely different note I've been thinking about how I loath Coach purses. Maybe that's because they are over priced and absolutely made for filthy rich woman (whom spend the majority of days lunching and shopping). Just recently I complemented a woman on her purse she said, "who do you think its by?" I peer in alittle closer and I see lambs. Obviously. it was from Gewn Stefani's L.A.M.B collection. A collection that I never liked. But this was an exception and I felt it deserved an applaud for whatever reason. Without asking further (I no longer careat this point) nor feel the need the details about it . She blurts otit was only $550. Wha? Oh, thats not bad, right? Fuck that (thats one more fruit roll up I owe, everyone). And good god dropping that kind of cash on something entirely unecessary. I was actually embaressed (for her) when she told me that. I understand spending a lot of money on items serving a purpose or even its absolutely pointless and for shear entertainment. But its under the circumstances that you've worked hard and would use and cherish these itmes until they're holy unrecognizable shards of matter. I am the first to encourage this. My CD collection unecessary as it is gets larger every week. I get it people enjoy "things".
What I cannot understand is a constant need to flaunt wealth. If you've noticedhow clothing companies recreate wardrobes to give us the illusion that we're all just a bunch of bored millionares (ie. gigantic sunglasses, designers jeans with stilletos). Rudi Gernreich was the first to use designer jeans in the 50's and 60's but it was consirdered revolutionary to create futuristic and some what over top wealthy pieces. 4-5 Decades later it is now a staple of youths wardrobes and 11 year olds are tugging at Mom purse straps to buy them $150 jeans?? But before I go off a rant about spoiled kids and the idoot parents that recycle this (back to purses) I'm pretty damn sick of people sporting Coach purses and the likes of. They cost more than some people's rent. They're ugly and people need to reconsider what is says about them. That is of course they're retardedly insecure. I apologize to anyone that I like, who may already own one of these purse. You're probably good people (kidding).
The Office is on and I've been editing in between comercials. I must go!
ps- I have full intentions of posting something better than a conversation I had with myself about purses today. It's just I've seen an overwhelming amount of young and old championing these monstrosities.
Monday, December 11, 2006
Am I right folks? I dare hear somebody refuse this because skid marks are ungodly especially around the Holidays. Oh, and money sucks too. Speaking of money, I have a mondo credit card bill to pay (which thankfully will be met but leaves me with a nickle to my name) and a cellphone bill. There are also some gigantic upgrades in my life that are sooner than later becoming a reality and funds for this trip I'm taking are still a tad foggy -as are pretty much everything else money related. Let's drop the details of my wusso money gripe because I could honestly give a rooty toot about alll things paper and green. I'm not complaining. I'm still quiting my job regardlesss of all the nay sayers: "FUCK THAT" is what I say. I know real mature Sarah. Cursing away the future is not a solution but neither is that job. I'm kidding, Let it be known that by no means am I saying that I think I am better than this job. Because it takes the patience of a saint and the organization of a Martha Stewart. And require a certain kind of talent and I tip my hat off to those doing the same thing. Wait but let me interject -what I meant to say that everyone should be fully capable of doing something they love if it were up to me everyone deserving would be working their dream jobs and not in cafes. Unless they wanted to work in cafes. Which in my case for about 2 years was where I wanted to be. Although the experience I had at the other store was absolutley by far my favorite job its a shame this one is not. Even if I wanted to stay, unfortunately it cannot afford bills that need to be paid. A day or two solo never killed anyone. If Indiana Jones could make due with a collapsing bridge cut by a pack of scantily clad loin-cloth, machete totin', heart eating cannibals it's probable that I'll live with out it. But back to skid marks, wait.... forget skid marks. But let's talk pants where skid marks hang out. All day I've been listening to Romanowski's Party In My Pants its about as jaunty as Tito Jackson's grin. And we all know Tito likes to smile. If anyone has time download Strudel Strut!
Thursday, December 07, 2006
2 things on my Thursday night agenda
- Cecil B. Demented
PS. About 4 times this week I've heard the word tall mistaken for large. People, Tall drinks are not Large drinks. Although large drinks are rather tall they indeed are not titled tall (because that means small). These people probably go into cafes every week making the same mistake.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
These are all very short sketches, that are mostly half-assed doodles. Nothing too snazzy, Most of them were done in front of the tv while I was watching Kiss Kiss Bang Bang last night. A wildly entertaining movie when you have no idea what you're getting into. All of a sudden you're watching a villian get shot through Val Kilmers pants?? And then Val Kilmer says, "Homophobes never look down there." I'm thinking what the fuck is Val Kilmer doing with a tiny pistol in his crotchal region in the first place. I guess when its time to kill a homophobe. Oh well, I may never know.
Changing the subject again, but by now I hope everyone isn't thoroughly annoyed with my posting. I like the idea of a sketchblog. And here is a brief description -The top sketch is a duplicate of many other ideas out there. Which goes with out saying that it is a completly unorginal idea. I take no credit whatsoever -However, shape creatures are ridiculously enjoyable to sketch with a prisma marker. Everyone should buy these markers, they're about as fun as a bottle of tequila on a piping hot night in July! And yes, I've got tiny freckles on my nose above, the cartoon version is much sexier than in real life. I kid myself, but whatever I'm alright. And in the middle I threw in a Kyp Malone for everyone in need of some TVOTR regalement!
ps- I realize that posting sketches all of the time is self-indulgent and I promise I will not bore you with this daily.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Speaking of projects. Do you ever have these days of total exhaustion and you know that what you're doing is not meant or even healthy for your existence? Money isn't tied into this equation either. Maybe people always want more but for whatever reason as they grow older they become unhappy. I've spent a good deal of my life asking questions and doubting my abilities. Well, ladies and gents that has all ended for several reasons. I'm graduating college this December and although I did it assbackwards and went through absolute hell and back -I've come to realize something, I am going to spend my life doing something that I care about it. I didn't intend on getting so introspective today but goddamnit, some people I've had to put up with lately are so unbelivebly miserable they just suck the joy right out any possible fun at work.
Anyway, 2006 may have been a busy and somewhat unfun year (not entirely it had its ridiculously fun times) although 2007 will be of epic proportions...
starting with a little trip I like to call away from PA.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Here's a piece I like to call my closing controversial statements of the weekend (with no further explanation). And they are....
-95% of people ordering drinks in cafe's today have a I've just been violated by a pack of horny bears look on their face before they order.
-People who stop and then turn in the middle of the highway for no good reason are indeed retarded.
-Sometimes when people call at 2:45am and I am asleep I will not be angry. I will just repeat two times before I hang up - I don't even know why I picked up the phone, I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I PICKED UP THE PHONE -click.
you unfunny jackass
Friday, December 01, 2006
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
So work was a nigthmare. I wanted to call out because my ear is inflammed with the swimmers ear!! From what? Wait, for it...
taking a bath?!?!? The entire scenario baffles me. I'm going to the doctors tomorrow. Because I believe it in infected. Last night I couldn't even sleep on the one side of my head. I guress there's worst events happening in the world though.
At work I've been entertaining myself by giving different nicknames for for the scones being bought by the same person as a daily ritual. I always say how I hate them which inadvertantly led to the Scone Princess title. Which is a rather unorginal nickname. So now for shits and giggles* something different has to be said everytime we discuss their love and my hatred. Of course in a non forthcoming manner but more of an enthused sarcasm. And today when on round 2 of the usual scone I blurted " jeez, another one you're the sconiest." A rightfully deseved zing being that on their day off they came into work twice to hit up the scones. I think gifts needed to be bought but they left and came back. Of course they have no idea I find it necesarry to charm them with different fake scone names. We didn't agree to this name exchange but tomorrow she will be Sconan the Barabian.
And after 3 days of this it will no longer be funny (I understand that this is very lame but I get really bored and Mr. banana is a douche bag) and suddenly the polite laughs will turn into hatred and the scones will no longer be enjoyed twice a day but thrown on the floor and stomped on in great disgust. And I will be cursed out. Okay, that probably won't happen either because A. this person laughs hesterically (sp) at most things and is B. an honest joy to be around.
Well I gotta run. But before I go -the picture above is a t-shirt design I've been working on (its unfinished). I might start using this blog as a sketchbook. I shanghaid the idea of a blog sketchbook from another artist who's name I honestly can't remember and will credit once I conjure it from my swallen infected head but every night they'd post a 15 minute sketch for creative purposes. Which is an excellent idea. Originally, I had entirely different idea to write about and instead I apologize for the epic scone story. Its unfortunate that this is my life, goddamnit! On a subconcious level I was itching to type sconiest. And for that I apologize and nothing else.
*a josh cavalier staple.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Friday, November 24, 2006
Thursday, November 23, 2006
At Kildaras Lauren and I waited for our friend Don to show up. And like many nights we sat there completly sober and as the night droned on with definite conversational lulls, we got to talking about the movie Lost Boys. The Corey vs Corey issue arose. Blah, Blah Feldman is the bad one and Haim is the sweet one your Mother loves. Blah, blah they both partied and did a shit load of drugs. I was prepared to explain the differences in the two, but its getting late. And I won't. The night goes on... we're on completly new subjects egging each other on to act like rejects. What I mean by this is our bar talk conversation starts out relatively normal and then slowly gets juvenile in such a way that you've suddenly regressed years in age and you're talking about the first time you've had sex and who you would like /wouldn't like to do (television people included). I'm not a perv, these are the conversations people have once they've had a few (in my case completly sober)I don't make the rules its just what happens. In the middle of us all laughing at our sheer stupidity Don turns to me and says you make me act in a way that I wouldn't normally.
My head cocks back and turns as I ponder this notion. Lauren, basically gives him the same reaction except with a mild look of disgust, in a completly good way though. I have no idea what he means by this. I nudge him and sarcastically retort but in a good way, right? eh? Unknowingly this led to a state of the union debate over our history of friendship. I had no idea but in all 5 years I've hung out with him(discluding the first time we met at 15 ) thinks that we never bonded and this includes Lauren as well. Ironically, all three of us agreed to this. And no one could quite pinpoint why this is. Friendship is similar to tastes and attraction. You can't force somebody to like you, just like you can't force somebody to be a close friend. On the contrary I can't say the same for Lauren (we've "bondned" many times) and although a great deal of some friendships in everyones life are lacking it should be something to be questioned. And what I mean by questuioned brought to attention. The most bizarre aspect was that none of us were really upset by this. And the fact that it wasn't brought up 3 years ago when everyone actually stopped hanging out regularly is completly beyond me. I have to say it was a completly odd way to end the night. Despite it I adore my friends even when they tell me they never really bonded with me.
Speaking of which, I must sleep. Goodnight.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
-1. When ever I say to myself in the morning this is the only drink I will have with caffiene for the rest of the day. It really just means I am only going to consume caffiene all day.
-2. the t-shirt company I was supposidly doing "designs" for is a total botched ordeal. If my name isn't Captain Idiot I don't know who is because I had been sending my designs to an entirely different company the whole time. It's really confusing and dumb what happened not to mention how horrifyingly retarded I feel.
Oh well better luck next time.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
I upducted this gem some where on the google image search when I typed in The Honey Brothers. I apologize to whom ever are in these photos. My intention was not to mock, and apparantly HB is about their fanbase having a finger snappin', rump shakin' good time and I am all for that.
I'm debating whether or not to drive to Maxwells in Hoboken, Nj on the busiest driving day of the year to see The Honey Brothers take a break from the studio to put on a pre Thanksgiving show. I have to admit it seems like a colossal waste of time. The stage will probably be mobbed by a crowd of creepo Adrien Grenier fans. He is sort of a dreamboat, but whatever.
And speaking of creepos after class today I waited outside of Best Buy (yes I was one those customers fiending outside the door before open awaiting all my electronic needs) but it was packed. No lie it was like a goddamn party of 30 people. And then we all waddled in like zombies it was quite the spectacle. And I couldn't find a damned thing I was looking for in there and wound up buying a CD that while is good had no intention of buying. Good story?? And by good I mean jab your eyes with a pencil invigerating.
ps- while on my travels I stumbled upon Filter magazine and was jazzed to see an INTERVIEW of the shins by John Krasinski!! 'inski is the man of my dreams.
Monday, November 20, 2006
-I fixed the line spacing problem that I never mentioned but was having from before, thank god no single paragraph rants anymore. Typos/mispelled/mispunctionuated words will still be present, I repeat will still be present.
-Hopefully some more people will start commenting. I've told a bunch of friends. Most of them pause and say you know I don't really check blogs. I'm so friendless sometimes.
-Here's a little knowledge to munch on before I go. This isn't an entirely original question to ask but..
Why is it that everytime something goes horribly wrong we react but if we see something/someone suffer on a daily basis little by little we do nothing about it?
On some good news I may be earning a couple extra bucks doing some t-shirts. Which would make me happy for little or no money. I have no idea though. In fact, forget that I don't want this it to backfire like before. Although failing is better than never trying. All I know is that last night in the midst of a deadline I drank too cups of coffee and some how I felt like I was stung by tranquilizers fit for a pack of routy elephants.
Last night a quarter past midnight my exact thoughts were: "I'm off tomorrow, let's start rocking some shit" -code for get work done . And on the second cup I found it absolutely necessary to drop everything for an exchange of instant zz's or I'd lose my mind. It wasn't your normal I'm tired, I better go to bed. It was one of those nights where you stumble into bed with your shoes on unaware of how you got there. And prior to this zombified state the only real explanation may be the result of working 20 hours a day for weeks on end or maybe spending an entire week binge drinking and after 168 hours of boozy sleeplessness (??) can really justify this seemingly momentary narcoleptic fit. Last night I did neither one of those. I have no idea what happened and it is rare for someone like me who can't get to sleep half the time.
Nevertheless on an entirely different note the year is closing and I always start to think of the year as a whole. Was it good/bad? What happened? Was the first six months better than the last six months? What important events occurrred? What were my favorite movies/music? Did I met anybody worth mentioning?All of these questions usually start around this time every year. It's been an unsteady year for everyone . To say the least it hasn't been easy but sometimes its all worth it. I realize this is an entirey vague conversation that probably only makes sense to myself and seems kind of half-assed. I get it. The point beyond all of this insanity is to keep your head above water. With all of the political hoopla flooding the airwaves, or the endless amount of fascination given toward celebrities who for the most part could be living on neptune and it wouldn't make a difference in our every day lives is something that we should all take into consideration. Sometimes you just have to say am I really concerned about the honky dury lives of Tomkat or maybe try a little "Hey Matt Lauer, go fuck yourself" when you're watching the another trite morning of garabge today show for shits and giggles. I realize that the media is not entirely evil considering most of it is used on a first come first served basis. And I just felt like picking on Matt Lauer. Sorry. And that its not Matt Lauer's fault for delivering the content. Secretly, may be what I'm really trying to say is to turn your tv off once in awhile. And I will take my own advice for that.
I am way off topic originally I wanted to talk about the song No Good Here by Tim Fite and how it is my 2006 theme song. Notice the paragraph above. And no its not because I think "I'M NO GOOD HERE" its actually not that depressing because it some how makes me think of two people who are in love doing something they hate and they realize that they most destroy it by quitting all of the bullshit around them. I can even picture them running down the street embracing this!
The songs is backed by a band called The Seymores and reminds me of the music Reggie and the Full Effect would have made if they were actually a serious band or a good band for that matter. One of these days I'll have to explain this in full extent later.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Saturday, November 18, 2006
And if it doesn't... it's safe to scream in a crowded room ipod? More like isuck.
(that was terrible guys)
Friday, November 17, 2006
ps. I really don't feel like returning the bag of coffee that I bought yesterday. I can't help that it tastes like cardboard and burning hair. That is the second item I bought yesterday and had to return. Weird? and the second bag of coffee this Fall that was burnt like turds.
Now, all I have to do is quite my ADD tendency and we're gold.
The Bird Machine will acquaint or reacquaint any your needs concerning Jay Ryan's work!
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
And you wonder -is it me? Do I have BO or something?
And then you realize, its not you. And that the deadliest of BO's doesn't even deserve this kind of reaction. Work is probably the most simple thing to get through in my life roughly speaking considering its not brain surgery. I give people drinks, and smile -with the exception of a few snotty customers, I can't complain. And normally people will sympathize and say "its cool you had a bad day customers can be real jerks" but this isn't really gripe.
Since Oct. I've put up with some unmentionable co-workers. And some who have been there maybe 2 months tops (I've been there since Oct.) -=will literally call me out in front of customers on purpose because for whatever reason they have control issues. Some one named Mr. Banana was talking to a regular by saying "yeah its hot in here with these long black collared shirts" that statement is fine by itself. However Mr. Banana follows it up by saying in the snidest voice ," yeah, like she (referring to myself) is wearing a black short sleeve shirt but we're not suppose to." He fakely exchange chuckles with the customer. As you can imagine, this infuriates me. Because we're allowed to wear short sleeves regardless of our Handbook and I didn't do anything to warrant this comment to begin with. And this is after MB has told me what to do all day (not a manager) consistently corrects me on how drinks are made or how many pumps go into a mocha or whatever else is on our menu. Mr. Banana will correct me while I'm making this in front of customers. And say that doesn't have 3 pumps it has 2.5. This makes the customer look at me funny. Sometimes he's right. but I pride myself on making good drinks with out being so precise all the time. No one has ever told me this drink taste bad because there was 3 pumps instead of 2.5 pumps. All a drink needs is a little love not a measuring glass with a fucking magnifying glass taped to it. Its not like I'm mixing acid with other explosives.
Mr. Banana also likes to state that he doesn't like opening by himself somedays. And that can be aggravating, understandibly. And Mr. Banana says "I can do it barely but I'll do it, and so can person B and well, you? You're getting close to it." And this is only a few examples -I'm breezing over about 50 remarks I've heard him say to me all week. I laugh it off always, and say stuff like "yeah, thats great and all but I do it this way. Thanks." He doesn't know whether I'm kidding or not but I'm dead serious.
Meanwhile, the staff is required to give on the spots from time to time. I have recently recieved 2 of them and I get points off for not pushing the rewards cards far enough. Its bad enough that I have to ask questions but once they say no after I've said politely "do you want to start one" I leave it at that, and I catch flack for not coninvcing them further? Not to mention another person in charge who is actually a really cool person marked me down for not saying hello in the first 5 seconds when he did an on the spot for me. He nicely says, "I'm sorry but I'm going to have to mark you down for that" what a dick move. I confidently thought he wouldn't be a stickler like that. I am just so fed up,with bending my back over for people who correct me for dumb instances or aren't listening to a word I say. Or in Mr. Banana Cakies case will not shut up about the minor details of his utterly boring life expecting astute attention from everyone surrounding him meanwhile he cuts everyone off incessantly. I never met a person as patronizing as him either. Every word out of his mouth is a correction or some long drawn out explanation (kind of like this one) but about something as simple as the process it takes to brew a batch of coffee.
I am quitting right before New Years, I'ma be in South Carolina, anyway. I realize this seems dramatic but this kind of junk never happened at the other place I use to work at in Springfield. Plus it should be a job to enjoy and not to correct people for not being perfect. And I could write an entire book on more stuff I've been witnessing. I don't even want to get into CRAZY EYES either according to CE "the scedule is not about being fair".
Maybe I've just turned into a mondo douche bag but I'm pretty sure no one in that store gets my work ethic. And if anything co-workers should be in cahoots with jackass customers rather the other way around. I normally wouldn't care but I'm convinced the entire store is operating like this.
It's absolutely nuts.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Monday, November 13, 2006
Sunday, November 12, 2006
I kind of miss the other ball and chain at the dreaded (but secretly loved) myspace - this just doesn't feel like something I'd do. In fact it feels unatural. Plus I'm pretty sure I didn't tell anyone the address to this which means no one reads this. And I mean no one. And now this is where I turn to myself and say Sarah?? Stop typing.
To anyone that may stumble upon this in the next 50 or so years is it just me or is it that everytime one types on this nutso thing that there is a massive delay inadvertently screwing up everything that is typed?
All day as I was working I kept thinking about ridiculously successful musicians.
And I thought about their lives and I couldn't help but wonder other than the fact that they constantly tour (breaking the monotony), they have legions of adoring fans -well not all of them some are publicly humilated on a regular basis ie. Michael Jackson* , many of them make more money a night than I have made in all 7 years work experience, and almost all of them are applauded for complete and total disobendianece toward society.
Some of these performers will sell more records by pulling their pants down in public (Marky Mark anyone? or how about that jack ass Steve-o? And he's not even a rockstar), and almost all them are encouraged to be a total lush all day/night. And they even bang a different head a night and some how we find this even more appealing? Iggy Pop fucked 13 year olds and had a repuation to make women cry but he was still/is a sexual icon.
I'm not singling out Iggy I'm a fan of his music and their are many seriously talented hardworking people trying to create an honest living through music and insist on keeping normal std free lifestyles but what I don't understand is that yes, even bad publicity sells records and sometimes even more so, and this obviously makes the music industry very happy money bloated hippos (that was kind of lame).
However, this kind of behavior when "regular" members of society start to mirroring this
-people get cold hard slaps on the wrists. For example if I decided to go out, get drunk and jump into a christmas tree in a public place. I may just get kicked out of where ever I was and that's on a good day. Now, I understand voluntarily jack knifing it into some pine needles is asking for some security to come waltzing over . But if I was Kiefer Sutherland going on the road making a documentary about Tom Morello's rock band, I'd get paid and a TV special on VH1.
Okay may be that's a little harsh but seriously, I'm not saying Keifer Sutherland shouldn't be doing such nonsense -the guy is loaded, and although that doesn't excuse it he is probably living out his dream. I can personally forgive Ace. Which brings me to my thought from earlier today and quite possibly my point, I was trying to make in the first place. At work I've been getting shafted, as are a few other really hard working people. And today was god-awful working wise -there is something undeniably yuppie about the surrounding demographic in ye old Brinton Lake shopping arena.
And I couldn't help but think why should I care enough to get mad about careless people? Lets hypothedically put Keifer Sutherland or even better (maybe worse) Iggy Pop in a borders enviroment working before they were famous and they're were not pushing Rewards cards once people already said no I doubt Iggy would give a shat about whether or not this was happening? He'd just get pissd and make Raw Power. And kiefer's case be a vampire in The Lost Boys (i realize he'd been in many movies before that but it was the fist that came to mind.)
I realize my life is abosolutely 100% nothing like Iggy Pop's or Ace's and never will I try to replicate theirs. I've got breasts . Nor do I think this is even a valid argument. I just find it interesting that we allow for some (famous) to act out but not others (cilivians) for saying nay to the law. You'd think if we idolize such recklessly in the people we pay to see we'd give the rest of the world a break from time to time for not giving a damn about what we should and should not do.
That was redonk.
*MJster is most definitly wacko.