Eat My Dust

The following was something I was going to blog the other day but forgot about it:

We watched "Gingerdead Man" the other night. Of course I knew it would be bad, but I figured it be bad in a good way. Not one thing in this movie was worth it. Everything was stupid in this movie. And not stupid like, "That's so awesome." More like, "I can't believe I'm fucking watching this."

Speaking of cookies, I heard Danzig on the radio the other day. How fucking awesome is that? I haven't heard them on the radio since high school and I get in the car and "Dirty Black Summer" comes on. Dice! It's especially dice because I've been thinking about Danzig recently and wanting to buy their albums again.

I've also been hearing a lot of Sabbath recently. I listened to Paranoid the other week and then since then, I've heard almost that entire album again via Indie 103.1.

I called an email request that we received today. I got the voicemail that goes, "Hey it's Paul." Then a pause and you start talking and the message goes on. Funny joke. Fuck you asshole. I was kind of thinking if I should leave a message or not because I fell for his lame fucking joke. I didn't know that grown men still do this 40 year old joke anymore. I'm usually privy to things like that and don't fall for much of them, and I can't validate this guy's thing as a victory. No way.

This is from an email request:

Customer Comments: Take my girlfriend out to dinner and then to where we
had our first date


Why do we need to know it's where your first date was? So fucking lame.

If I ever work at a restaurant or somewhere like that, I'll work holidays. I just don't want to work on Valentine's Day and during prom season. Two things I just can't deal with. Every one doing stupid stuff like, "Oh, Sweetie Pie. I got you these flowers and a box of chocolates. I love you." I remember last year when I was working at Ted & Wally's. This guy called and said, "My girlfriend loves your ice cream. I was thinking of bringing her in tonight. Could you put her name on the flavor board?"

"Like, just her name, nothing else?"

"Yes."

"Sure. Just call before you're coming in, because we can't just keep the name up there all night."

What the fuck? How the fuck is that romantic? That's just fucking stupid. "Hey, you want to get some ice cream? Oh, gee. I wonder what flavors they got tonight?" I'm glad as hell I was not that guy's date that night. How do you react to something as stupid as that? Why not get a chalk rock and write her name on the sidewalk. "I knew you liked to walk this way, so I wrote your name on it to show that you like to walk here and it illustrates my love for you in a way that no man in the history of world has been able to do."

I don't understand why these people all want to take a limo service but refuse to pay how much it costs or make comparisons to cabs. Everytime I drive around I can't help but realize how much it would cost for a cab and think that it would be the same that we charge for a luxury sedan. If I were to order a sedan and was told it would be $70 from Sherman Oaks to LAX, I'd go for it. I'd be like, "Damn. That's fucking cheap. I was expecting like $200." Or, "$95?! That's too much. I'm going to bill my company, but they'll think $95 is too much for a trip to the airport." Yeah, fuckhead. If it's too much for a company to want to pay for something like an airport run, they probably want you to take a cab. You're not a fucking rockstar you fucking corporate slut.

People want to pay $20, I'll fucking pick them up on my road bike. You get what you pay for, bitch. You want to go to the Grammy's and pay $400 for 10 hours in a limousine, I'll fucking send my neighbors pick-up truck to haul your ass around.