Monthly Archives: April 2008

Lazy is as Lazy Does.

No one is a bigger procrastinator than I am. No one.

My kitchen is totally dark at night and has been totally dark for probably about two months because the light bulbs in the light fixture for my kitchen light went out and I have not yet gotten them replaced.

I have attempted to get them replaced, mind you. I even removed the bulbs from the fixture and put them in a little box which I put in my car so that if I ever made it to Home Depot or Light Bulbs R Us, I would know exactly what kind of light bulb to get. You’re probably thinking “jesus christ on a crouton, just go to the drug store and buy a goddamn light bulb.” If only it were that simple, my friends. if only it were that simple.

The light bulbs I require are halogen light bulbs. Halogen light bulbs are an entirely extraordinary beast of bulb. If regular lightbulbs are horses, then halogen light bulbs are unicorns. They are mythical. The tears of a halogen light bulb have magical powers. Did you know you can’t return a halogen light bulb to the store after you’ve bought it? It’s like, once you touch it, you are bound to it forever. It’s yours. You can’t get rid of it. But then you’re not really supposed to touch them with your bare skin. It hurts them. Did you know this about halogen light bulbs? it’s a true story.

Every time you touch a halogen light bulb with your bare hands, an angel loses its wings.

So I needed halogen light bulbs, And not those long ones that you need for those lamps that everyone had in college. You know the lamps I’m talking about– they were blazing hot, and often a fire hazard, and when you turned them on, they lit up not only your bedroom, but the entire fucking block. I’m telling you, you can see those lamps from space.

In college, we used to light our cigarettes off these lamps. These lamps are not safe. They will kill your children.

So last night I’m standing in the kitchen attempting to make food in the dark, telling my friend about how it’s been months and I really need to get a light bulb. “Man, if I’d ordered the damn lightbulbs online, I could have had them months ago.” Then I thought about this.

“You know what? I’m going to go order lightbulbs online right now.”

Then I thought about that.

“Oh forget it, I don’t feel like dealing with it right now, I’ll do it later.”

No more than five seconds passed between my first and second statements. I’m telling you, I barely had time to breathe between exclaiming that I had to buy the light bulbs “right now” and sighing “oh, I’ll do it later.”

Maybe I’ll go to Home Depot on my way home.

Maybe.

Cursing Online.

Ranty rant rant.

I’ve been ranting online a lot. Before October of last year, I never posted a comment on any blog online. I was the perennial lurker. Then I popped my comment cherry on Mollygood. Today I just popped my black cherry on Stereohyped.

I’ve been feeling more than a little pissed off lately.

Maybe it’s John McCain and his “senior moments”. You’re fucking 72! Move to Florida, not the White House. I do not want to look at this fucking crypt keeper of a human being for the next four years. 100 more years in Iraq? Really? FUCK.

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This guy? Really!?!?!?!?!?

Maybe it’s Hillary Clinton and her “35 years of experience.” Doing what?! What did she do? Besides vote to authorize this war, and vote for the Kyl-Leiberman Act. Someone please tell me. (I know she’s done more. It’s hyperbole. But these are reasons (1) and (2) that I cannot vote for her.)

Maybe it’s the stupid ass Charlotte Allen who wrote probably the most offensive anti-feminist rant to be published in the mainstream media in recent years. It makes my skin crawl just thinking about it.

Maybe it’s Bill O’Reilly calling for Michelle Obama to be lynched, then excusing the use of his Jim Crow rhetoric by referencing a black pastor (I don’t think it was Jeremiah Wright, but it could have been… actually, I’m not sure who it was, but I heard it as I was flipping through the AM stations on my way to Air America and happened to land for a split miserable second on the No Spin Zone) who counseled his congregation on ways to deal with “public lynchings” as if a white man calling for the lynching of a black woman is the same as a black man discussing his experiences on surviving the metaphorical public lynching. Hey Bill, meet me at Sylvia’s Restaurant in Harlem. We’ll drink some ice tea, motherfucker.

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Motherfuckin' Ice T.

Maybe it’s the neocons screaming that Michelle Obama is anti-American when she, as a black woman, dared express that she was finally proud of her country. As if this country has given black people much to be proud of.

Maybe it’s white people, in response to arguments about how tough black people have had it in this country, saying “yeah, well my ancestors used to work in factories or laundromats or as maids” ignoring the fact that black people didn’t come here to escape persecution in their own countries. THEY WERE STOLEN FROM THEIR OWN COUNTRIES. I’m sorry about the potato famine. That sucks. But it ain’t the same.

And then there’s that particular brand of ign’ant white folks who say “yeah, well, if it weren’t for us you’d be living in your grass huts trying to hunt your dinner with a spear.” Maybe I would. But it would be MY spear, and MY dinner. Fuck. Nevermind that the slave trade destroyed healthy thriving kingdoms, communities, villages, whatever, in Africa. FUCK. [NOTE: Yes, this looks like a strawman argument... however, I did see this argument on a blog somewhere and am currently trying to find and link it.]

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I can haz haus neegro?

Maybe it’s the fact that my acupuncturist went snowboarding in Mammoth last weekend and I didn’t go to acupuncture last week.

Maybe it’s my pituitary tumor growing arms and legs. I have been getting more headaches lately, come to think of it.

Whatever it is, I seem to be angry and using the world “fuck” online a lot.

I need to simmer down.

Fuck.