Random Thoughts...
Well, I did something against the advice of everyone I know, but I had to. At least I didn't resort to
anything this lame. So if you see me with
two casts on my legs, just know that it was worth it. While not everything has been resolved, I at least have a better idea of where I stand, and I know there is no bitterness and there is some contemplation of what I'd like to see happen. I can't do anything more at this point to move things forward, so just wish me luck. I guess I'm just naive and a
glutton for punishment, since I seem to want to get my hopes up. Oh well, I think I'll pick up that new Warriors videogame so I can vent my frustration by beating the crap out of rival gangs. That, and watch Land of the Dead on DVD- because everyone knows that
zombies kick ass.
Everyone needs a crazy friend. I have more than one, but the craziest of the crazy we just call Crazy Mike. He's an outstanding comedian, and a highly trained martial artist that knows about 15 ways to kill a man with his bare hands. Crazy friends like that are good for keeping you from doing stupid shit you shouldn't be doing in the first place. I asked Mike to break my legs if I contacted a particular person, and he agreed. So even though I've wanted to numerous times, even gone so far as to write a letter to them, I can't send it without his permission, because I know he's crazy enough to follow through on his promise. Want to lose weight? Ask your crazy friend to key your car if you screw up on your diet. Want to quit smoking? Ask your crazy friend to shit on your carpet if you smoke another cigarette. That's why we have crazy friends.
Since the DVD for Land of the Dead, an amazing movie (one of the best I've seen in a looooooong time), just came out, here's a scanned picture of a piece of zombie art that a girl I used to date made for me on my birthday. It's awesome- I had to put it up on a shelf in my closet, though, or I'd get all sad looking at it. It's a great piece of art from a very talented individual.
This is the first blog post I'll be announcing on myspace.com, so if anyone out there is on myspace, and you don't have me as a friend, go to
www.myspace.com/funnymatt and add me.
I was listening to a song someone sent me a while ago by Fiona Apple- that chick is pretty cool, but I have no idea what her point is when she's singing about stuff. Is she sad? She sounds so angry that I can never tell if she's mad at herself, or at the guys she's singing about. But Criminal and Shadowboxer are great songs. I'll ask my friend Nacy- he likes gay music, so he should know. Anyone that listenes to Belle and Sebastian and claims it's great should know the answer to that.
When you're depressed,
stories like this can really cheer you up. This shorter version
has a photo.
Funny story- my old roommate (and friend since Jr. High School) curently attends Fresno State University. I've known him for 20 years. He's got a 22 year old girlfriend that goes to San Jose State. I was browsing their Myspace.com profiles, and I saw a number of obnoxiously sweet comments he had left on her profile. She has sent me messages on there, so she knows that I'm a comic and an old friend of his. So I added a comment that said, "Your boyfriend is gay. And I only say that because I've known him for 20 years." Apparently, he gets a crying phone call and has to calm her down and explain that he is in fact NOT gay, and that it was just me joking around. The lesson, as always, what I say isn't to be taken literally. He's not gay, I'm just an asshole.
