The Nones of October

I always get especially homesick around this time of year.  Here's hoping this will be my next-to-last autumn down south.

Pull the plug

Enough, already. The human experiment has gone horribly awry. Created in His image my narrow, hairy, Armenian arse.

When we avidly heed the "expertise" of this fucking jack-ass while conveniently ignoring this, or this, or this, we've reached rock-bottom. But hey, it's all good! After all, these are all dirty, camel-fucking, America-hatin', would-be terrorists, right? That toddler that was dug out of the rubble should have been left to die like the filthy Ay-rab scum that he is. You know he's going to grow up to be a suicide-bombing piece of garbage. Hell, those fucking rag-heads probably staged the whole thing. Or so the state of Israel and all their anti-Semitic ass-kissers would have us believe. Yes, I wrote anti-Semitic. Palestinians are Semites, too. Our overall ignorance and disregard for life, human or otherwise, is staggering.

This shit has gone on long enough. Pull the fucking plug -- we don't deserve to live.

The Suárez and the Fop

I love Aesop's Fables. Always have. Given my lifelong pattern of self-destructive behavior, it stands to reason that this would be my favorite:

The Scorpion and the Frog

     A scorpion and a frog meet on the bank of a stream and the 

scorpion asks the frog to carry him across on its back. The 

frog asks, "How do I know you won't sting me?" The scorpion 

says, "Because if I do, I will die too."

     The frog is satisfied, and they set out, but in midstream,

the scorpion stings the frog. The frog feels the onset of 

paralysis and starts to sink. Knowing they both will drown,

the frog gasps, "Why?" 

     Replies the scorpion: "I could not help it; it's my nature."

So it is with Luis Suárez, Uruguay's enigmatic and bizarre anti-hero. A few days after single-handedly resuscitating La Celeste's World Cup dreams by scoring a brace against England, he inexplicably tried to take a bite out of Italian defender Giorgio Chiellini's shoulder.  The game was tied, and Uruguay had started to dominate because the thuggish Marchisio had been sent off for a brutal foul.  There was no apparent provocation, nor rhyme, nor reason.  Given Suárez's history, one can only surmise that he simply could not help it; it's his nature.

Orientales, la patria o la tumba

¡Celeste, carajo!

History repeats itself

Back in the 1980's, right around the time I was hitting puberty, I had Joan Jett and Lita Ford to, ahem, pine after.  They were smoking hot, and they rocked.  Today, thanks to Lizzy Hale and Taylor Momsen, we have rock 'n' roll redux.  Yowza.

Sometimes they come back

The blues, that is.  And they did so with a vengeance last week.  Funny, because I'd been thinking about asking for -- nay, demanding -- a reduction in dosage and/or gradual tapering off my crazy meds.  So much for that now.  Shit was flat-out scary, especially because, like always, I couldn't come remotely close to pinpointing the source.  Epic fail.  I guess better living through chemistry is here to stay.

On the first day of Christmas

AMC gave to me a Godfather marathon. "You can act like a man!!!"