take me home tonight
Current Song: The Smiths - I Know it's Over.
Passive aggressive fights with people.
You asked for my opinion on your poetry. I'm a blunt guy. Believe me, I could have said a lot worse. If you have genuine dreams of being published, you need to have unbelievably thick skin. I love words and I get offended when I read awfully constructed poetry.
Being playfully vague and stringing together random collections of words are entirely different. Trust me, I flirt with that line all the time. Prime example, this very page. I'm certain that most of the time what I write on here is only understood by me and I'm quite comfortable with that. I don't ask anyone to read this. I mean, fraz.elowel.org is public, and people are certainly free to read what ever random whiney shit I have to say and attempt to figure out what the hell I'm rambling about. (good fuckin' luck!) But when you come to me, and ask me for my opinion, don't get upset when I give it to you!
Look, we're friends and I hope we always will be, but who's going to be honest to you if not your friends? Seriously! Gah.
Worst part is, I'm going to be the one who crumbles and apologizes.
In other news, I keep buying novels. I'm too impatient for libraries. Yes, I'm aware that is completely absurd.
Oh oh oh! I forgot to post on here about the best time I had all summer! So last weekend, my buddy Nate needed someone to go with him to see some band play because he knew the drummer. I agreed to go with him on the condition that he bought the beers. A deal was settled and we headed out to the Attic in midtown. I'd never been before that, and it's a charming little bar. Nate didn't tell me until we had actually walked in and paid the cover that we were seeing a cover band. As any real fan of music will tell you, there is nothing lower in the music world than a cover band. Nothing. Especially a cover band with an absurdly bad singer and the world's worst drummer in the history of ever. And he had a real drummer's kit too. Custom maple shells, classic zildjian ride and crash, an decent rack and a very expensive double bass pedal. Ugh. What a jerk.
Anyway, they started playing songs from the 90s and I started pounding beers to keep myself from murdering tubbles. We left at their... intermission, I guess you could call it. Anyway, boring details.
On the way home from the bar, there's a large and popular intersection in omaha, 72nd and Dodge, that we crossed. On the corner was a group of Sept. 11. 'truthers' with signs trying to pass out free DVDs of the most absurd shit ever. Nate and I, both being true to the core assholes decided to mock these folks.
The 'truther' movement is retarded. It really is. I don't even want to waste energy trying to explain what these morons believe. I'll nutshell it for you. They think the shit that happens in Dan Brown novels actually goes on in the real world. If that doesn't make you want to vomit right there, go set yourself on fire.
Nate and I decided we'd practice our right to free speech to shit on those conspiracy goons. We ran up to a nearby grocery store, bought some posterboard and made a couple of signs. Mine said "Help help! I'm being oppressed!" while Nate's was a bit more straightforward : "9/11 Conspiracy theories are retarded."
The gameplan was to just stand silently next to them until they gave up. Of course, that didn't work. One guy tried to act like he thought we were cool and talk to us, whereupon we pretty much destroyed all of his arguments leaving him saying, "Well, I'm not saying I know all the answers, I'm just asking questions." Yeah pal. Keep asking. His girlfriend got huffy over us practicing the right to call her a moron. I had to let her know that us calling her retarded is only slander if it wasn't true. That kinda shut her up for a bit. Then she decided to start calling us names.
I have pretty thick skin, so you're going to have to come up with something waaaaay more clever than calling me fat to get under my skin. Both nate and I started laughing at her, which really set her off. She actually lunged at nate, ripped off a bit of his sign and started screaming at us. The faux intellectual pulled her aside and lectured her about free speech blahblahblah. After her tongue lashing she tried to come back and be friendly with us, offering to go pick up arby's if we were hungry. Lolwut? weren't you just calling us fat fucks 10 minutes ago?
Then another lunatic shows up, and this guy is dumber than the faux intellectual and the crazy lady combined. This guy started yelling and getting all huffy with us because we're just "sheeple". Oh man, I about cracked when he said that. I asked him what he believed happened on Sept 11. and the first words out of his mouth were the illuminati, so I tuned him out instantly. I said something along the lines of "Yeah pal, go back to your shitty dan brown books. Talk to me when you come back down to planet earth." That's when he tried to spit on Nate. If he would have hit nate on the face, I'm pretty sure that dude would have found himself in the hospital. Nate is a badass fuckin' dude. Luckily, the spit just landed on the sign and nothing violent happened.
Shortly after, the 'truthers' gave up on the corner and drove away. We're racking that one up as a victory against stupidity. Oooh! Here's their myspace page! It's worth checking out for a couple of giggles. http://www.myspace.com/wearechangeomaha. I refuse to actually link it, because... well, fuck them.
It's sad that I get such pleasure in being a giant fucking asshole. 'Twas a great evening.
-fraz.
Passive aggressive fights with people.
You asked for my opinion on your poetry. I'm a blunt guy. Believe me, I could have said a lot worse. If you have genuine dreams of being published, you need to have unbelievably thick skin. I love words and I get offended when I read awfully constructed poetry.
Being playfully vague and stringing together random collections of words are entirely different. Trust me, I flirt with that line all the time. Prime example, this very page. I'm certain that most of the time what I write on here is only understood by me and I'm quite comfortable with that. I don't ask anyone to read this. I mean, fraz.elowel.org is public, and people are certainly free to read what ever random whiney shit I have to say and attempt to figure out what the hell I'm rambling about. (good fuckin' luck!) But when you come to me, and ask me for my opinion, don't get upset when I give it to you!
Look, we're friends and I hope we always will be, but who's going to be honest to you if not your friends? Seriously! Gah.
Worst part is, I'm going to be the one who crumbles and apologizes.
In other news, I keep buying novels. I'm too impatient for libraries. Yes, I'm aware that is completely absurd.
Oh oh oh! I forgot to post on here about the best time I had all summer! So last weekend, my buddy Nate needed someone to go with him to see some band play because he knew the drummer. I agreed to go with him on the condition that he bought the beers. A deal was settled and we headed out to the Attic in midtown. I'd never been before that, and it's a charming little bar. Nate didn't tell me until we had actually walked in and paid the cover that we were seeing a cover band. As any real fan of music will tell you, there is nothing lower in the music world than a cover band. Nothing. Especially a cover band with an absurdly bad singer and the world's worst drummer in the history of ever. And he had a real drummer's kit too. Custom maple shells, classic zildjian ride and crash, an decent rack and a very expensive double bass pedal. Ugh. What a jerk.
Anyway, they started playing songs from the 90s and I started pounding beers to keep myself from murdering tubbles. We left at their... intermission, I guess you could call it. Anyway, boring details.
On the way home from the bar, there's a large and popular intersection in omaha, 72nd and Dodge, that we crossed. On the corner was a group of Sept. 11. 'truthers' with signs trying to pass out free DVDs of the most absurd shit ever. Nate and I, both being true to the core assholes decided to mock these folks.
The 'truther' movement is retarded. It really is. I don't even want to waste energy trying to explain what these morons believe. I'll nutshell it for you. They think the shit that happens in Dan Brown novels actually goes on in the real world. If that doesn't make you want to vomit right there, go set yourself on fire.
Nate and I decided we'd practice our right to free speech to shit on those conspiracy goons. We ran up to a nearby grocery store, bought some posterboard and made a couple of signs. Mine said "Help help! I'm being oppressed!" while Nate's was a bit more straightforward : "9/11 Conspiracy theories are retarded."
The gameplan was to just stand silently next to them until they gave up. Of course, that didn't work. One guy tried to act like he thought we were cool and talk to us, whereupon we pretty much destroyed all of his arguments leaving him saying, "Well, I'm not saying I know all the answers, I'm just asking questions." Yeah pal. Keep asking. His girlfriend got huffy over us practicing the right to call her a moron. I had to let her know that us calling her retarded is only slander if it wasn't true. That kinda shut her up for a bit. Then she decided to start calling us names.
I have pretty thick skin, so you're going to have to come up with something waaaaay more clever than calling me fat to get under my skin. Both nate and I started laughing at her, which really set her off. She actually lunged at nate, ripped off a bit of his sign and started screaming at us. The faux intellectual pulled her aside and lectured her about free speech blahblahblah. After her tongue lashing she tried to come back and be friendly with us, offering to go pick up arby's if we were hungry. Lolwut? weren't you just calling us fat fucks 10 minutes ago?
Then another lunatic shows up, and this guy is dumber than the faux intellectual and the crazy lady combined. This guy started yelling and getting all huffy with us because we're just "sheeple". Oh man, I about cracked when he said that. I asked him what he believed happened on Sept 11. and the first words out of his mouth were the illuminati, so I tuned him out instantly. I said something along the lines of "Yeah pal, go back to your shitty dan brown books. Talk to me when you come back down to planet earth." That's when he tried to spit on Nate. If he would have hit nate on the face, I'm pretty sure that dude would have found himself in the hospital. Nate is a badass fuckin' dude. Luckily, the spit just landed on the sign and nothing violent happened.
Shortly after, the 'truthers' gave up on the corner and drove away. We're racking that one up as a victory against stupidity. Oooh! Here's their myspace page! It's worth checking out for a couple of giggles. http://www.myspace.com/wearechangeomaha. I refuse to actually link it, because... well, fuck them.
It's sad that I get such pleasure in being a giant fucking asshole. 'Twas a great evening.
-fraz.
