Groonkly Bits

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-hmj aka groonk

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I’m listening to the TV in the other room right now. It’s on CNN so I can hear the latest news for hurricane Katrina. All I get is the same idiotic information repeated every 10 minutes and “reporters” goading interviewees into the worst case scenario instead of spreading pertinent information.

Right now, some dumb bitch(she must be dumb cause she has no sense to stay in out of the rain) is reporting from the middle of the damn storm…what is that noise? I know she’s in obvious danger. Cause Katrina does not fuck around. I can’t hear her. I’d like to actually hear what the fuck the she’s saying in case it’s important. Afterwards, you can put them in the rain so they fall down all funny-like.

I actually want to be in the know about the “worst storm in a century” and all they can do is stand in the rain and report there are big clouds. Or curse each others stupidity.

Why can’t reporters report on useful things? Tell me something good. Tell me something bad. Just tell me anything that leaves me better informed that when I started listening.

When I want theatre, the Hollywood 18 is ten minutes from my house.

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On Friday night, I had a Matthew McConaughey experience. I didn’t end up high and naked in my apartment playing bongos at 3 AM. It wasn’t that fulfilling. I had a Dazed and Confused moment.

i was the guy on the right

It’s 10:45 pm and Erin calls up. She’s Charles’ ex who I run into around town when I dare venture out of my cave. My history with her is weird, convoluted and not the least bit naughty, except for some excessive hugging at parties.

She calls and tells me she’s graduated from UAH and that I should come to the Delta Chi house and party with her. I’m hesitant. I’m old and pretty much done for the night. I had plans of splash pages and writing projects dancing in my head. Why would I want to drive to UAH and hang out with kids almost half my age?

“There’s free beer until midnight.”

“I’ll be there in thirty,” I reply. I clean off my funk in the cave waterfall. I grab some mushrooms out of the fridge and roll a boulder in front of the entrance.

No, not those kind of mushrooms.

What followed was a Mickey Mouse Fear and Loathing experience that made all ABC After School specials seem like Shakespearean prose. The year’s latest crop of freshman were all over. I got older. They stayed the same age.

Erin was there with an ex-boyfriend and two of her girlfriends(who I later discovered actually were girlfriends), one of which I vaguely remember from an earlier meeting years ago. Erin’s current ex also happened to be an older Delta Chi. My long lost “brother” if you will. We all got together and talked about how everyone felt out of place hanging around “these kids” yet we did nothing to leave the scene. Beer was consumed. Photos were taken. Perfect strangers constantly said they had seen my pictures at some old Red Death parties.

Just so you know, Red Death was a yearly fraternity shindig that involved a highly flammable punch whose ingredients were known to only a handful of brothers at one time. It looked like Hawaiian punch and was guaranteed to knock you on your ass. I always drank my fair share.

My years of hedonism had finally caught up with me.

Midnight was minutes away and my group wanted more. I warily agreed and followed them all the way down to the ass-crack of the city known as South Huntsville. I only call it the city’s ass-crack cause (a) I’m sick of this town and (b) every summer without fail a herd of woodland critters scratch their way to South Huntsville to die secretly in a great pile of rotted flesh and fur. This always happens on the hottest days of the summer and the smell is like there was a party in my nose and everyone farted.

There was a bar in the ass-crack that used to be a Burger King. It was a hole in the wall moderately filled with the late night South Huntsville crowd and cheap beer. The night went on. Nostalgia flowed freely. The alcohol was more a trickle but I was fine with that. I did notice Erin’s girl companions grew closer as the night passed. Soon lesbian kisses became frequent. Lesbian drama equally so.

I shyed away from the drama. I learned that my “brother” was big on [Adult Swim]. We talked of Birdman and ATHF and about how Tom Goes to the Mayor sucked so hard it blew. Then I learned of an InuYasha drinking game that I’m sure not to try anytime soon. At least I won’t write about it if I do.

The ladies took mysteriously long visits to the bathroom which I can neither confirm or deny what actions were taking place inside.

More shots were had. More graduation congratulations were shared. More talk of how times flies when don’t chain it to the fence.

It was getting late. I was growing tired and slightly irritable. But that didn’t matter cause it was 2 AM and time for all us freaks to begone.

I loitered for a bit and made sure my D-Chi brother had all the ladies packed safely in his car. Don’t get me wrong though. I’m a bad-ass, a rebel who cares only for his own needs. I stay away from drama if I can help it.

But they were ok and I was ready to go.

As I drove home a mental note constantly turned in my head.

‘I’m so fucking glad I’m over being 25.’

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That’s not a quote exactly. It’s my fortune on My Way News.

It made me laugh.

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I don’t have a Haruko.

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Dealing with my computer right now is like talking to an old friend who neglected to tell you that he’s off his meds. The conversation starts out well and good, then it freefalls into such perverse bullshit and chaos that you wonder why in hell you decided to speak to the bastard in the first place.

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I’m having major computer malfunctions recently. I’ve set up a temporary solution but this machine won’t be able to handle my daily school/personal workload much less maintaing this site.

So updates will be intermittent yet again.

-groonk

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Those who hide in sheeps clothing may blend with the flock,
but their own actions will deem who is sheep and who is not.
–unkown

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Matthew at Impending Distractions did it.

The bastard.

The instructions:
List ten songs that you are currently digging… it doesn’t matter what genre they are from, whether they have words, or even if they’re no good, but they must be songs you’re really enjoying right now. Post these instructions, the artists, and the ten songs in your blog. Then tag five other people to see what they’re listening to.

White Stripes – Blue Orchid
White Stripes rule my entire earwig.

Dispatch – The General
Story masquerading as song. I dig it. Reminds me of The Refreshments in that way.

Ditty Bops – Wake up
Something new that’s quickly taking up headspace.

Poe – 5 1/2minute hallway
It makes me believe that I live in a House of Leaves.

Something Corporate – Woe
A song after my own heart.

MINmi – shiki no uta
Japanese hip-hop at its best. It plays at the end of Samurai Champloo. I have no clue what they’re saying but you can dance to it. I hear this tune and immediately do the < insert latest, coolest dance move here > in my driver’s seat. And besdies that, she’s fine as fuck.

The Lemonheads – Zero My Hero
Also makes me dance in my driver’s seat, but in a considerably less cool way. Least I’ll have basic math to back me up.

Black Eyed Peas – Pump It
I fucking LOVE all The Black Eyed Peas songs. This one gets to the head of the rotation cause it’s on my latest CD mix.

Boa -Duvet
The anime(Serial Experiments Lain) this song is from is trippy, even by my standards. The song itself haunts my very soul.

Cake – Wheels
Cake is always good. Always.

Bjork – Triumph of a Heart
A song composed entirely of Bjork’s vocals. No instruments involved. It makes me think of a day after a mad Guinness bender.

Morcheeba – Rome wasn’t Built in a Day
No. It wasn’t. If Morcheeba was playing during its construction, time would positively fly by.

Louis XIV – God Killed the Queen
…and nipped her on her bum. I still want more of Louis XIV’s stuff.

Johnny Cash – When the Man Comes Around
The Man in Black is dead. Long live the Man in Black

Jack Johnson – Sitting, Waiting, Wishing
I use to not like any of JJ’s tunes. Now I find them reassuring.

Modest Mouse – Ocean Breathes Salty
“You’ve wasted life why wouldn’t you waste death?”

Rufus Wainwright– Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk
I don’t smoke but chocolate milk is tasty. If only I could remember more than the chorus to this cut.

Presidents of the United States of America – Dune Buggy
“Spider woman in the back seat saying, “Go, go, GO!””
PUSA is one of the most underrated alternative bands of the 90s.

Tokyo Ska Paradise Orchestra – LupinIII ’78
Can’t lose with some TSPO. I’ve almost got Lupin’s monologue from the beginning memorized.

Tsuneo Imahori – Fool’s Paradise
In the series Trigun, it played during the ads for the next episode while Vash would read some poignant, sometimes lame, poetry in the background. The guitar riff is cool..

The Pillows – I Think I can
Fucking all The Pillows stuff rocks. Many American bands could take lessons. This song in particular has dominated my headspace lately.

Outkast – Roses
This song gives me reason to face the day.

DJ Shadow – What Does Your Soul Look Like
Dark. Cold. About the size of a desiccated peach. Still bigger than Martha Stewart’s.

Jim Carroll Band – People Who Died
I thank the Eggradio people for introducing me to the JCB. I want this song played at my funeral. None of that boo hooing and wearing black nonsense. Just drinking and laughing and recreational drugs.

SpiderBait – Black Betty
This song rocks my hell damn ass off.

That’s more than 10 songs. You’ll deal.

I’ll tag people who have nominal to no web prescence. Just to be troublesome.

7d
Ponzu
MedicMike
Dunc!
KeithFord

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