The following is a rant and only a rant. If this were a real opinion, you would be instructed to burn down the establishment and become a god-hatin' communist.
Be forewarned that if you take the following seriously, well...
Before this gets out of hand, let me go on the record as saying the company I work for is a great company manned by great people. I'm very fond of most of the people I work with directly and indirectly. There are also those whom are good folks but maybe don't know what to think of me, so they choose to keep their distance. It's a common thing we all do and there's nothing inherently wrong with that in my opinion. However, I use this blog to vent the egocentric side that just won't release it's grasp, and that's where things smear into the gray area. If you know me, you also know that I'm a good-hearted, good-natured person. If you don't know me, but read this blog to be entertained, good for you. If you don't know me and actually think you can learn about me by reading only this combined with the rumor mill. You're the perfect target. Good luck with that.
Now, onto the outline...
I will have something to say soon, and it will not be pretty, unless you toss flowers at the screen while you are reading. Then it will be somewhat flowery, real-time movement, petal-like with anger and fecal matter.
Anyway, the folks at whom it's directed are delusional where it matters the most, so more than likely they'll just chuckle and masturbate in their cubicles and feed real-time shit to the people who chew their turds for them...if they read this, which they probably won't because they'll be too busy shining the ass cheeks of some godforsaken crab-crotch higher up the ladder, but I don't care because I'm calling them out anyway, and more than likely, they've fallen into that demographic of sucking the big corporate bratwurst to keep their paychecks and feelings of self-worth chugging along. Have you ever been told: "It's not personal, it's just business"?
...Okay, Tony Soprano. You believe that. Just go right ahead...nice shit-eating grin, by the way. Nice knowin' ya. God, could you have used a more rediculous overwrought cultural shit-speak analogy? You said you were better than that. Well, apparently you're not. Who am I talking about? No names here, folks. You know the game.
Just like you like it, Current State Of Affairs.
All I know is that some of the higher ups have moved up to the cosmic shit-list in a major way right along with me, you naive motherfuckers.
Did I say that? I'm sorry, that was a little harsh. Enjoy your paychecks, though.
As an aside, here's a link from Paul Sanders, the former guitarist of Hammerhead: a local midwest, misshapen, beauty of a band. If you don't know of them, you should. He hooked up with the drummer and bass player of the band I moved to Mpls with after we got into a fistfight while driving along the highway and dis-banded in 1998. They disbanded and he moved to Austin. I never saw them live, but I did see The Cows opening up for The Jesus Lizard at First Avenue and it was second only to seeing Iggy Pop. Whatever. Shut up, Andy.
Looks like he's disappeared again, but his blog is interesting enough..
Update. He's still around.
By the way, I've been informed that some folks I work with and actually enjoy being around read this blog are wanting me to update it, so...this is for you. Sorry it's been so long.
Peacock, and Pee-air, that's you, sirs.
Peace
2 comments:
was that band fly republic?
surely you know that Paul has returned and is playing again.
Yes, I know he's returned. I think we exchanged two emails. Maybe I'll get out to see him sometime. Never saw Fly Republic. As far as I know, yes the name was Fly Republic, but honestly I didn't want anything to do with it at the time. And stop calling me shirly.
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