Even in darkness

Being a part of the ipod generation has completely transformed the way I listen to music. I only download those songs that I instantly like and I'm constantly skipping through songs like I have ADD. Of course you could always do this with cd's but something about having a particular album in my stereo allowed me to become familiar with an entire album and sooner or later, the songs that I had initially skipped over would start to grow on me. Often times those songs become more likable than the smash hit that motivated me to buy the album in the first place. In light of this realization, I'm going to start making a conscious effort to download entire albums so that I don't miss out on those diamonds in the rough that could very well end up being life long favourites. This whole thing got me thinking of how there are very few albums that I listen to from start to finish without feeling the urge to fast forward or skip through a single beat. One in particular is Dungeon Family's 'Even in Darkness'. I even listen to those intros which basically involve statements like, "Yo shawty, wassaup?" "Yo nigga I wanna fuck yo rims" and, "Y'all wanna fuck my rims?" Start to finish, I LOVE this album despite the fact that I have no idea what it means to wanna fuck someone's rims...

The bastard son of a hundred maniacs

For as long as I can remember my fiance Ryan has been obsessed with Freddy Kreuger. On top of owning the movies, we have the soundtrack on vinyl, several Freddy figurines and although Ryan says it's unrelated, one of our dogs is named Freddy! Tonight is the night that Ryan has been waiting for all year. At midnight we are going to catch the new Freddy movie. Jackie Earle Haley has some large shoes to fill, as he takes on Robert Englund's role as the bastard son of a hundred maniacs. I was introduced to Freddy fairly late as the first one I watched was actually the sixth installment, Freddy's Dead: The Final Nightmare. Although die-hard Freddy fans often to refer to this as yet another shitty sequel where Freddy loses his edge, I would have to disagree. I was too young to remember all of the details but I will never forget how this movie gave me an unnatural fear of Q-tips. One of the characters named Carlos had a Q-tip stabbed through one ear and out the other, forcing out his hearing aid. He needed the hearing aid as a result of the abuse he suffered at the hand of his mother who by the way, rivals Freddy for the title of the most evil and sick fuck ever. I'll always remember little Carlo's pleading, "No, no, Mama, please. I've been a good boy....Please don't make me deaf, Mama." Freddy proceeds to slice off Carlos' ear and in true Kreuger fashion says, "Oh, Carlos, lend me your ear." I had my mom cut up every single Q-tip in the house to make sure that Freddy wouldn't be able to do that to me. I have a feeling I won't be getting a good night's sleep tonight...or all week for that matter.

WTF

CSI eat your heart out, this is how it's done!

Hello Quarter Life Crisis

Lately all of my friends are experiencing the 'quarter life crisis' that I didn't really understand until last week. Getting rejected from grad school may have had a little something to do with my new found understanding. You see, last year my fiance went through one of these. Even then I hadn't even heard about the quarter life crisis. I simply thought he had gone temporarily insane when he decided that he hated living in our apartment, taking care of our two dogs and cat and went to live on his friends scummy couch for a week. At the time he described feeling confused and suspicious about how his life seemed a little too complete. For a guy who had it all (domestically speaking) at such a young age, he was starting to freak out. After some much needed soul searching, he finally got his shit together and figured out that it was okay to feel confused but that at the end of the day, he was happy. Compared to some of my other friends, he handled himself pretty well. Everyone else's crises came in the form of extreme substance abuse, promiscuity and I would argue, mild forms of prostitution. For some, it's gone beyond experimentation and developed into a full fledged life style. It's almost as though figuring out what we're supposed to be doing with our lives is so difficult that they just choose to take a big stinky shit on life. I on the other hand have never felt this need to shit on my own life. I worked hard, played by the rules and did everything I thought I should be doing. After completing my BA with honours while simultaneously working full time, I thought I would go to grad school and one day become a professor. After the chair of the fucking philosophy department wrote me a stellar recommendation and after submitting what I thought was a killer application, I was wait listed and then rejected.

Pro: I now have time to focus on my upcoming wedding (10/10/10!) and plan a long and well deserved honeymoon.

Con: I am freaked the fuck out about my future. What the hell am I supposed to do now?!