Dusche Ballen, Or Why Sharia Law Redeems Itself

 

So someone got themselves perished in the home i grew up in for the first 13 years of my life. It’s really quite tragic; didn’t even live there, only 19, just visiting his boo. The church next to us purchased our house when we put it up for sale, we thought with the intentions of expanding their parking lot. Instead they began renting it out. Maybe it’s time to reconsider those expansion plans, huh?

I was reading the news as usual because i’m a masochists who likes to be depressed, and i came across this story of 57 Saudi men arrested for flirting. At first i thought this was quite messed up — “The Commission for the Promotion of Virtue and the Prevention of Vice” sounding like something from a book i skimmed — but then i read the article again. This is what made my sympathies subside: They were arrested in front of a shopping mall, dancing to pop music bumpin’ from their car systems, wearing improper clothing, and of course mackin’ on some fine ladies.

Now it doesn’t matter where you live, what i just described here is what is internationally recognized as the lifestyle and behaviour of a douchebag. Did you put a sound system in your car not specifically for your enjoyment but for the perturbment of others within three square miles? You’re a douche. Are you listening to shitty music on that system? You’re a douche. Are you harassing women who probably don’t want anything to do with you? You’re a douche. Are you wearing a pink fucking polo shirt (I bet they f’ing were!)? You’re a douche.

That stuff doesn’t fly in the Midwest. It sure as shit isn’t going to fly in Mecca.

-niCk

Out of Shape and Form

 

I’m out of f’ing shape. I worked seven combined hours between yesterday and today and parts of me that shouldn’t hurt do hurt. I should probably start some sort of light workout regimen between now and May. That way when we become busy again I won’t have to go through a month of aches and pains because I’m an inactive lump of lumpiness right now.

Friday is nearly here which means: UPS Store, Yesterdog, Guitar Center, Rock Band, Beaners, Meijer, and IHOP, in that order. Guitar Center is always a slippery slope as I have a distinct addiction to guitars (Those are just the ones i own right NOW, not in the past). The onslaught has no end in sight either, as i am pawning one of those guitars off to a friend (That lovely black and chrome Stratocaster) and buying myself a new Hagstrom; perhaps exhibit A or perhaps exhibit B. What can i say? I love all things stringed and European. It only makes sense to combine those loves.

Well, that’s my first blog here. I think i like this layout so there should be more to come — stuff that might just be interesting, and not just me testing out hyperlinks and picture uploads.. Maybe. Or i’ll just keep linking stuff…

-niCk