Recent Hits, Bill Hicks, A Day With The Girl
05.29.06 (9:57 pm) [edit]"The world is like a ride at an amusement park. And when you choose to go on it, you think it's real because that's how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it's very brightly coloured and it's very loud and it's fun, for a while. Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question: Is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, 'Hey – don't worry, don't be afraid ever, because this is just a ride ...' And we ... kill those people. Ha ha, 'Shut him up. We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real.' It's just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. But it doesn't matter, because – it's just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It's only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one. Here's what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money we spend on weapons and defenses each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would pay for many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace. - Bill Hicks
Somebody hit my blog doing a Google search for:
cornholing in the back seat
I'm extremely proud right now.
Given other hits I've seen, somebody has been linking to my blog from theirs. So, hi! How ya doin' out there?
Katie and I went to the Taste Of Cincinnati today. Lots of local restaraunts with booths set up to overcharge you for their food. I spent 10 bucks over the minimal food budget I'd allocated for the entire day within one hour. But I had two kinds of gumbo (neither better than MINE, which fuckin' rocks, I tell you) a Thai spring roll, and some deep-fried pickles. (Yes, I have more than a little redneck in me.)
Katie had a slice of pizza. We shared a frozen lemonade, and I somehow managed to survive without buying an overpriced beer. I also saw BOTTLED WATER for $3.25. I don't know what yuppie cocksucker came up with this bottled water shit, but I'd like to buy stock in that idiocy, because I'd rather DRINK MY OWN GUINNESS AND PORK FRITTER-LACED PISS than spend that much fucking money on a bottle of water that some fucker in Pittsburg has been pouring from his bathtub tap for the goddamn Dasani company. FUCK bottled water in its crystal clear asshole.
I've given up on writing down the amazing things Katie says each time I visit her. I can't keep up with them. I think I'm not giving her enough credit- she quite clearly has proven herself far smarter than I've ever began to give ANY five-year old credit for.
She dropped a couple hints about our situation today, about me not living with her anymore. But there was little trace of sadness. She seems resigned to it, and she seems to have decided to accept things. She's happy I'm coming back to be closer to her. That appears to be good enough for her now.
I hate that she already has to compromise her desires at age five, but that's reality. She's coping better than I am already.
Three weeks. I can't fucking wait. I had a long talk with the singer and his wife on the way to yesterday's gig, and I feel better about the band now. They know where me and M are coming from. We're never going to do better in northern Indiana than we are now. M has training that is far beyond what he's doing right now. And me...I just need to be closer to Katie. They understand. It sucks for all of us. I've known these guys for 14 fucking years now. But there is no choice. M has to finally get the fuck of of Shitsburg, Indiana and do what he wants to do, and I have to...whatever the fuck I'm doing now. I barely even know myself. I just know it's closer to my daughter. That's all I NEED to know. Everything else will either fall into place, or not. Fuck it, anyway. I feel lucky right now. I explained to them how I've managed to fall farther and farther behind on my bills in the past year, and they know that I need to go back to Cincy as much for money reasons as anything else. But really, I'm fucking lucky. The amount of money I owe isn't SHIT compared to most people my age with multiple children and mortgages. A year ago, my cash flow was a source of Eternal Torture And Damnation to me. Right now, it barely means a fucking thing. All I want is to get into my own place within a month or so after moving my shit down to Bill's. Nothing else means a goddamn thing right now.
The glorious side benefit of going downtown to eat overpriced food outdoors today was getting to witness the scores of EDIBLE YOUNG LADIES that were seemingly EVERY-FUCK-WHERE.
I nearly broke my neck turning my head to follow one particularly MUNCHABLE young blonde when a familiar voice was heard at waist level.
"She's really pretty, isn't she, daddy?"
Fucking hell.
"Yes, honey,. She is. But you know what? I'm with the prettiest girl in town."
And that, my friends, is no bullshit.
Love,
Dougie
posted by: someonewatching (reply)
post date: 05.29.06 (6:43 pm)
I read your blog from time to time. I must say that I am repulsed. I don't know how anyone who has a kid could talk about and think as horribly as you do about women.I for one pray her mom wises up and puts you out of her life. She dosen't need to be brought up by a man who is obsessed with his dick and porn. You need help.
posted by: mickbordet (reply)
post date: 05.30.06 (12:06 am)
someonewatching: She's going to be a hell of a lot more balanced being brought up by someone who knows what his obsession is and how to deal, than by some Jeezo jerk who is obsessed with pretending that sex doesn't exist whilst all the time plooking the local scout troup. If you don't like - don't read, but a hell of a lot more guys in the World could afford to spend a quarter of the time and effort that Doug does on Katie.
Doug: A plea from a Gumbo virgin - let's see that recipe!!!
posted by: bacardibreezer (reply)
post date: 05.30.06 (4:40 am)
Wow...that last part was a far cry from what you normally say ;) but I liked it
posted by: verucassalty (reply)
post date: 05.30.06 (1:21 pm)
i think you kick ass.
posted by: eraserhead667 (reply)
post date: 05.30.06 (3:34 pm)
reply to someonewatching:
You know, I had a much longer reply to this, but you aren't worth my time. If you can read my last several posts and come away with nothing but how "horribly" I think about women, you are an idiot and quite a selective one at that. I've got news for you - EVERY man has these thoughts. And so do women, but they couch it in cute language and act all "tee hee" about it, and pretend it makes them "better." It doesn't. More full of shit maybe, but not "better." I'd like to personally invite you to go the fuck away and not read my blog again, you stupid cunt.
posted by: eraserhead667 (reply)
post date: 05.30.06 (3:36 pm)
reply to mickbordet:
Thanks, man.
I'll write out my semi-recipe (I never follow anything exactly) soemtimes soon.
posted by: eraserhead667 (reply)
post date: 05.30.06 (3:37 pm)
reply to bacardibreezer:
Thanks. :)
I tbought about you last night when I was jerking off, by the way. LOL
posted by: eraserhead667 (reply)
post date: 05.30.06 (3:38 pm)
reply to verucassalty:
Why thank you! :)
posted by: Stone (reply)
post date: 05.30.06 (4:01 pm)
Doug, every time you use that filthy language, Jesus comes in Martha Stewart's hair...
posted by: eraserhead667 (reply)
post date: 05.31.06 (12:25 am)
reply to Stone:
Ahhhh, fuck that cunt.