WARNING: RANT ON STEALING, BOOTY CALLS, AND FAT PEOPLE
EDITOR’S NOTE: It has been brought to my attention that the soon-to-be mentioned site has been taken down only hours after I posted the following. Ah well, you still might find it amusing…I guess it should also be stated that I’m over it. I’m telling you, buying me stuff will get you… EVERYWHERE! No really, it’s cool. Don’t harass Neil anymore… I’d feel bad if you kept hounding him the whole entire time this post remains up… which will be a while.
Holy shit, I’m laughing kinda hard (am I laughing, or am I crying?)… You know, they say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery- but that’s just a load of bullshit, isn’t it? It’s like telling fat people they aren’t fat just so they don’t get all depressed and eat more food and get fatter, right? Either that or you’re all scared that they’ll look at you with such anger as the LUNGE AT YOUR JUGULAR and eat you whole… because they’re fat, and like fat people eat food and stuff… and they’re also cannibals…duh. So it’s kind of comforting that Nick Valensi is so skinny… because that means he’s not a cannibal… because eating people is bad. Unless it’s in a motion picture film or network television series, and then that’s just entertainment, isn’t it?
Where was my point?
No, but really… I got a link from Mista Chris Conroy via Mista Simon Pearson in which someone else’s website kinda maybe sorta looks kinda maybe a lot like mine (thanks boys, for being my webeyes). Maybe. You know… and it kinda maybe sorta has the same text in some of the sections and kinda maybe sorta the same layout and artwork… not that I’m saying that someone stole it or anything. Nooooo…
But what strikes me as being the funniest thing about this whole situation is I can’t figure out any reason why another (sensible) human being would even entertain the idea of actually presenting some of the interests that I like to think of being… well, mine… I mean mine and like 40,000 billion other people around the world… but like you know, I mean what are the odds that there’s another someone out there who has such similar interests as me in the same exact areas that they’d actually want people to tell people about? What is the advantage of telling people you have a weakness for Kylie Minogue if you’re not a 15 year-old-girl or a gay man? I mean who really goes around and links to Jamie Oliver’s website? What’s the point? Other than the fact that you’re a complete dorkus like yours truly. I mean, c’mon, bro! Where has all the self-respect gone?
Why would you transplant my words and treat it like an Ad Lib game? Why why WHY would anyone want to reproduce the kinds of inane blather I half-drunkenly spew out at all times of the night… and day (sometimes). I do worry about a person that does this.
I’d just like to take this opportunity to say that Kate finds it funny that I find this.. well… funny. But Kate also has a new site called Thrown Askew, which is derived from a Death Cab for Cutie song… but every time I think of it, I can’t help but be reminded of this girl named Ari, who knows my friend Dev from the ol’ Theater Geek days. Ari has a site titled Life Askew. So apparently I know a lot of people who are all frazzled and messed up. Alright!
Ok so yes, yes… where was I? Ah yes. Stealing. Stealing, we have learned over the years thanks to clinical research and just grabbing a lot of shit and running, is BAD. STEALING IS BAD. Why is stealing bad? Not because it’s morally wrong, but because YOU ALWAYS GET CAUGHT. And let me tell you, getting caught is a fucking bitch and a half. It really sucks. I mean what’s the fun in taking stuff that you don’t really want or need in the first place when all it does is bring you pain, suffering, and a new prison cellmate? I think we can all safely say that joyous it is not.
So why do people take stuff that isn’t theirs and pretend like it’s their own? Well… I don’t really know. You always want what isn’t yours? The grass is greener on the other side? You’re a klepto? Who can figure it out?! But hey man, if college taught me one thing it was STEALING STUFF ROCKS- IF YOU DON’T GET BUSTED. Well maybe two things- free stuff rocks too… and so does extortion. But anyway…
Yeah, so like it’s alright to take stuff that isn’t yours, as long as no one is gonna miss it or report it being taken or something like that. I mean let’s just say there’s a wicked ass huge Starsailor poster sittin’ in Virgin Megastore and like you know, the signing event is over or whatever and like no one is gonna miss that stupid thing anyway- so why not just take it? Well… first off, the poster is so big, it’s kind of obvious when you lift it off of the easel. And you’d also look pretty lame running down 4th Avenue with that giantor piece of foamboard. So what do you do? You go ahead and ask one of the Virgin dudes to see if they’ll let you take it in a civilized manner. And you know what? People will totally just let you take their stuff if you just ask. They’ll even let you get it signed by the band and then you can watch as everyone makes fun of Barry Westhead ’cause he’s got this freggin’ lazy eye in the picture and.. oh wait… I mean this is all hypothetical of course..
So what am I trying to say in this highly convoluted way? I guess it is- hey man, it’s cool or whatever that you think I’m cool enough to emulate my interests and layout and html and artwork (I do have to say I really enjoy the replacement of the Astor Cube with what I would assume to be “local” sites in the “contact” section… but bro- if you’ve never BEEN to New York, you’re totally not allowed to keep places like the Bowery Ballroom and the Mercury Lounge on your list of favorite places). I mean that’s cool, you know? Sorta. But what doesn’t sit so well with me is the fact that I haven’t gotten 1) money or 2) sexual favors for any of this. That is what really sucks. Not the lifting of my identity, not the deception- no, that’s not what concerns me… Because all I care about is money and sex. Oh yeah and “the music.” It’s because I’m shallow like that. But c’mon- cut a girl some slack and PAY UP AND PUT OUT, YOU WHORE!
When was the last time anyone ever turned down an international booty call?
Peace.
Oh, Brad’s gone all cryptic on us.
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Remember how I just said I’d never heard of anyone turning down an international booty call? WELL IT’S GONNA HAPPEN RIGHT NOW! This, motherfucker, is UNACCEPTABLE! I know this means nothing to a lot of you, but to a few of you this means “oh holy fucking shit, man!” That’s right. Holy fucking shit.
I know some people have already expressed some feelings to the uh.. “creator” of the site… via email. I apologize in advance for any death threats anyone might receive.
Dear lord, Neil (or anyone else, for that matter), you should buy me something to make the pain go away. I also accept check, Visa, Mastercard, airplane and concert tickets as appropriate displays of shame. Flowers too. And anything bling bling. Maybe in this case it better be BLINGITY BLING BLING. You’ve emailed me before, you can do it again- this time apologizing profusely. You might also consider getting another layout because I can only be fucked with ONE AND ONE TIME ONLY. This, my friend, is not a small mistake. This was a highly involved and quite elaborate one. And you didn’t even have the balls to link me.
Don’t make me embarass you again.
There was a moment or two where I considered just ignoring all of this… but then I realized that sometimes it’s not as much fun to take the high road. Inspired by the trailer for the new J.Lo movie, I screamed, “ENOUGH!” Then I sang along to “Love Don’t Cost A Thing” and then I got around to writing this.
I’m not evil by nature. I’m only evil by necessity.