I Love the Following Things

1. Women – There is nothing more exciting in life than an attractive and interesting woman who likes me. I’m addicted. They come in a variety of colors and flavors.

2. Chipotle – I’m talking about the burrito chain, not the sauce. In fact, I don’t really like chipotle sauce, but the place that shares the name is amazing. I could live a long happy life if I could eat nothing but their burritos. I order mine like so: Barbacoa, rice, black beans, double hot, sour cream and cheese. Before Chipotle came along, the only place I ever had a burrito like this was in California and they were never quite this good. Men’s Health gives them a hard time for the size of their portions being so large. Well, fuck Men’s Health. They’re fucking stupid. This chain uses the best quality ingredients and their massive portions mean I can go many many hours before I need to eat a candy bar or some other horrible thing.

3. Lamb of God – This is probably my favorite band. They only seem to get better with time, although I wasn’t hugely familiar with them before Sacrament came out in 2006.

This is the first song I ever heard from them:

The my new favorite LoG song is Choke Sermon. There’s no video for it, but you can hear it on their myspace page. The chorus riff is fucking amazing. They’ve been criticized for making new songs that sound just like their old songs, but I think this song really got to me precisely because it reminds me of stuff I already like.

4. IceHouse – At about 18, I didn’t enjoy the taste of beer all that much, but “ice” beers went down pretty smooth. Now, I enjoy beer and Icehouse is the one cheap beer that I actually like. Sadly, the Walgreens I used to buy it from stopped carrying it.

5. Cab 281 – As a poor person who has to drink beer, I sometimes drive a taxi cab to supplement my regular income. I like driving around in former police car Crown Victorias, but they don’t always ride that well after 250,000 miles or so. Cab 281 shows 170,000, but it handles like a sports car. It’s the most impressive cab I ever drove and one of the most impressive cars I’ve ever driven, which probably isn’t saying all that much. I would happily drive this car every day.

6. The Internet – I like the internet in general, but I’m really talking about shit like this.

7. Gorjira – This is my other favorite band. They manage to tie grindcore to groove in a way that more than makes sense. Their songs get in my head like no other bands’. There are tons of metal bands out there these days, and almost nobody listens to any of them. Many are very good, but they’re mostly copies of each other. Gojira stands out. Very coherent. They manage to sound very original without being weird.

Click the video and read the comments to see how alone I’m not.

8. Carne Asada Fries – You can get these from Filiberto’s, Riva’s, and most other drive-thru burrito shops the Phoenix area, probably anywhere in the Southwestern US. It’s French fries, with a ton (ok, not a ton, but easily a pound) of Carne Asada, cheese, sour cream, guacamole, and as much red hot sauce as you care for. It makes a great lunch, but it’s absolutely mind-blowing as a drunken 4th meal. Please don’t tell the queers at Men’s Health about this.

9. Mad Men – This is the best show on TV, and you’re lame for not watching it.

10. Xbox 360’s controller – Far superior to the PS3 controller.

Fucking Italians

There’s some new reality show on MTV called “Jersey Shore”, where they follow around a bunch of young spoiled “guidos” and “guidettes” who like to party or something. I don’t know. I haven’t seen and probably never will. Anyway, the show is getting heat from Italian-American organizations for promoting the negative stereotypes of Italians. Hell, the show is probably creating all new stereotypes in the minds of viewers, but ya know… IT’S NOT FICTION! Nobody wrote this shit! these are actual douchebags and sluts who probably didn’t behave much differently before assholes with cameras started following them around. Is MTV supposed to cancel the show to prevent white America from learning more a small group of slightly less white* American brats?

The girl is part of the show and MTV used this clip in a Promo for the show. That’s what really got the crybabies all angry. But, once again, it happened for real. The guy was arrested, is facing charges, and was suspended from his job, as a NYC alternative school gym teacher. HA!

From this article in the New York Post:

It’s a low-rent version of “The Sopranos,” said André DiMino, president of the Italian-America service organization, UNICO.

” ‘The Sopranos’ are at one end of the spectrum, the Mafioso, and then this is the other — bimbos and buffoons. This is how we’re being portrayed,” he said yesterday.

“It’s worse than I could have ever imagined, the lowest form of stereotyping you can ever see.”

I thought these people were stupid when they were crying about The Sopranos, as the show was modeled after the actual existing Italian American crime families that operate on the East coast. How realistic it was is hard for me to know, but now they’re crying about a show that depicts reality, and I want them to die of cancer. The word “portrayal” implies some separation from reality, like a work of fiction. Don’t fall for this idiocy; realize that they’re trying to censor real life.

Some stereotypes are true.

Actually, most of them are.

Black people like fried chicken.

White people like mayonnaise.

Indians (from India) smell.

Irish people are drunks.

Indians (from America) are worse drunks.

Asians are smart.

Jews are thrifty.

Gypsies steal shit.

Russians are morose and age rapidly. They tend to drink, but I think this is more a byproduct of their dark mood than genetic predisposition to addiction like with the above mentioned drunks.

* – For some folks, “white” refers specifically to Anglos, and Italians are sometimes seen as a minority, especially by those oh-so-many Italian-American organizations.

see also: http://www.philly.com/philly/entertainment/78584622.html?cmpid=15585797

I need to write more

I keep starting blog entries without finishing them. I’ve become concerned about the quality of my writings, after re-reading some of the old ones. Years of arguing on short-attention-spanned internet forums has caused me to overemphasize brevity. Once upon a time, I would write wordy time-consuming thought-out responses only to find that few ever seemed to read them. The conversation would continue as if I’d said nothing. I learned to cut it down, but lately I’ve been overdoing it. I somehow expect other people to be already be on the same page with me in the middle of my thoughts.

Anyway, since I’ve noticed this, I’ve been much more concerned about quality. This concern combined with my laziness is keeping me from finishing anything.

Ask Me a Question

I’ve been scolded for not posting anything fresh here in a while. I need some inspiration. If you’re reading this, please ask me a question and I shall do my best to answer it, provided it’s not immensely personal or incredibly stupid. I know a lot of shit. I did this several years ago and the best question was, “Why can’t anarchy work?” I answered it without rejecting the premise. Maybe I’ll just answer that again.

F. Roger Devlin

There are 4 articles by F. Roger Devlin relating to changes in Western mating habits that are available online. If there are any more, I don’t know about them. He writes for the Occidental Quarterly, which is extremely politically incorrect. I haven’t read much of the work published there, but I’m sure that many of the authors are widely considered to be white supremacists or at least racial nationalists or something. I don’t much care, as these articles are not about race. Ignoring that, many are still likely to find this author extremely offensive. Devlin has nothing good to say about feminism. Not now, not in 1962, not ever. That and he says things like, “Marriage, like most useful things, was probably invented by men…”

The first is Sexual Utopia in Power (pdf), published in the Summer 2006 issue of the Occidental Quarterly. He talks describes how feminism came about and changed things with greater clarity and understanding than I’ve seen anywhere else.

The second is Rotating Polyandry – And It’s Enforcers (pdf), published in the Summer 2007 issue of the Occidental Quarterly. He reviews two books, one asking why women leave seemingly happy marriages, and one about the ruthlessness of the state in punishing men for marrying women that later leave them. Any male considering marriage needs to read this twice.

The third is called The Feminine Sexual Counter-Revolution and it’s Limitations (pdf), written for but not published in the Occidental Quarterly. Here he reviews a recent book by Wendy Shalit (author of A Return to Modesty).

The fourth is simply called Home Economics (html), and was published in several parts on a website called The Last Ditch. This is sort-of a repackaging of the same ideas. If you read none of the rest, read this.

Thinking of Giving Up

No, not me. I already gave up a long time ago. This guy, jerryv87:

Women think they are queens. They know nothing about domestic stuff. Every single woman – does not know how to cook, don’t give me the time of the day when I might use some emotional support, lap it up when they need it, feel entitled to live off my money when we go out. My last live in gf could not even figure out how to vacuum the carpets once in a while.

I can bang any chick any time I want. They dig me. Relationships look like a raw deal for men. Its like taking care of a kid who thinks she belongs on a pedestal and I am her effin slave.

My uncle got cleaned out by his wife in the divorce. She cheated on him with a guy at work. Took the house, car, and has primary custody of the kid. He now rents an apartment, and is still paying child support. He owned the house before he even met that bi***.

The whole thing is run for the women. We are just slaves for them.

I always wanted a girl like my mom. She ran a business, but she always cooked for us. My dad did all other chores. They just don’t make them like that anymore.

Maybe I should just be a rich bachelor than a sucker like my uncle.

This kid is 22 and that is how he started a thread on the OkCupid forums. He also posted a poll asking if the modern American woman is even worth it. I said ‘no’.

He’s getting a lot of heat, more than I would’ve expected. In fact, a handful of people are strongly urging him to kill himself.

An overweight 39 year-old woman said this:

…unless you’re a total, absolute moron (which is eminently possible, mind you — this is the internet), you’re already aware that there tons of healthy, well-adjusted women interested in being a true partner in a relationship, and what you really need to learn is how to attract those types of women.

It’s very likely that Jerry picks crappy girls to spend his time with, but I can hardly think of any women I’d describe as well-adjusted. Apparently, I’m a total, absolute moron. I think what she’s really saying is that there are tons of desperate older fat women who will put forth a lot more effort than the spoiled brats Jerry goes after.

Jerry responds to the heat by calling the males manginas, and I think the term applies.

A girl advises him to off himself and a guy jumps in to share this sentiment.

After that it gets boring. I don’t know why I’m sharing this, exactly. I think I’m going to go deep into the writings of F. Roger Devlin. The man is brilliant.

Fuck

Myspace alerted me to a new blog post today, but I discovered that I can’t read it because I’m no longer friends with the author.

Fuck. Third time in the last six months. I don’t blame her. I owe her this, if that’s what she wants, but I’m not fucking happy with that.

This is cheesy, but it popped into my head:

In other news, there’s going to be a Halloween party at my house tonight. Come on over if you know where I live. Costumes are mandatory.

Human Echolocation

Ben Underwood:

Ben died in January from cancer.

Lucas Murray:

Lucas was taught by Daniel Kish:

Pumpkins

Yesterday, at the behest of my son’s grandparents, I went to the Desert Botanical Garden at Papago Park in Phoenix. We went for the annual Great Pumpkin Festival. It wasn’t horrible, but I don’t really see the point. It’s all so very white. First, we went and saw the butterflies. You go in this cage sort of thing with assloads of Monarch butterflies. I don’t really see the excitement in that.

Then, we walked past bluegrass band number one at the gate to stand in line for the hay-ride to the pumpkin patch. The line was long and it was warm enough to break a sweat doing nothing in the middle of the day. Standing still and sweating is definitely one of my least favorite activities. In this line we were treated to the old-school country tunes spun by one DJ Dana. This girl had the old-fashioned two turntables, a DJ-mixer, and a box of what have got to be some very old records. She didn’t do any fancy DJ-stuff, no cross-fading, no scratching, no talking on the mic even. It seemed a bit odd, and I realized that no matter how much I hate modern country music, I really don’t like old country either.  Entertainment in this line was also provided by a girl in a creepy cactus costume. The boy was not impressed. He seemed a bit scared, and I didn’t blame him. Immobility is a feature every cactus ought to have.

When we were done waiting in line, it was time to get on a wagon with hay on it pulled by a tractor. There was one wagon pulled by horses, but we missed out and that one, which is just fine as the boy, like his father, finds machines more interesting than biological entities. The tractor took us to the pumpkin patch, which is really just a piece of ground with tons of pumpkins on it. They didn’t actually grow there. The entrance to the pumpkin patch is a piss-poor hay maze. I suppose it could cause traffic problems if it were an actual maze with long dead-ends, but it seems kind of pointless to even set up if it’s not even challenging for little kids. Then came the pumpkins. Tons of them. Each child of 12 and under gets a free one. There were lots of very small ones and quite a few holy-shit-I-don’t-want-to-carry-that-to-my-car large ones. I seriously considered attempting to juggle three of the smallest I could find, but I chickened out. I can actually juggle, but these tiny pumpkins were still quite a bit larger than anything I’d ever attempted before. Failure seemed likely. The boy found a medium-sized healthy-looking pumpkin rather quickly. I deemed it less than perfect, set it down, and began searching for a better one, only to discover that he had actually picked the best one there. I picked it back up. There were tables set up for decorating pumpkins, but we skipped that. This pumpkin was to be carved. To get back to where we had to go to get to the parking lot where we were parked, we had to wait in line again. This time, entertainment was provided by bluegrass band number two, which seemed more traditional than bluegrass band number one.

On the ride back, we were pulled by a very well maintained bright red Farmall tractor. My grandpa would’ve liked it. Nobody probably cares, but it had a shockingly low idle, and whether this was a feature of the driver or the tractor, the ride was much smoother than the modern John Deere we rode out to the pumpkins. Before leaving with me to gut and carve pumpkins, the boy tried his hand at pumpkin bowling and was award sweet (as in candy) prizes for failing to knock over pins.

The whole experience is just so weird. The place was just full of white people with their sun-hats, and their sunscreen, and their strollers, and their damn t-shirts tucked into their shorts. It really made me think of stuffwhitepeoplelike.com. It’s the kind of scene that makes me feel very out-of-place. I don’t hate white people or anything. In fact, I have piles and piles of white friends. They come to my house. They use my bathroom. I mean, I’m white and all, but I’m not that white. This stuff just makes me feel like a confused alien visitor who cannot make sense of the local customs.

I rate the whole experience neutral. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t good either.

Horse the Band

Horse the Band is awesome. I just saw them for a whole $12. I Wrestled A Bear Once was there too, and they’re pretty good. If you ever see Horse, expect to get injured if you climb on stage.

Someday, I’ll go back to posting about stuff that isn’t music.