insomnia drove me to my blogroll to catch up on my once-daily reads which have fallen by the wayside of my life for a matter of months, ever since my big work/career shift, changes in brain chemistry, and the advent of the Great Blue Satan that is Facebook, which i predict will prove itself as the harbinger of the total dissolution of what was once a great culture that included such things as rock and roll music, science fiction, ban-lon, fusion cuisine, and bicycles.
there was a dude who came into work yesterday (i was actually working at the other job site, the neighborhood location whose regulars consist more of local eccentrics and people with no economic or moral incentive to work i.e. the independently wealthy completely unhindered by the need to consume conspicuously).
so this guy comes in, in one of those ill-advised “look! i have tons of money!” off the rack italian suits in a pastel color, a fake tan, and a $200 haircut designed to make him look younger than he is. and what he says is, “i’m so sick of hearing people complaining about the damned economy. we all know it’s bad. why can’t people just suck it up and get on with their lives?” my co-worker and i were gob-fucking-smacked.
after the guy left, my normally mild-mannered and bodhisattva-like associate snickered, “that guy is such a fucking dick. one time we were chatting about 80′s music and i made some offhand snide remark about duran duran, and he proceeded to go off on this huge tirade about how they were the best fucking rock and roll band in history.”
we shared a chuckle about this, and then i said, “he reminds me of a guy i saw staggering out of the bathroom furiously wiping his nose, eyes all glassy and bulging, at one of the last shows i did with my band before i quit in disgust.”
you’d think you wouldn’t see dinosaurs like this any more, particularly in this day and age and in a city in which the tattooed, nose-ringed millionaire is more commonplace (and more than a few of which i interacted with that same shift). these are more than likely the same sort of fellows that fell to the pavement like rain the last time we had a D-D-D-uhh, oh what the hell, that thing we’re supposedly not having right now, which we’re not allowed to say. VOLDEMORT!! DEPRESSION!! there, i said it.
Haha, good read! I have avoided Facebook and have vowed to never join. I eschew the trendy.
Now about that guy, what a jerk! But then most guys in Seattle, MOST, hold no appeal for me. Too many trying to be PC and falling flat. Too many snobs. Too many college types looking and acting the same…pretentious with their backpacks and iPods. That goes for the females, too.
I’m more comfortable with the common people, those who ride the bus with me. It’s always a melting-pot of races and languages. I made friends with a girl from East Africa yesterday. One doesn’t really make friends here, only with those from somewhere else.
The Seattle Freeze is real.
Ok, my rant is over. EOF.