Blue Steel says it all.
Thanksgivings have been great since I started staying home for them, instead of traveling. This year was no exception. The destrucity of a 27 lb. turkey, successful Black Friday shopping, and the near completion of my Nanowrimo for the fourth time, all while sleeping in gratuitous amounts. My kind of weekend.
Tradition is important to this jaded brogger. So without much fail, it’s kind of an institution down in Zombieland that we get a whole bunch of fireworks from South Carolina, and blow them up on the weekend of July 4th, since July 4th this year is on a fucking Monday. That being said, like for the last few years, we get a bunch of people down at our place, and shoot of fireworks with good food, drinks, snacks, and company, and it’s only a matter of time before it devolves into writing out goofy words with sparklers. But we were ready this time – there was a tripod for my camera.
Jen brought me back a real La Parka mask from Mexico, just in time for Cinco de Mayo. So honestly, with my mask, Dos Equis, and WCW U.S. title, all I’m really missing for perfect symmetry for Cinco de Mayo, is a steel folding chair.
As humorous as it is, and kind of comeuppance to Jen for all those years she got to boast about having today off, but as far as I know, just the state of Georgia has a state holiday today, and at least to me, it sucks. Confederate Memorial Day. What sucks isn’t the fact that it’s more or less a day celebrating the unification of a faction that thrived on slavery and unequal rights for human beings, no, I can accept that as a piece of American history. That’s fine. What sucks for me is the fact that because I’m a freelancer, and live by the hourly wages, this is a day in which I am not getting paid at all, because the state government agency I work for does not operate on this “holiday.”
Nothing represents America better than to have a day recognizing Moloch, the Prince of Hell, taker of children, he who demands endless human sacrifice, and the original and almighty entity behind all human evil. What, you don’t know what I’m talking about? MLK day?
“There’s the M, what’s left of it. And the L, and the K.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Deborah demanded.
“Moloch,” I said, feeling a small irrational chill just saying the word here in the bright sunshine. I tried to shake it off, but a feeling of uneasiness stayed behind. “Aramaic has no vowels. So MLK spells Moloch.”
“Or milk,” Deborah said.
“Really, Debs, if you think our killer would tattoo milk on his neck, you need a nap.”
Oh, the perils of misinterpretation. Considering Moloch is just a little bit older than Martin Luther King, Jr., it’s safe to conclude that he is the rightful owner of the clump of letters known as MLK. I’ve accepted who the true MLK is since reading Dexter in the Dark, and I’d implore that everyone, moving forward do the same as well. Until lazy linguists specifically clarify that the third Monday of every January is the recognized Martin Luther King, Jr. Day, anytime anyone boasts how they have MLK Day off, I have to assume they’re celebrating the Prince of Hell, Moloch’s Day.
Despite a tiny hangover to bring in 2011, I’m ecstatic to see the passing of year 2010, and have a little blind faith, hoping that this year will be better than the last.
So far, it’s started off pretty satisfactory, with a fun New Year’s Eve party at Stu and Allison’s, where I underwent the Four Loko experiment (conclusion: they taste like shit, but hammer you fast), and we all played arguably the greatest party game in the entire planet, Telestrations. I tracked down a new wheel for my car, and it’s on the way already, and I’ve just found a potential good deal for new tires and installation. My current work assignment is one that I’m familiar with and it does pay very well. So despite my week of rage and anxiety to end out the previous year, here’s to hoping that this one is much better.
I often think it is cliche the way people sum up entire years, this time of year, but then again, it’s so often done when things aren’t very good. I can be fortunate to say that I haven’t really had too many bad years as wholes, and the last one that genuinely comes to mind is back in like 2002. With all that in mind, in the pessimistic world we live in, I suppose it simply is easier to blabber about something when it’s more like a trainwreck than a sappy, warm, feel-good story.
In a nutshell, 2010 has sucked great big, gigantic, sweaty goat balls, overall. I’m ecstatic to see that it’s mercifully coming to a close, and I’m praying that 2011 treats me, and treats Jen a whole lot better than 2010 did, because I’m not sure if I’ll have enough black hairs left to turn white by the end of next year if this shit keeps up. With great trepidation, I clench my anoos, fearing that there’s still time for more discouraging, cringe-inducing bullshit to occur, and as evidenced by recent events, there’s no such thing as coasting to the finish.
But not to say that 2010 was 100% pure rubbish. There were a few good things that happened this year. And to start off this conclusive post on a positive note, let’s get the good shit out of the way so I can talk about all the shitty shit that happened that most people are more intrigued about anyway:
