Too Many Titles
REVENGE OF THE SON OF WAL-MART
So, there's been a Wal-Mart in Flora (ten miles from Fabulous Clay City, IL) for as long as I can remember. Now it's gone, and has been replaced by, cue the music, a SUPER Wal-Mart. That's right, Flora, a crummy little waystation in the middle of nowhere now has a massive Supercenter that stocks tons of crap that nobody really needs. This essentially means, that if you start in Olney, and travel to Salem, you will encounter THREE Super Wal-Marts. I'm not going to the big grand opening today, but I'm sure I'll end up there sooner or later. There's no escaping Wal-Mart.
ATTACK OF THE WORMS
So, Audrey's got worms. This really comes as no surprise, and despite all my previous rambling, I'm definately gonna have to go to Wal-Mart (in Olney mind you, I've gotta get my allergy shot tonight) to get some pet meds. I hope I don't have to feed her those humongous pills...
FREE WEEKEND MY ASS
So, this is the only weekend all month where I don't have any plans to be all running around all over the tri-state area and beyond. It probably should be a nice, quiet time where I hang out with the dog, putting the finishing touches on "Drifter's Rhapsody", and maybe get a start on some new stuff. Then I find out that Clerks 2 is opening this weekend. Crap. So much for my open schedule. Of course, I may just wait till next weekend, since I've gotta do some last minute stuff before Wizard World: Chicago. Speaking of which...
RADIO SILENCE FROM THE WIZARD
So, it's, like, three weeks or so until Wizard World Chicago, and I still haven't been contacted about my table. Yes, I know, if I'm concerned about it, I should e-mail them, and I pretty much have to next week. The bummer is, that Wizard World is my favorite show, and I always get real excited about it every year. But this year it seems like Convention organizers have been pretty lax when it comes to contacting people. The exception to the rule is SPACE's Bob Corby, who contacted me months in advance. You go Bob!
LAME ASS REUNION
So, my 10 Year Class Reunion was at a crummy bar in the aforementioned Flora, IL a few weeks back. Apparently, it was either a huge success or a huge failure, depending on your perspective. If my information is correct, with some exceptions, the only people who showed for the reunion were the same people who go to the crummy bar every weekend. As for me, I was in Chicago at a Ring of Honor show watching Austin Aeries and Kenta BURN THE HOUSE DOWN. Which led me to an interesting thought. All the "hip" kids from my class are now a pack of losers so lame that they can't even arrange a Class Reunion that isn't just another Saturday night. Meanwhile, all the Freaks, Geeks, and Weirdos are out there traveling across the country, working towards their dreams. I'd say the tables have turned. And just for the hell of it, just in case one of those Primates know how to work Google, it was the Clay City High School Clas of 96 Reunion.
So, there's been a Wal-Mart in Flora (ten miles from Fabulous Clay City, IL) for as long as I can remember. Now it's gone, and has been replaced by, cue the music, a SUPER Wal-Mart. That's right, Flora, a crummy little waystation in the middle of nowhere now has a massive Supercenter that stocks tons of crap that nobody really needs. This essentially means, that if you start in Olney, and travel to Salem, you will encounter THREE Super Wal-Marts. I'm not going to the big grand opening today, but I'm sure I'll end up there sooner or later. There's no escaping Wal-Mart.
ATTACK OF THE WORMS
So, Audrey's got worms. This really comes as no surprise, and despite all my previous rambling, I'm definately gonna have to go to Wal-Mart (in Olney mind you, I've gotta get my allergy shot tonight) to get some pet meds. I hope I don't have to feed her those humongous pills...
FREE WEEKEND MY ASS
So, this is the only weekend all month where I don't have any plans to be all running around all over the tri-state area and beyond. It probably should be a nice, quiet time where I hang out with the dog, putting the finishing touches on "Drifter's Rhapsody", and maybe get a start on some new stuff. Then I find out that Clerks 2 is opening this weekend. Crap. So much for my open schedule. Of course, I may just wait till next weekend, since I've gotta do some last minute stuff before Wizard World: Chicago. Speaking of which...
RADIO SILENCE FROM THE WIZARD
So, it's, like, three weeks or so until Wizard World Chicago, and I still haven't been contacted about my table. Yes, I know, if I'm concerned about it, I should e-mail them, and I pretty much have to next week. The bummer is, that Wizard World is my favorite show, and I always get real excited about it every year. But this year it seems like Convention organizers have been pretty lax when it comes to contacting people. The exception to the rule is SPACE's Bob Corby, who contacted me months in advance. You go Bob!
LAME ASS REUNION
So, my 10 Year Class Reunion was at a crummy bar in the aforementioned Flora, IL a few weeks back. Apparently, it was either a huge success or a huge failure, depending on your perspective. If my information is correct, with some exceptions, the only people who showed for the reunion were the same people who go to the crummy bar every weekend. As for me, I was in Chicago at a Ring of Honor show watching Austin Aeries and Kenta BURN THE HOUSE DOWN. Which led me to an interesting thought. All the "hip" kids from my class are now a pack of losers so lame that they can't even arrange a Class Reunion that isn't just another Saturday night. Meanwhile, all the Freaks, Geeks, and Weirdos are out there traveling across the country, working towards their dreams. I'd say the tables have turned. And just for the hell of it, just in case one of those Primates know how to work Google, it was the Clay City High School Clas of 96 Reunion.
3 Comments:
Hey man, remember, for $15, you can go to the Clay City 1930-2006 High School Reunion during the Fall Festival.
I'm sorry your puppy has worms. That can't be fun.
I found out Abby didn't even get invited to our reunion, so we may have to celebrate the 11th year anniversary next year ourselves, just to do it right. The 10 year BB's one was bad comedy, it seems.
"Too Many Titles"? Some of the greatest blogs I've ever known and read had titles spearating out their subjects.
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