Oh, is there any combination of words in the English language that strikes fear in the hearts of men more than the phrase 'family dinner'?
Since everyone has been out of town or otherwise engaged for about a month and a half, we haven't had any of the customary extended family feeds where we all hunker down over whatever is for supper and try not to tread on anyone's personal baggage or tear through anybody's thin skin. While the wife's family is accustomed to this type of event, I, being an only child and very out of touch with my extended family as a general rule, get a little wigged out by it, either wanting to just blurt out what no one else wants to say, or wanting to call people on their passive/aggressive bullshit. Neither of these hysteria-induced reactions are an option, so I do my best to muddle through, chew with my mouth closed, say please and thank-you, and generally be inoffensive.
Where I am offensive, however, is the web,where I can let the expletives fly, and call a spade a spade, or even a motherfucking shovel, if I so choose. I can also vent my various rages regarding shit like the workplace, family dinners, and of course, my beloved in-laws.
I made the mistake, during the cruise, when the mother-in-law wanted to know where the hell I got off to every night around 11:00, of telling her about the blogging activity. She's now blathered a bit about this to the in-laws, who are curious to read it....
You see where I'm going with this.This is why I don't tell you people anything
I bluffed and said I'd deleted it as it wasn't getting any traffic, which is only partially true. This shit's still here, but a few people are
reading it. I just don't need the wrong
people reading it.
I don't think they bought it, but I also don't believe them to be curious or industrious enough to actually try to run this thing down via the old interweb search options.
I was able to catch a matinee of The Descent
this afternoon, which was very, very cool, I enjoyed it a lot, check out that link for a review by sKincarver
, my brother in arms in the grand circle jerk we call Big Suck Loser
, everyone's favorite pop culture bukkake. I also took a few moments to YouTube it
and check out the original ending (Spoilers, kids!) deemed too much a of a downer for American audiences, which wasn't dramatically different from what we saw, so I'm not too sure why the change was even made.
After dinner, K and I sat down for the latest installment of one of her favorite horror franchises, Final Destination 3
, which was cool as shit, because I love to see teenagers die, and this series was paid off like gangbusters. A review to be forthcoming over at the BSL
site, today or tomorrow, time permitting.
Looked further into the Hank III
concert, which is to be later this month in Odessa, on the 24th of the month, which I'm planning on trying to attend, since I have no idea when or if I'll get to see any of the various bands I've been listening to, particularly in this area, so I feel obligated to check it out. I know he's played here a few times in the past, so I assume it's worth his time, but I suppose that could change at any time.
There's a new Hellbilly Nightmare
up for your listening enjoyment, featuring a lot of great stuff, including Hank III himself, The Saints
, and Creech Holler
, along with many others. Give it a listen, it's always an interesting mix of stuff, twangy country, metal and psychobilly for your downloadable pleasure.
Speaking of pleasure, and the listening involved, you will want to head over to sKincarver's main site
, and download his first ever podcast, his mixtape to the world, which will most assuredly date-rape your trembling earbulbs into submission with his rather eclectic and esoteric selections.
Listen or suffer the consequences...Actually, listen and
suffer the consequences.
Be seeing you.
Labels: Blogging, Family, Final Destination 3, Movies, Personal, The Descent