The Squiggly Line

The things I do, the things I do, Good God Almighty, the things I do.

How is it exactly that I have survived as long as I have?

Probably has something to do with whiskey and Eastern European women. But it's not yet three in the afternoon and that makes it a bit too early for either one of those things.

So instead I write...

Qualis Pater Talis Filius?
Someone pointed out to me this morning that when they tell my father I'm on the phone he scowls, when they tell him my brother is on the phone his face lights up. I've known that all along, and I know why of course. Just nice to know that other people notice. It's kind of like when Derek Jeter gets booed at Fenway, it's because he's doing something right. I long ago realized that no matter what I do my father isn't going to like me very much. And it just seems like the more I do what is right in general the less he likes me. Some people would be proud to have a kid like me. Not him. So keep scowling you old fuck. Just means I'm doing something right.

Quis Custodiet Ipso Custodes
I have had a total goober erection for the past six months or so waiting for the Watchmen movie to come out. I really don't expect it to be very good, and I certainly don't expect it to elicit the same emotional and critical response that the comic did. But I was really hoping the initial reviews would be a bit better then they are. It's not looking good. Most of the reviews have been polite but middling. Some of them have been downright bad. I'm yet to see one glowing review yet though. I'm yet to see one critic say, "This is exactly what it was supposed to be." Another nail in the coffin? Whitney Matheson didn't pan it, but she certainly didn't pass it either. Her bottom line? She liked it more than critics told her she would. Sheesh. And even though she said she wasn't a die hard Watchmen fan to start with I tend to be swayed by insanely cute slightly nerdy entertainment bloggers and I was really hoping she'd at least give it a slightly better review. I mean come on she's one of the few non-comic related bloggers who consistently and entertainingly put Snyder on blast for changing the ending of the film whereas lots of film bloggers had no idea how the comic ended in the first place. Giant exploding squid my ass.

Quae Nocent, Saepe Docent
We may call it different things, but it all hurts the same. And I don't reckon that will change no matter how we dress it up. The last few days have certainly done a number on my visions for a new reality. Part of me wonders if this isn't me changing, but me accepting that things aren't going to change no matter how hard I try. To that part of me I say, with all due respect, "Fuck off." Something ended not too long ago, something else began. That's how it works. Coming to grips with the idea that I can have anything I want, I just can't have everything I want may take awhile. But it's also sort of necessary. There was this phase in my life where I just thought I would never get anything that I really wanted. I'd watch other people get the exact job they wanted, the exact girl they wanted, the exact life they wanted sometimes. They were hitting the mark while I was missing wide to the left. But I know, they're not getting everything they want. But they are getting some of it. Good for them. So can I. I know me. I know the things I can do. I know the sway I can hold when I try hard enough. I can get anything I want. I just can't get it all. That's not really a bad thing. So I've got to start actually wanting some things, then I've got to sort out how to get at least a few of them. There's too much pain going around in general lately. Clouding up the sensors. Need to work on that a little. Can't save the world, doesn't mean we shouldn't try.


Quad Nesciunt Eos Non Interficiet
Ah...me. So last weekend I spent three straight nights in a bar. I believe Friday, Saturday, and Sunday I was in Wizards right up until Jerry threw us out. Haven't had a sip of alcohol since then. I keep thinking I might be an alcoholic, but that I might just not be very good at it. Tonight I plan on stopping by the sophomore youth group meeting (how's that for an f'ing segue?) and hanging out there for a little bit. After that who knows? Maybe out for a drink on my own. Just to take the edge off. You know what else I hear is good for taking the edge off? Rotary sanders. Not funny? I'll try again. You know what else I hear is good for taking the edge off? Heroin. Still not funny? One more try. You know what else I hear is good for taking the edge off? Killing small animals. Still not laughing? Well fuck off then. So yeah, I'll probably strike out on my own for a bit tonight. Friday is Michelle's 80's themed birthday party. I'll be going, but not dressing up. Because...well, you know why. Saturday is right now an open night. So I'll either hang out with the guys or try to get myself into some amusing and troublesome situation which will give me something semi-interesting to talk about here in place of this schlock. Sunday afternoon we take a crack at Watchmen in IMAX and Sunday night we have our Antioch follow up meeting.

And then after that...well who knows. We see what happens next I suppose.

And by the way, I went to public school. So I don't speak any Latin at all. I'm pretty sure that last subtitle said something about a dining room table and that totally wasn't what I was going for...but fuck it. You probably don't speak Latin either. Hell, you probably don't exist. So I'm not really going to worry about it.

Travel well.