Well, it's 10:12am and I've been at work for an hour and accomplished nothing. I feel this trend will likely continue until at least 4:59pm when I may muster the day's effort in clicking "Shut Down" on my Start menu. You're really only supposed to log off but I like to shut 'er down on the Friday because I somehow thinks this counteracts the 23 story building leaving all its lights on for the duration of the weekend.
Magic Powers: Now the only way left to save the Earth
Whoa. That got political. Anyway, let's move on to the real topic. I know you're thinking that someone who spends most of his employed hours modifying Google-searched images in MS Paint is extremely cool. I am here to disprove this myth.
I AM NOT COOL.
I'm not going to chock this one up to failure. That would imply that I am failing at being myself, which would be ridiculous. I kick demon ass at being myself. That self, however, is not cool.
As previously stated, I've been volunteering for the NXNE music festival and am reminded daily of how not cool I am. First of all, I've been driving a 12-seater van to transport bands to and from the airport/gigs. No one cool has ever driven a 12-seater van. The bands thus far have taken two approaches to being driven by me. The first involves all of them sitting in the back and not talking to me, as though I am their paid chauffeur rather than a volunteer who just finishedMS Paint-ing working for 8 hours at their real job. On one such trip, a single person out of the seven I was driving wearily stretched out his hand as way of introduction. I in turn flailed about and eye-hand-coordination failed. I think maybe two of our fingers interlocked. I am not cool.
I felt cool for about a moment when I got to go up to back stage security and say, "Yo, I'm here for the band," and he nodded me through, but then the manager says, "You're here for the band? Awesome. They're just gonna finish up and then do an encore. Do you want to wait back here?"
Oh god, I am so cool.
"No, I mean behind the backstage area in that stairwell. Great, thanks."
Aaaaaaaaan we're back.
Another super twatty American manager, when I dropped her off, even omitted an "Uch, could you at least open the door?!"
Bitch, it's a 1983 Ford E350 and you're not Miss Daisy. Back. The. Fuck. Down.
The second approach to the Warning:-Not-Cool pheromones I must omit is that the band will just be a bunch of jackasses. In this case, one of them will at least ride up front with me but will ask inspired questions like, "Dude...dude...how much would you charge to drive us to Dildo Bay?"
"Um, where's that? I just moved here not too long a-"
"Dude, Dildo Bay, Newfoundland. How about Intercourse, Pennsylvania?"
"Uh, I dunno. I'm just a volunteer and I have to work in the morning."
God, lamest response ever. What is wrong with me? I'm not cool, that's what. Then they'll pretend to accidentally blow each other (it's this new thing among comics where they pretend to start coughing and this merges into them pretending to be choking on one of their friends' dicks. It's totally straight. And funny.*), telling mock-racist-but-kinda-just-racist jokes and talking about how amazing their set was.
Um, you're in a Queens of the Stone Age side project - things aren't going all that great for you. Art rock, this ain't.
I am not cool but at least I'm not a delusional asswipe either.
Douchey Bassist: Hey, so, what's the hardest to guys have ever sucked each other off while you were driving them?
Illustrious D: ...
DB: I bet they were from AFI. That guy's hit on me so many times, fuck. So is that gay if I let him?
ID: (trying to be cool) Depends on how much you enjoyed it.
Drummer Who May Be Getting Head From A Groupie: Nah, man, it's only gay if you kiss afterwards.
*It's only one of these things.
P.S. - I left my very first comment on a blog that I love, but failed to omit a key word so it just read, "Clearly, really does hate fags." The writer commented back, "Um, was the word God supposed to be in there somewhere?" and then my internet soul curled up into a ball and died. 
Magic Powers: Now the only way left to save the Earth Whoa. That got political. Anyway, let's move on to the real topic. I know you're thinking that someone who spends most of his employed hours modifying Google-searched images in MS Paint is extremely cool. I am here to disprove this myth.
I AM NOT COOL.
I'm not going to chock this one up to failure. That would imply that I am failing at being myself, which would be ridiculous. I kick demon ass at being myself. That self, however, is not cool.
As previously stated, I've been volunteering for the NXNE music festival and am reminded daily of how not cool I am. First of all, I've been driving a 12-seater van to transport bands to and from the airport/gigs. No one cool has ever driven a 12-seater van. The bands thus far have taken two approaches to being driven by me. The first involves all of them sitting in the back and not talking to me, as though I am their paid chauffeur rather than a volunteer who just finished
I felt cool for about a moment when I got to go up to back stage security and say, "Yo, I'm here for the band," and he nodded me through, but then the manager says, "You're here for the band? Awesome. They're just gonna finish up and then do an encore. Do you want to wait back here?"
Oh god, I am so cool.
"No, I mean behind the backstage area in that stairwell. Great, thanks."
Aaaaaaaaan we're back.
Another super twatty American manager, when I dropped her off, even omitted an "Uch, could you at least open the door?!"
Bitch, it's a 1983 Ford E350 and you're not Miss Daisy. Back. The. Fuck. Down.
The second approach to the Warning:-Not-Cool pheromones I must omit is that the band will just be a bunch of jackasses. In this case, one of them will at least ride up front with me but will ask inspired questions like, "Dude...dude...how much would you charge to drive us to Dildo Bay?"
"Um, where's that? I just moved here not too long a-"
"Dude, Dildo Bay, Newfoundland. How about Intercourse, Pennsylvania?"
"Uh, I dunno. I'm just a volunteer and I have to work in the morning."
God, lamest response ever. What is wrong with me? I'm not cool, that's what. Then they'll pretend to accidentally blow each other (it's this new thing among comics where they pretend to start coughing and this merges into them pretending to be choking on one of their friends' dicks. It's totally straight. And funny.*), telling mock-racist-but-kinda-just-racist jokes and talking about how amazing their set was.
Um, you're in a Queens of the Stone Age side project - things aren't going all that great for you. Art rock, this ain't.
I am not cool but at least I'm not a delusional asswipe either.
Douchey Bassist: Hey, so, what's the hardest to guys have ever sucked each other off while you were driving them?
Illustrious D: ...
DB: I bet they were from AFI. That guy's hit on me so many times, fuck. So is that gay if I let him?
ID: (trying to be cool) Depends on how much you enjoyed it.
Drummer Who May Be Getting Head From A Groupie: Nah, man, it's only gay if you kiss afterwards.
*It's only one of these things.
P.S. - I left my very first comment on a blog that I love, but failed to omit a key word so it just read, "Clearly, really does hate fags." The writer commented back, "Um, was the word God supposed to be in there somewhere?" and then my internet soul curled up into a ball and died.
2 comments:
i believe you mean to say,
"failed and omit"
or probably just
"omit"
right?
<3
@DC
I jus-...why can'-... *sigh*
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