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Before I dive into the business at hand I just have to give a shout to my most recent obsession, mc chris. I first learned about him through his work on various Adult Swim shows and then through the 2008 documentary Nerdcore Rising. He's a begrudging member of the "nerdcore hiphop" movement coined and popularized by MC Frontalot in 2000. Basically they do hiphop about "nerdy" things like Star Wars, role-playing games, computers, Harry Potter, etc. How could I not go in for that?! Write what you know, eh? I'm not exactly sure what draws me to mc chris specifically (and yes, that's not a typo, the correct writing of his name is all lowercase, no punctuation.) but his hooks find themselves in my brain most of the time and something about that voice just does it for me. I can understand why his stuff can be hard to get into for people though, Kelley CLAIMS she's not that into him but I've heard her hum "Emo Party" and complain that things are stuck in her head. Ha! Victory! If you don't feel like checking him out, and shame on you for that, his voice is kind of like Aziz Ansari but tinier, his lyrics are funny, equally self-deprecating and self-aggrandizing and smart. Clever wordplay with this dude, let me tell you. Musically it's all over the board within the confines of hiphop though there are an abundance of blips and beeps but not like that Skrillex bullshit that sounds like a dial-up modem. Besides, one of his best songs is about the oft-overlooked key Harry Potter character Neville Longbottom. !!!
And this new-ish record store in Dover that puts on shows is booking him in the near future. I'm very, very stoked to see this show if and when it happens. A dude rhyming with a laptop never seemed exciting until now.
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Wednesday, March 7th Twenty-Twelve
Kelley is still asleep (it's 830am on a Wednesday, let sleeping Bonesaws lie, damnit!) and I'm mentally trying to figure out what's going on today. I believe we're heading to her parents' house at some point to do laundry and probably have some sort of snacky snacks utilizing her father's newest acquisition: a shiny Wusthof chef's knife. Funny story: two days ago we (Kelley and I) were in Portsmouth running some errands and I mentioned I wanted to stop at the kitchen store to price cutting boards and cast iron pans/skillets. I'd cook everything in cast iron if I had my way, just about. As we make our way to the boards we turn to find her parents coming our way. Weeeee! They said they were just thinking about us or me because they were there to procure this knife and wanted to know my opinion on it. See, it's no secret that I'm a cooking nerd (I'm seriously considering "Cook Food" as my knuckle tattoos.) and apparently over the years I've inspired Kelley's father to cook better or something. I think it all started one Thanksgiving when we needed to make gravy and the classic Harrington gravy comes out of a mix. Ew. I posed the question "Hey, why not make a pan gravy?" So we whipped up a nice dark roux, reduced the pan drippings and voila, delicious gravy. One dinner he told me that I was kind of his inspiration since then and it warms my heart a bit. As much as I'd love to be self-deprecating here and act all super humble I know I'm a good cook. I've got talent, yo. People of varying palettes, backgrounds, and positions have told me as such. Plus, I can taste my own food. I know what I can do. However, given this, knowing that someone tasted something I did and was compelled to recreate it or retool their own cuisine is kind of cool. It's like back in Our Last Minus Fred days when kids would come up and say I helped inspire them to write songs or play in a band. Having any kind of affect on someone, especially in a positive way is a profound thing.
Alright alright, getting someone to season their food differently or mince onions finer is a stretch to call a profound thing and I'm probably way overstating things but I can't say I'm good at being subtle all the time.
Speaking of her father, we popped over to do laundry earlier and as sometimes happens he offered to take us out to lunch so we tried this sort of new place on 125 called Sunny's on the site of the old Gauthier's restaurant. Having not heard any reviews of this place I went in with no expectations and was pleasantly surprised with the quality of the food, the portions, and the prices. Kelley got a chicken finger plate (kind of her jam, really) and I was very surprised to see it came with a $6.99 price tag when the portion was easily something that any other restaurant would charge $10 or more fore. Plus I could tell they were made in house and not frozen from a bag. Very nice indeed. We all ate our prospective meals, enjoyed our tasty beverages and made our way back to the House of Harrington.
Where I promptly evacuated the entire contents of my stomach.
I'm not certain if it was what I ate or how much I ate that did it but really, either one can cause me to have a date with Monsieur Porcelain Paul. That's one really annoying thing about my disease and physical limitations: every meal is a gamble because I honestly don't know if something's going to set me off and not stay down. Fortunately I do at least know that if I eat a lot of anything that's usually a sure way to throwing up BUT the problem is on some days a certain amount of food is too much while others that same amount is just what I needed. It's frustrating to say the least. My system is just not equipped to deal with food a lot of the time. Hopefully at some point my body figures things out and comes back to normal but I'm honestly not sure if that day is really coming but then again, given what could have happened to me if I just have to deal with the occasional vomit party then I'm ok with that. Puking > dying.
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"Hey unfaithful, I will teach you to be stronger. Hey ungraceful, I will teach you to forgive one another."
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Angel posed an interesting question last night. He said "What makes someone a Christian?" A relatively simple question, one would venture. The way I see it, by definition a Christian is one who follows the teachings of one Jesus Christ of Nazareth. The Big JC. Baby J-Dogg. I think I said having a relationship with God or talking to God or something, but that doesn't make you a Christian, that just makes you a person of faith, which (at least where I sit) is far more important than being involved in a particular club. My main issue with religion or Christianity is that it has nothing to do with God. I believe in God. He and I have had our words. Religion is politics and faith is pure and I'm more interested in having a one-on-one with the Big Guy than saying I'm part of this group or that group. Let's face it, the world could use a bit more solidarity and ecumenical thinking these days.
The reason he asked me that question was because he was wondering what it would take to make them believe he was a Christian. It's funny, their hangup isn't that he might not believe in God but that he's not a member of their club. That's kind of a fucked up set of priorities, kids. Not "Ok, this guy's genuine, solid, empathetic, loving, caring, my daughter will never want for anything, and I won't have to worry about her safety or happiness. Ever." Nope, it's "What? He doesn't believe in the same invisible man in the sky in the same manner as we do? FUCK HIM." I can't be the only one that thinks this is utter batshit craziness. I can kind of see the awkwardness of a lifelong Torah-abiding Hasidic Jew falling in love with a Shi'ite Muslim but we're talking two genuinely good people finding each other amid all the craziness in this world who technically believe in the same invisible man (the God of Abraham God, not L. Ron Hubbard or The Flying Spaghetti Monster or David Koresh) but because he doesn't go to their church or carry scriptures around in his back pocket he's a bad person. Blacklisted. Not my daughter. No, they'd rather set her up with "good, wholesome Christian boys" who, and I'm not making this up, delight in sending lurid and very sexually explicit text messages to this lovely young lady detailing the many ways they would like to violate her body and innocence. Yup, right neighborly folk who's idea of a conversation starter is "I want to pound your naughty bits" or something like that, just nastier and more explicit. (I'd rather not write what was actually written but use your imaginations here.) I'm not saying that's the decorum of the young male followers of JC on a whole but it's been my experience that people who come from culturally and sexually repressive upbringings tend to spread their little wings pretty hardcore when given the chance. I wonder if our lady in question has ever showed her father what kind of dudes he's tried to set her up with because Angel is a motherloving SAINT compared to some of these scumfucks. Sure, he's had his share of...experiences but the dude's in love and just wants to protect what he considers his.
Case in point, I was having a conversation with Our Lady of Wholesome Special Goodness one night and while trying to think of something to start the conversation with I just said "So, when I met him (Angel) it took me about...thirty seconds to fall in love. You?" And she just looks at me, laughs and says "Oh yeah." or something to that effect. That doesn't mean I'm going to be engaging in some steamy dude on dude space docking here you pervs, I just mean you meet those people that you know you're supposed to know and it just hits you. There's different kinds of love, children. There's nothing disingenous with her, either. She knows he's the one and he knows the same. The ladies have that ability, uncannily.
Oh and as you may have noticed I've annoyingly avoided using her name here. Why is that when I namedrop everyone else in my life? For some reason I have the thought that if her father stumbles into my corner if the interwebs maybe just maybe he won't put two and two together. Fat chance. Besides, it's kind of fun to dodge just typing her name. I guess I do that sometimes with other people, though quite a few people know that Kelley is Bonesaw though I haven't gotten into the reason WHY she is Bonesaw. Or le Bonesaw. Or any other derivative of that name but it is directly related to the little trip we plan on taking in early June. That's right, the geeks are headed to nearly-Mecca: Philadelphia ComicCon. It's no San Diego but it'll have to do. Why now, you ask? So Kelley can meet and greet and hug and display her Army of Darkness tattoo to/for/with Mr. Bruce motherloving Campbell. If you do not know who The Bruce is then stop reading right now, go IMDB him and see what comes up. I'm looking forward to seeing Kelley freak out and stuff, as weird as that may sound. I'm slightly guessing I'll end up being her interpreter because she'll just have garbled words and phrases and "Uh...um...I loooove youuuu..." and such. It's going to be CUTE.
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Thursday, March 8th. Two-thousand and twelve.
One last thing before I go. I promise that I'll get back to the business at hand soon and make this about being sick again...or I won't I dunno. This is my corner of the internets people and I shall do with it as I please. I've had a good mind to do another recount of my crazy coma dreams so maybe that'll be next. Or how I thought I talked to God or saw cats all over the place or swore up and down I had the powers of Harry Potter. People like reading that stuff, right? Like it or not, it's happening.
Anyhow, to finish things up, it occurred to me yesterday on our way back home from Nottingham and LaundryTime that there's an interesting dichotomy going on in my music life and has since I really got into music. My three favorite bands are kind of in direct opposition with each other, at least philosophically. We've got Five Iron Frenzy (fairly evangelical Christian ska/pop/punk/etc.), Alkaline Trio (punk rock with lyrics referencing drinking, murder, death, heartbreak, Satan, Hell, anger, etc.) and Bad Religion (socio-politcal punk rock, LOTS of lyrics about how religion/God is a farce.) Chronologically my getting into these groups was BR, FIF then Alk3 and it never bothered me that even when I was a loyal, good-natured Christian young man I listened to A LOT of Bad Religion. It bothered the shit out of Liam, that's why he gave me my first BR records, Recipe For Hate and Stranger Than Fiction. Even as a kid I could seperate what I felt to be true with what these dudes that I revered were saying. Funny story: Leanor Inez Ortega, aka "Jeff the Girl", the saxophonist for Five Iron also counts Bad Religion as one of her favorites and that lady LOVES her some Jesus. "But P-Dizzle," you say, "isn't it weird for a super strong Christian lady to love a band that has albums-worth of songs taking apart her religion?" Nay, I say. In her own words, listening to them makes her faith stronger because it makes her think about why she believes what she does in the first place. Hear that people, it's ok to be into things that are opposed to your beliefs. As I stated in the last post, if your faith is that weak and shaky (and this is faith in anything) then you need to step back and reevaluate some things because clearly you're not as steadfast as you thought. That's like saying "My kids can't read Harry Potter books because they're EVIL." Fuck you. Although, and I'll have to dig up the link, one of my favorite websites ever is all about how this lady says that Harry Potter is all about Satanism and evil and teaching kids to hate Jesus. It's AMAZING. There are lots of websites out there that talk about this but one in particular is just breathtaking in its craziness.
I couldn't find the link I was looking for but settled on this. http://godhatesgoths.com/godhatesharrypotter.html
True, being a work of fiction you can glean what you will of these books but if you haven't read HP, I assure you there is no animal sodomizing, man-boy love, Satanic sacrifices/offerings, or any of the other crazy bits this lady purports to be true. Folks like this put the fun in fundamental.
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That's all for now. As I said/wrote/psychically implanted in your noggins I'll be doing some old-fashioned coma storytelling soon I think. Also, I'll have some new stories soon because I'll be getting my tubes pulled (!!!) and having minor surgery to deal with my never-closing leaking awful wound.
Until then, I'm going to enjoy the rest of this day and hope I don't have any issues today.
Toodles.
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