The Baby-Eating Nun Punchers

I was flipping through the channels the other day, looking for something to watch. Along my way, I stumbled upon a show on ESPN2. The World Series of Darts (WSOD). I couldn't believe my eyes. Not only is there a World Series of Darts, but they actually televise it. I didn't realize ESPN was that stupid.

Now, don't get me wrong. I'm all about stupid television. I mean, I watch all those poker tournaments, and my favorite network is the Gameshow Network (GSN). And when I'm watching a poker tournament on GSN... well... yeah, it's awesome. But, at least when I'm watching poker, I can learn something about strategy, and get better insights to the game.

There's isn't much to darts. Here's the game in a nutshell:

You start with 501 points, and the goal is to be the first player to get to 0.
Throw darts at the board.
Subtract points from your score by landing the darts in certain areas of the board.
You have to hit 0 exactly; you can't be at 24 and get 30 to win.
Your last dart (the one that gets you to 0) has to land in a double score zone to win.

The stupid part is, the most points don't come from hitting a bullseye. What the hell is that all about? A bullseye is the whole point of darts! Stupid.





But aside from how the game is played, having a televised darts tournament is dumb. You can't learn how to play the game better. All you have to know is how to throw and subtract. And you don't even need to know how to subtract if you have a calculator.


Rest in Peace.

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Every Saturday night, in Downtown Ventura, a group of people gather. These people are all recovering cocaine addicts. They assemble in The Oddfellows Temple for their weekly meetings.

My friend's parents own a bakery that's in the same building, so when I'm there to hang out, I see the meeting-goers a lot. In fact, I know a lot of their names, and have had many a conversation with them. A few of them are real nice people. I enjoy talking to them. But still, there's something that bothers me about them.

The other night, at the most recent meeting, I saw a woman wearing a shirt that read, "I'm a Miracle!" Apparently, it was from a place called The Miracle House, which, to my understanding, is some kind of rehabilitaion or therapy center for addicts. When I read that shirt, the first thing I thought was, "You're not a miracle. You're a fuck up. If you're so great, how the hell did you get addicted to cocaine?"

Now, I understand that kicking a bad drug addiction is fucking hard. And I respect that these people are doing their best to turn their lives around. Most of them have children, and there's nothing I hate more than when idiots don't take care of their kids right. So, yes, I'm glad they're fixing their lives. But let's be honest here. Getting off drugs is no miracle.

I know it's hard, and I know it takes a lot of strength, courage and willpower. But if someone is in that position, they obviously were lacking other character qualities when they started using. Now they're clean. They can hold a job. They can pay the rent. They can feed their families. Awesome. I acknowledge they're struggle. But that's all they're worth. Acknowledgement. They don't get my respect until they cure cancer. Sure, they're better than they were before, but I've always been better than them. What's that make me? Jesus?

It's not fair that these people are put on pedestals because they actually became productive members of society. What about everyone else, the people who never did drugs in the first place?

Doctors and psychologists will say, "once an addict, always an addict" when it suits they're agenda. But as soon as someone looks at a former user the wrong way, or they don't get a job because of their past, all of a sudden it's discrimination, and callousness. Well, lemme tell you something. That "once an addict, always an addict" goes both ways. I don't trust 'em. If they're the kind of person that will let a little bag of powder run their life to the ground so bad that they need to steal in order to survive, they're not the kind of person I want in my home, or my place of business.

Lance Armstrong is a miracle. Doctors who cure diseases are miracles. Teachers who motivate and push their students to do their best, and lead them down the path to bigger and better opportunities are miracles. Recovering drug addicts aren't miracles. They're just losers who finally got some motivation to stop being a drain on society.


Rest in Peace.

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And here's why:

He's not funny. I've watched him on TV plenty of times, and I can't remember any of his jokes, nor can I remember any time where I actually enjoyed what he was saying. Not to mention I hate it when he's talking, because all he does is yell. Fuck man, you're supposed to be making me laugh, not wet my pants!

One of these days, he's gonna have a heart attack. That'd probably be the funniest thing he's ever done.

And he's always all sweaty, and he's fat, and his jowls get all jiggly like a bulldog. I could never eat with him in the same room. Ugh... he's fucking gross.


Rest in Peace.

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On Tuesday, June 6, 2006 (that's 6/6/06), A Fire Inside released their new full-length, Decemberunderground.

I've been an AFI fan since my friend Geno played me the All Hallows EP back in high school sometime. I really dug the song "Total Immortal." Then I met my very good friend Lorenzo a few years ago. AFI is his very favorite band, so when they released Sing The Sorrow (the album previous to this new one), he made me get it. It's actually a fucking phenomenal album. So, then I had to see them, and have now been to 4 total concerts/festivals, and have bought merch and stuff.

So, as you can tell, I've been anticipating this album for a while. When the single, "Miss Murder," came out, I was freakin' stoked. It's a great song, and it also meant that the album was coming out soon!

A few weeks back, I was able to see them at a secret show only for Despair Faction members (that's their fan club, and Lorenzo is a part of it). They played a couple new songs, as well as all the old hits, so it got me even more excited for the new album.

So, the album came out. On first listen, I was confused as hell. It wasn't at all what I expected. It took me a couple more listens (like, 6) to figure it all out, and now I have a real opinion.

I love this record. Go buy it. It's different, but as long as you understand what they're doing, and how they're growing, you'll like it too.


Rest in incredible Peace.

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I don't have much to say. And anything I do have to say isn't new.

You want an update so bad, fucking give me ideas.

Also, bug the other assholes who are part of this.

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