The representative has the floor...
It's official, I'm killing the song lyric titles, but good. It wore out its welcome long before the first one ever made its appearance. So, we're done with that.
I would like to take an aside to address the members of the audience who are not from the USA, perhaps instead residing in countires known for their wine, their cheese, and their women with hairy armpits. I have a feeling that certain citizens of this unmentioned country are poking fun of me in their weblog, to which I say: knock it off. jerk. heh.
Now that that's done, we move on. In an earlier post I had mentioned the circles of hell. What I was talking about is this: Famed author Dante wrote a very long, very epic poem called "The Divine Comedy". The most famous section of this poem is the section known as "Dante's Inferno". In the Inferno, Dante passes through hell to reach heaven. As he passes through the netherworld, he discovers that depending on the sin, the punishment is more severe, and the inner circles are worse then the outer circles. So, kick a dog, you might hover in the outer circle, fornicate with a goat, you move further inward (sorry, damien). Now, using this model, my dad would often refer to different, erm, "difficulties" in life as a different circle. So first circle a minor inconvenience, the seventh circle being something horrific (country music for example). Using this I will now and in the future refer to my personal circles of hell. My first circle being asparagus, 3rd circle being Westbound traffic on the turnpike. etc, etc.
One side note, while I was recently looking over notes on the Inferno, one thing I noticed that people having their heads on backwards was a WORSE punishment then the people who had to STEW IN HUMAN EXCREMENT. Ok, this is just wrong. I mean, yeah my head on backwards would be a bummer, but I could still function, and man would I be able to clean my back. But chilling out in a jacuzzi full of shit? NO THANK YOU. I'm just not into that.
So there, that's out on the table now. I just got back from vacation, though I am using the word loosely considering my vacation was getting up at 5AM(!) to go fishing for two days. Still, we caught many many croakers and had a very relaxing time over all.
And now I wrap this up, I'm pretty tired (i.e. hung over) and am going to go sprawl out on the floor and be turd-like. music, books, lusts, etc. are all the same, so see a pervious post.



