Loading ...Today I was thinking about what music I wanted played at my funeral. Don’t ask me why I was thinking that, I just was. No, I’m not dwelling on death or goin’ all emo on yah (
), it was more a musical thought than a death one.
And let me say, Christian Slater has gone way downhill if he’s now making made-for-TV movies for the sci-fi channel.
Anyway, back to the topic at hand.
Please, do not let my mother dress me in pink, and do not let her play gospel music. Unless its the Louvin Brothers. They’re great.
I was thinking Bas could write the music for the funeral. Requiem for a Che. That way, I’d have something no one else has at their funeral. And I’d write the lyrics of course. Something suitably self-aggrandizing, about how wonderful I was in life, and how I’m now watching everyone from the great beyond, waiting for my chance to fuck with your heads.
I figger it’ll be a quiet week this week, what with R the P and Mojo gettin’ the parental visit, and A the Girl goin’ off to college. (Congratulations, A the Girl - I’m way proud of ya!)
And we’re having a family drama of sorts. Bas is right that KK has many mothers - she has a lot of people who love and care for her. Too bad her bitch of a bio-mom isn’t one of them.
And I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather today, but its nothing a bit of burdock root and dandelion won’t clear up. And water. And cranberry juice.
Speaking of cranberries, I’ve been doing some research on the Jersey Devil. Now sure, he may look a little funny, but he’s better than Georgia’s resident monster - the skunk ape, for fuck’s sake.
Watch out! He smells bad!
I also note that there is a Pine Barrens golf club.
Lets not go there.
Buy me a beer!
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Is the plural of requiem “requia” or “requiems?” Can’t be bothered to look it up.
Because my dad is here for A the Girl’s graduation, it is the first time in nearly 15 years I’ve been with him on father’s day. We usually have almost the entirety of the Confederacy and part of the Union between us. (Many Southern states still think of it that way). We grilled out, had a cake for A the Girl’s B-day and graduation (and Father’s day too). It was nice.
Thanks for the well wishes Bas!
Che, sorry you are going through baby-mama drama with KK’s mom. I know how that is with those years of baby-mama drama from A the Girl’s bio-breedtank. The only genetic relative A the Girl has, and the one that treats her the worst!
Thankfully we haven’t heard from her in 2 years and A the Girl is better for it. I hope KK has similar peace from her bio-mom.
Time to go play the card games we only ever play when my family is here!
And Che, it’s too bad your own father can’t be with you on Father’s day. I know what a wonderful influence he was on your life!
And yes, Christian Slater has gone down hill.
Let us all agree that the formerly lovely Christian Slater seems to be losing it: Common sense, career, his mojo, you name it. He’s still not bad to look at, but there’s a certain something about him that has become annoying now. He needs to revitalize.
Poor KK, and poor you guys for having to deal with her bio-incubator. There should be a fast-track court setup to deal with loser parents. You act like an ass, you lose your rights. The choices are yours. Just sayin’ we need to get rid of these deadbeat dads and moms. I know from personal experience (thankfully, not with my own).
I bet Bas could write a unique and clever requiem for you, though I certainly hope it’s many years from now before he does so!
Cranberry juice is A-OK stuff. I like it even when I’m not trying to dissuade bacteria from adhering to my genitourinary tracts. Tastes great, AND gets rid of bacteria! Go cranberries!
Yeah, the Jersey Devil is pretty cool. He wouldn’t have to be VERY cool to trump the Georgia skunk ape. Ewwww… double stinky… run away, it’s the giant stinky thing! Not scary, just gross.
We will not be visiting any golf clubs, Pine Barrens or not. DULL.
Hope you get to feeling better soon and out from under baby momma drama.
Well now, you see, I’ve gone my entire life, NOT procreating, so as to avoid baby-mama drama, baby-daddy drama…. (saggy tits).
And while I do not have saggy tits, I’m now involved with baby-mama drama.
My answer….. hex.
Well, from what I saw, ole christian has managed to keep fit. But yeah… annoying. I mean, his adolescent Jack Nicholson-esque charm is no longer charming. Probably because he’s no longer an adolescent. Who knows. I don’t think he’s done anything worthwhile since Heathers.
And yes, Georgia has about the stupidest fucking monster ever. I mean, has anyone ever considered that it might just be some big hairy guy who had a run-in with a skunk?
And don’t get me started on Father’s Day. It used to be a day to celebrate one’s own dad, and thats cool, because my dad was cool, and worth celebrating. But now it seems to be a day to buy gifts for anyone you know who IS a dad.
Excuse me? When the fuck did that happen?
KK even wanted to buy gifts for all the male cats in the house, just because they might be dads one day. (they won’t - they’re all fixed.) Holidays are just getting more and more consumerist. Thats why I like our holidays. They’re about togetherness, and friendship, and fun, and drunkenness. The real meaning of life.
Its ‘requiems’.
I think requia sounds better.
We just celebrate our own fathers. Mojo and I don’t even give father’s day cards to each other’s fathers. We figure that it is for your own father. A the Girl does, however, give cards to her grandfathers.
And being gay, I never thought I would EVER be involved in baby mama drama. I mean, I’ve always been gay. In utero, even. It’s not like I was straight for a while and had a baby. But you never know what will happen.
Soon A the Girl will be gone, and then it will be drunkenness!
And then we’ll have Che come visit and we’ll have a real holiday.
And of course soon Che’s B-day will be here. And she will be “of a certain age.” I love that expression. “Women of a certain age . . .” As if age is a dirty word.
He, he.. Welcome to midlife
Heroes get old and the next generation gets in gear.
Che, i’d love to make you a funeral song; but hurry with those lyrics though! You’ll outlive me, so..
I would have loved to have been there though. Let’s say in spirit.
Hey Che! You’re going to Richard and Mojo for holidays? That’s great!
Fathers’ day.. Mothers’ day. Not too big here. The Netherlands is small, so it’s easy to get to your parents anytime.
Glad to know there’s children like KK and A the Girl to make the future look bright…