In Sexy! on January 28, 2010 by jdlomax Tagged: adam ant, gay
adam ant had to be gay or at least biseckshooawl
I’m not gay, but I think a lot of gay guys used to wish I was. I don’t think they wish that anymore because I’m older and fatter. I had nice skin and kind of girlie lips when I was younger, and I looked young. So gay guys liked me. And mongoloid chicks. They dug me too. I never understood it. But I would be somewhere, an ice cream parlor, a place of worship, and suddenly I’d sense someone staring at me, and whadda ya know, eight times out of ten it was some down syndrome chick just drooling over my hotness. I’m actually not kidding about this. I’m playing it up for a laugh, but it was true. I was not good at picking up women in the standard IQ range. If you were under 90 IQ, I was your guy. And that was without saying a word. Even my animal magnetism went about things the hard way.
In Uncategorized on January 26, 2010 by jdlomax Tagged: musicality, thetreeshakers
- four young dudes
Power pop, my ass, these guys can bring it, Spinal Tap style. Come to Chicago and see TheTreeShakers ! More than worth it. No Robert Goulet. No Bobby Goldsboro. But still WORTH IT.
In Why Can't People Be More Like Me? on January 19, 2010 by jdlomax Tagged: cell phone, michael douglass
Gecko. Now that guy got down to business. Of course, he was an amoral jackass, but that's beside the point.
I don’t have any fucking idea what you’re talking about. I can’t hear you over my own loud voice talking loudly in a bar, trying to hear myself and the person I’m talking to on my phone over the other bar patrons and their loud conversations on their cell phones. You know what the world needs? A bar and/or restaurant just for people that want to talk on their fucking cell phones all day and not be bothered with face-to-face contact. You know the shit I’m talking about. Guys that think they’re players and chicks that think they’re divas and young pieces of shit that have no real life and can’t handle silence because they might be forced to think or something. Feeling a little bitter today about cell phone assholes. I don’t even like talking on the fucking phone. Right to business, I say. Just the factual, jacktual.
In My Asshole on January 8, 2010 by jdlomax Tagged: Barber
this ain't my barber
Ah, yes. A trip to the Town Barber.
“The usual,” I say to him.
He gets his tools. Ancient. Bigger than you’d expect. Hand made Iron Age shit. “Looks like we’re going to need the leeches,” he tells me, in a distracted, but matter-of-fact tone.
“Mmmmmm,” I affirm.
“You’ve got more than a colon problem this time. I’m going to need to heal up this giant ring of fire, this Fisher’s Hook, and there appears to be a rather run-down mobil home park taking up space on your gooch area. What you been using to wipe, sage brush?”
“Yes.”
He doesn’t laugh. “I have this extra asshole out back, on ice” he tells me, “that I took off a dead seventy year old guy a few years ago. You might be better off with that. His crack-skin was far more resilient than this can of strained peaches you’re using got right now. I’ll be right back. I’m gonna need my Ass Auger and my bigger Crack Trowels.” I’m going to have to tip him a little more than I do for the standard hair cut, I’m guessing.
In Religions Don't Like Me on January 7, 2010 by jdlomax Tagged: bathroom, Catholic
I haven’t tried the direct line to the Vatican yet, but….my contact solution has lasted for four and half years now. And I’m not frugal with it. I use a liberal amount to rinse my contacts, and I pretty much fill up the two reservoirs on my contact case. To tell you the truth, I’m frightened. Is this a sign of the apocalypse, or is it a minor miracle? I am definitely the type of guy who would get miracles in the form of unlimited household products. I wouldn’t get raised from the dead, I would just get the Never-Run-Out Head & Shoulders tube. I called Joseph Cardinal Bernadin, but it turns out he’s dead. I wish someone would have told me. So either way, if this is is a sign of evil or a sign of some heavenly descencion, I’m more than a little worried. I think I can handle the evil thing o.k., because I’ve always sort of expected some evil shit to go down in my crib. But I’m totally unprepared for any messiah-like visitation. And I’m not talking about clean towels (note to self: check if I’ve had to buy laundry detergent in the last 4 1/2 years), I’m talking about spiritually. You can count the amount of times I’ve prayed in the last twenty years on your penis. And that includes you girls. It’s either one time or zero times depending on your definition. So, for my sake, let’s hope this is just a practical joke or I have some psychological repression that makes me forget I’ve replaced toiletry items.
In My Asshole on January 6, 2010 by jdlomax Tagged: My Asshole
I’m not talking about some pain in the ass guy I work with, or someone freeloading at my house. I’m talking about my actual asshole. This one is shot. It doesn’t like food that isn’t oatmeal. It hurts. It is sore and itchy. I’m going to begin excavation on an alternate asshole very soon, as soon as I can get the permits.
This is not the asshole I'm talking about. Not at all.
In Why Am I Writing About Politics? on December 1, 2008 by jdlomax
Nope, I don’t think a president can make a huge difference in turning around the economy. We need environmental factors that bring us out of it. Pro-business, pro-consumer, all that shit. People don’t get it. Obama is going to have too much pressure. No one can live up those expectations. I voted for the guy, but I feel some sympathy for him. I don’t think anyone signed up for what he’s about to get. And i’m not talking about Fox News and Rush Limbaugh crap. I’m talking about an un-winnable war against a bad economy. We are about to undergo some change, and while we’re a very adaptable people, we may not be ready for what is coming next. The death of some big manufacturing and financial services companies, the death of some American industries. A push for new energy sources. We are looking at some disruption. Hold on to your walnuts, boys.
In Things I've Read on May 19, 2008 by jdlomax Tagged: book of illusions, meta fiction, Paul Auster
3/6/2008 – and this morning i finished paul auster’s book of illusions. it’s an interesting story, and i understand that it explores the meaning of creativity and art and ’story.’ but you’ve got to wonder. why is it so well-received? i think the whole thing happened in the crazy head of author. it’s a wheel inside a wheel. which i hadn’t thought about until now. there’s a story inside a story inside a story. it’s kind of clever that way. the protagonist, david, is fucking nuts. alma never came to his house. he never went to new mexico. that’s the joke. there’s got to be a hint of this somewhere in the text. a woman with a gun comes to his house? it doesn’t make sense. there was no alma. there was no frieda. nothing that happened after makes any sense, it’s too incredible. he wrote a book about a guy who made movies. that’s the only ‘truth’ in the novel. auster is exploring the limits of what we will believe within what an author creates within a story ‘reality.’ it’s a trick in a sense. horace mann existed, but he didn’t go to spokane or sandusky or new mexico. he did something else. and we don’t know what. and neither does david. and neither does paul auster. i like it more now, writing this thing than i did when i was reading it.
In Things I've Read on May 5, 2008 by jdlomax Tagged: crime fiction, elmore leonard, tishomingo blues
Everyone tells me to read Elmore Leonard. I never had. Good escapist crime fiction, is what everyone says. I read Tishomingo Blues, and it was o.k. It’s not intended to be literature, so I guess I have to judge it differently from other stories. It’s described as a masterpiece, as a great crime fiction novel, but I’m not sure why.
I’m guessing it’s more fun than most crime fiction, but since I really haven’t read much I really don’t have a benchmark. Leonard isn’t one of those procedural crime nerd writers, not by a long shot. He keeps the story moving and is very good at spare writing and keeping the story going. He’s good at quickly giving you a feel for a character and what motivates them. He creates broadstrokes of characters that make them just believable enough to give the reader what he needs to know where the character fits.
Tishomingo Blues isn’t a masterpiece in my eyes, but it was fun like a 1970’s funky noir movie. I don’t even know if that concept exists, but it’s the only tool I have to describe it. He’s a good writer, and he probably can crank one or two of these out a year and entertain the hell out of the faithful. I’m not convinced he’s a genius. But there’s one thing he might do better than almost anyone else: Make you laugh but keep the suspense hanging. And I thought I was really smart and thought I’d mapped out the plot outcome about half way through. I was right about the path taken by protagonist diver character (except for the last minute love interest Leonard threw in). In this story, Leonard made it easy for you to know who The Good Bad Guys are, and The Bad Bad Guys are. I was ready for the The Good Bad Guys to somehow win, but I wasn’t sure how that would happen. I knew that it would climax at this weird Civil War re-enactment evnet that he kept building up (GUNS! STUPID SOUTHERN CRIMINALS!! LIQUOR!!!). And I must admit, it was an entertaining ending, and a little surprising. But the Good Bad Guys didn’t really take any hard hits, except for the un-sophisticated old school mob neanderthal guy that Leonard made you dislike from the get-go. I guess in Elmore Leonard’s world, drug dealers that dress well from the north are better than in-bred drug dealers from the south.
Anyway, if you still think Pulp Fiction is a great movie, then you would probably like Tishomingo Blues. Leonard probably doesn’t deserve that, but he probably also doesn’t deserve to be called a genius either.
