Metapunks.

Today I found out that my Metaphysics teacher was the lead singer in a punk rock band in the early 90's named BlueKid. He described themselves as "stripped down, pounding punk". Their most popular song was titled "Mall Punk Love". He told us all he used to be cool.

I asked him, "Like Henry Rollins cool?".

He said he never thought Henry Rollins was cool, especially his recent career, which included a lot of spoken word and reality T.V. shows.

A kid who sits in front of me, who has his lip pierced said "Who is Henry Rollins?".

I exclaimed, "Are you serious?!" in front of the whole class.

Would you rather eat a panda or a koala? Equal portions.

Today I skipped school to go to Chicago, thus making me a bad role-model and official bad ass.


I decided next time I go to Chicago, I'm going to bring a burlap sack filled with 4$ in pennies to give to homeless people. The burlap sack will also have a huge $ printed in green on the side. I may or may not have a top hat on. I haven't decided yet.

Mira a el ocito

So, basically my typical day at work is just one huge internal struggle between two opposing sides of an essential question.

Do I hate kids?

Somedays, I will recognize, honor and cherish that special childlike innocence that radiates from something so small as a child's smile. Where laughter fills the room and my heart and I am, in a simple, yet complete sense, very happy.

Other days, I will literally want to projectile vomit at these snot-nosed (literally. That expression has whole new meaning to me) brats that stomp in the room and cry and whine until their unfit parents give them some cheerios.


I am still conducting serious research on the subject of kid hatred, so I remain inconclusive.

I'm rich, and I have chips.

A really spectacular, insightful, hilarious blog will shortly appear here*
Until that time, enjoy this wheatpasting.
I got particularly mad at Brett Favre the other night (AKA - JUDAS), and superimposed his head on Jeffery Dahmer's mugshot. Take that New York.



* Taking into consideration my tendency to procrastinate.
(An awesome story relating to this needs to be shared soon, by the way)