So here I am pounding the Booze of the Week which happens to be Bushmills Irish Whiskey, which I recommend …. But that’s not really what I came here to say …
Random.
My music collection on my harddrive is in excess of 10GB. That comes out to almost a couple thousand songs. Now a lot of this music was accumulated via drunken Amazon visits and it tends to be fairly wide-ranging.
Random.
My point is this .. if you have a rather large music collection then you tend to forget an awful lot of the tunes in that collection. So … Grab a bottle, click Random, and enjoy. You’ll be either pleasantly surprised or horrified at the arrangement.
Random.
It may be uncomfortable to shift from Billy Joel to Beastie Boys or from Metallica to George Jones, but the moments where you hear a song you’ve always loved (cause you bought/downloaded it) but have forgotten about … is priceless.
Random. Try it.
Yeah, I get that I’m pulling hind tit here as this film came out in ‘03. I JUST SAW IT THOUGH SO FUCK OFF. Essentially the movie is a nice non-sexual soulmate connection in a completely alien environment.
Could be just a matter of best-match in an alien environment.
But the two main characters really had a connection for lots of reasons.
This is why I feel so utterly alone.
The pain in the ass of the Internet is the knowing that there is someone like you out there in the world. So we’re left with our loneliness in addition to knowing that there is a soul-mate out there.
50 years ago you would not be aware of a similar personality elsewhere on the planet.
Yes, I get that I went off the rails here. Lost In Translation … there’s never been a more perfect display of non-sexual “mates” for the given environment. You’ve got two people who are utterly alone and manage to find each other. They each have needs that the other fill without more than barely a hint of sex. Everything these days seems to revolve around sex but .. life doesn’t.
Point is, I guess, that companionship can be found …. no… that soul-mates are not necessarily those you’re married to … no … that age is irrelevant …… no …. that like-souls will find each other in an alien environment …. eh, maybe …
fuck.
I’ve not seen a movie in recent history that made me feel as alone as this film and it was stil worth watching.
As I sit here drinking yet another Maker’s Mark on the rocks it is 9am here. My drunkenness at such an early hour is not as untoward as it would seem as I work nights. I’d like to share my current hobby with you, fellow drunks. I have recently begun a quest to march, one liquor at a time, all the way across a liquor store. Each week I choose a new liquor from the shelf, drinking only that new booze for the week. This week, obviously, is Maker’s Mark. I’m not really drinking the entire liquor store. I generally stay away from both the very top shelf (too damned expensive) and the bottom shelf (I could probably distill better myself). I am embracing the Modern Drunkard lifestyle and loving every minute of it.
I’ve grown to truly dislike the current state of society. People suck. Not very eloquent but there it is. People suck. Sure, there are exceptions. There are occasions when a stranger helps you with your bags or holds a door for you or just makes friendly conversation while standing in line at the grocery store. But mostly, people suck.
I’ve begun to appreciate the lifestyle of the Drunk so much so that I see it in my head that way. I’m not drunk .. I’m Drunk. Now I’m not embarking on a Leaving Las Vegas or anything as I still have faith things can improve. Hell, beyond the hope that society improves is the increasing feeling that I just don’t give a shit what happens to society.
We, the Drunks, should embark on a quest to independently make society better. Not their society. Ours. Fuck the sober people. The new world should be about us. Those of the steady .15BAC. Go out of your way to be nice to a fellow Drunk today. Offer a complete stranger a drink. More booze. For the good of mankind.
And for the good of the Drunks.
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