Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Nothing's Gonna Stand in My Way

You may be asking "Where is Casey? Has he fallen off the wagon? Did he take too much valium and never wake up? Have homosexual NAZIs kidnapped him and forced him to reenact the childhood of Adolf Hitler in hopes of creating a new Color-Coordinated Fuhrer?"

No, no my little kiddies. No such nonsense has happened. Although, I'm now in the single digits: 9 days, I think. I'm just tryin' to get ta heaven, before they close the doors. And by heaven, I mean March 31st, and by doors, I mean my rabid impulse to consume THC. It's a metaphor actually, so you can't just cut and paste nouns onto other nouns and have it make sense. JESUS!

My status: I'm operating within normal parameters. Still pixelpushin', still not loving tha police! I've found that I have far more partial to Marijiwanna than alcohol. I'm not nearly as tempted by the endless stacks of beers that permanent inhabit our refridgerator as I am the 14 Js that live inside my desk drawer. I'm dealing though.

The joysticks were repaired on the local SF2 machine, however, the bigoted moron that runs the place does a half-assed job. It's still unplayable, and hence a huge disappointment. Despite the fact that I have the roms and an emulator to play SF2 at home, it can't match the exhilaration of fighting for the worth of your quarter. Perhaps it is just the dying dream of a child now grown. That game WAS made in 1991.
Alas, I will not be able to attempt a new jaunt at the Hi Score for several weeks now I fear.

Take it all in, you sycophants. You won't have my desperation to feed off of for long. Instead, I will be inviting you over to this den of denial to aid in my reintoxication. Coming soon.

4 Comments:

At 5:35 PM, Anonymous Sir Richard Cranium said...

The big day is coming, although i feel that by calling it the "big day" I am giving this whole situation more importance than really is there.

Yes, when this march of malintoxication first started we were all shocked. Not becuz a friend was turning his back on his beloved mistress but becuz it seemed so outta the blue. Why is he doing this? Has he gone mad? Is there some sort of self esteem issue at hand? Does he feel like he doesn't get in enough time masturbating to homosexual, necrophile ducks???

I am with you about the grass versus the oat soda...marijuana is definetly the lesser of two evils and I much rather prefer waking up to a foggy head then a splitting headache. I don't think i need to mention either that alcohol fuels violence. Ever hear of some stoned guy going apeshit on someone at a bar??? Yes yes, stoners can be assholes too, but they usually have no violent intentions....

Man i started this post so long ago but was distracted by the scent of woman...wondering if it even makes sense anymore. Well at least I can say i reached my goal in posting this...someone is still reading...

oh and for gods sake let me know if I sound like a pussy, i have girl on the brain...

 
At 5:38 PM, Anonymous sir richard in the dogs ass said...

hey, did you know that if select the "next blog" link you end up at the "mydogcare blog"????????

 
At 5:46 PM, Anonymous Sir Richard feels like an ass with a richard in the Ole Eye Socket said...

never mind that last comment...looks like it's completely random...

oh, and do a google search on salad fingers if you like pointless wierd animation....or just click my name, i swear it won't lead to pornographic materials

 
At 11:59 PM, Anonymous Johnny B. Cummingsweetly said...

Having known Casey for about three years, I can testify to the fact that the man does love his SF2. In fact, he one time accompanied me to my, not his, laundromat just so he could hustle my Intellivsion-ass at SF2CE, and he didn't even use one of the Boss characters. In fact, I think he schooled me with that heathen, Dhalsim. Sadly, that machine is no longer at that laundromat, thanks to Jim Carey filming a movie in it. They removed SF2CE and a quarter-change machine because it blocked the view in the establishing shot. Damn Hollywood, stickin' its nose in my ass when I don't ask it to!

 

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