I Saw RODNEY CARRINGTON

This weekend, my parents and I went to Cape Girardeau to see Rodney Carrington. For those uninformed, he’s a comedian/singer whose primary demographic consists of rednecks (I know I often point out my disdain for anything related to the redneck lifestyle, but I am a guy who enjoys all comedy); he’s toured all over, been in some music videos, had his own sitcom for a short time, and co-wrote and starred in “Beer for my Horses” with Toby Keith. We originally bought the tickets in April (around my birthday), but the show got moved to late October (six months, what the hell).
When we took our seats, there was a screen that was playing clips of Rodney’s best performances. Here’s an example that will make anyone smile:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=quSoadS5Znc&feature=related

When the show started, it opened with this guy Craig Peters; this guy was hilarious, and I especially enjoyed him talking about Missouri drivers( he said “I had one driver that was so angry, he threw a kitten at me”. He put on a good thirty minutes.
When Rodney took the stage, he immediately got the audience hooked. He runs on stage with this “skatin’ music” playing, and he’s like “You like that African music? You voted for four years of that shit.” Clearly he knows his audience. He ranted on subjects like sex, church, family, and the time he went to Toby Keith’s “house”. Overall, it was a good time.

I’m Going Crazy

Once again, I really have nothing to type about, so I’m just going to vent. At this time in my life, I really have nothing going for me; all there is for me to do is school and work. The only possible activities available for my current area of residence are typical redneck stuff, which as mentioned in a previous blog, is not my cup of tea (I don’t like tobacco juice in my tea). As I wait until I can transfer to a university, I keep thinking that if I don’t find anything to do, then the next two years of my life will continue to be as monotonous as the present. I feel like I’m going to go crazy if I can’t find anything enjoyable. So here’s my question: What exactly is there to do on campus? Are there any clubs for example? Any answers would be appreciated.

Also, here’s a little heads up on what I might blog about next:

-This Saturday, my parent’s and I are going to see Rodney Carrington, so that’s possible subject matter.

-If I can talk a friend into joining me, I’m going to watch The Human Centipede (If you haven’t heard of it, it’s infamously disturbing). I’m going to see how much of it I can take, and maybe even record my response.

Hollywood Stop, Just Stop

I have nothing to write about, so I’ll just rant.

As movies come and go, some turn out to be shining examples of cinematic glory, while others are crap. A lot of these movies are based on comics , cartoons, books, games, etc.; these types of movies usually turn out to be crap, usually because they don’t stay loyal to the original material, or the original material just wasn’t meant for the big screen. A while back I saw a trailer for the new Yogi Bear movie, and in the spirit of bad bear puns, I have to say that the movie looks un-BEAR-able; It’s too bad since the voice acting looked promising (Dan Aykroyd as Yogi & Justin Timberlake as BooBoo). There’s even a Smurfs movie coming out (Katy Perry as Smurfette, no telling how that’s gonna turn out) that will probably be crap. So here’s my point: Hollywood needs to stop raping America’s childhood; they should either do it right or not do it at all (please lean towards the latter). All this does is show a lack of creativity in the one place where creativity is most useful and needed. Hell, I can do a better job than these undeserving, unoriginal idiots. This concludes my brief rant on Hollywood.

R.I.P. Greg

As I sit here watching The Daily Show, I heard Jon Stewart mentioned the death of comedian Greg Giraldo; at first, I assumed he was joking, but since my laptop was next to me, I decided to check online and it turned out to be true. As a fan of all comedy, I know of him and his comedy and personally, I found him to be very funny. He was a veteran of Comedy Central; one thing he was known for was his numerous appearances on Comedy Central Roasts. He was a "lesser known" comedian (and other comedians would mention that in there own routines), but believe me when I say that he was good. He died on September 29 due to an overdose on prescription drugs; he usually joked about his drug addiction in his stand up routine, so I can't say that I didn't see it coming. To me, this is another sign of the world ending; the economy is crap, the Tea Party is getting bigger, the world is running out of helium, and now Giraldo is dead. The comedy world has suffered a great loss, and the world is laughing a little less. Greg Giraldo, you will be missed; Comedy Central's next roast just won't be a roast without you.

Possum kicking! Are you f***ing serious?

All my life, I’ve been surrounded by rednecks, both in my school and family. At a certain point, I tried being more of a redneck, and I somewhat succeeded, but I just didn’t have that redneck mindset (meaning that I actually like using my mind). Other than my Social Anxiety, the fact that basically everyone’s basic activities are hunting, fishing, chewing, drinking, mudding, and whose only political concerns are guns and skin color (sorry Obama) has made it hard for me to fit in. There’s one other rural activity I learned about a while back that can be added to the list, and it’s “Possum kicking”. I thought it was a joke when my friend told me about this idiotic and cruel game, but unfortunately, it is no joke. The way this game is played is that teams are split and people drive around a wooded area (likely drunk) looking for possums so they can run up to them and “kick the crap out of them”. Possums are worth one point, and raccoons are worth two; whoever has the most points wins. Personally, I’ve always hated living where I live and I hope to leave as soon as possible, but hearing about this display of cruelty just makes me more anxious to leave this place in my rear view.

First Week at McDonald’s

As the title suggests, I have just completed my first week at McDonald’s. It felt weird since I haven’t had an actual job in over a year, mainly due to high school and this ‘losing game’ know as the economy. I’ve applied for numerous positions in both Chester and Red Bud, but in the end, Red Bud McDonald’s was the only place to call back. Everyone who works there seems nice, I just hope that it lasts. The only part I didn’t enjoy was having to shave off my chinstrap, but in life, you have to make sacrifices. On my first days of the ‘hands on’ training, I was nervous as hell, but luckily Scott from my Philosophy class was my trainer for the day. What I think is cool is that there’s this other new guy whose from India; his name is Utsuv (pronounced “oots-uv”, I’m fairly certain). First a Nigerian Geography teacher and now an Indian coworker,I have to say that after growing up surrounded by nothing but racist redneck idiots, even a little bit of diversity is just refreshing, but that’s another blog. Overall, I’ve learned a lot from my first week, and even if I had anything negative to say about McDonald’s, I wouldn’t because that wouldn’t be safe for work.

Popeye Picnic

This weekend, the 31^st Annual Popeye Picnic was held in Chester, IL. The picnic is held every second weekend of September, which in this year, was on the 10th, 11th(which felt a bit awkward), and 12^th, ranging from Friday evening to Sunday evening. The picnic is held in honor of Popeye the Sailor Man, who was created in Chester by Elzie Segar. Chester, by the way, is one of two towns in Illinois to be the origin town of a famous cartoon icon, with the other town being Metropolis, which, If you haven’t guessed by now, is responsible for Superman.

Friday night usually goes pretty slow with not as much people around, but that means the rides aren’t as crowded; Saturday morning is alright if you want to see the parade, but speaking from a personal stand point, sleeping in is way better, especially when you’re too old to catch the candy thrown by the paraders. Saturday night is the best time forgoing to the picnic; the band is playing, more familiar people show up, and I witnessed a drunk fight/arrest. Sundays,however, are especially slow.

 I went to an event they have every picnic Saturday called “Cartooning with the Pros”. I’ve been going to it since I was ten, and I brought back a prize each time.

Overall,  it can be a good time for anyone, no matter how drunk or sober.