find more people who have an affection for the absurd

you may be one of those people:

“I wanna go see a horror movie
On Friday 13th with Christopher Lee
He’s just the coolest, he’s freaking my mind
He gives me shivers up and down my spine
I’m watching Zombies on a big white screen
Killer tomatoes and murdering bees
I look at Goldblum turning into a fly
And Norman Bates chasing girls with a knife
I wanna go see a horror movie
I wanna date with Christopher Lee
I wanna go see a horror movie
And down on Elmstreet we’ll have a party”
Lords of Acid…

“Attack of the Killing Tomatoes!!”
Classic.

I’ve found more people interested in Tarot, Numerology, and Quantum Physics.
=)

It really seems as though most of the people I know think I have bizarre interests.
I’m going to GenCon next weekend. I don’t even game anymore. It’s the culture. It’s the extreme nature of things there. It’s the all or nothing geekness. =P
I’m going to a fetish convention the weekend after that.
I love MST3K. I listen to Henry Rollins. I love Eddie Izzard. I want to start my own “adult novelty shop”. I love sarcasm. I love strange perspectives on anything- everything. I love art museums, but mostly because of the ambiance. I know nothing about art history. I like poi. I love shooting fetish photography. I love talking about philosophy deep into the early morning.
I don’t know that any of this is absurd. But others seem to qualify it as such. It’s what I love, regardless.
“You can’t fight in here! This is the war room!”

Absurd is football games. Men spending their entire weekends watching a little tv screen while they have that precious time to play with their children.

Absurd is racing from one store to another, from one errand to another, from one practice to another with no down time in between to enjoy the people you love and love to connect to.

Absurd is take out greasy food that has no nutrition or semblance of the food it started out with ( were guilty of this but for while on BI I barely bought it at all).

Absurd is Paris Hilton and all the little girls who want to be like her instead of true woman heroes of history.

Absurd is most of mainstream society.

New York City has more than 400 soup kitchens but nothing else like the Broadway Presbyterian Church’s, where master chef Michael Ennes presides three days a week, turning leftover restaurant ingredients into gourmet meals. In fact, one pre-Christmas meal included octopus, as well as day-old bread from Le Bernardin restaurant. Ennes told London’s Independent that he is motivated by the chance to help troubled people get “real nutrition,” but he also likes serving “famous” homeless people, such as diners who claim to be, among others, George Bush, George Washington and Jesus Christ. [The Independent (London), 12-21-06]

http://angryalien.com/1204/wonderful_lifebuns.asp

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wtiYMfNPE-k

In Des Moines, Iowa, in October, customer Michelle Marie Engler, 45, was arrested for public intoxication at the Big Tomato Pizza restaurant after boisterously demanding to know why her food was taking so long. (An employee explained that she hadn’t ordered yet.) [Des Moines Register, 10-24-06]

this video kills me. it’s the last one, the last cat, that gets me. i don’t even know what to do with myself when that last cat comes on.

On Friday I got home and found a notice of delivery attempt in my mail for a package I ordered from Amazon. I talked to my mail carrier on Saturday about getting the package and she told me that if I stopped by the post office at 3, she would give it to me as she got off her shift. I said that I would walk over there at that time, to which she replied, “Oh, you can’t do that; it’s too far.”

I answered, “Oh, it’s not much further than the grocery store and I walk over there all the time.”

She looked at me with suspicion and said, “Don’t you have a car?”

Now, that’s not so absurd, but what I find very odd is that we have many in our neighborhood who put on track suits and running shoes and go walking random and aimless paths around the neighborhood, only to end up back at home and no one questions this somewhat pointless behavior, yet if I put on good shoes and go walked with the object of actually reaching a destination and getting back home again, I am somehow suspect.

I guess this is because we live in a society where people drive over to the gym, park as close to the door as they can possibly get (after driving around the parking lot for 15 minutes, wasting gas while they wait for a parking space to open up close to the front), and then go in and pay someone to help them exercise so they can lose weight. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm.