Sunday, January 27, 2008

Every day I walk the same way home

Nothing changes, nothing improves.

My already negative outlook is on a downward spiral. It amazes me that I can find solace in comparing events in, and facets of, my life to shit I read on the internet.

Time for an example, with a quick explanatory aside!

The image on the left is single panel from the actual comic, which can be found by clicking the link. Rather than stealing the artists bandwidth, and per display advertising revenue, you should visit his site. I found it decently amusing.

Anyways, when I read this one it pissed me off, because, surprise surprise, my car is fucked. Not only that, but it's fucked enough that I don't think it's economically viable to get it repaired.

I was quoted at €1100 to get a second hand gearbox installed in the car, including labour. That doesn't include whatever it'll cost to get what I actually sent the car in for fixed. That's more than I paid for the car, and in the year that i had it, I'd probably spent that much again on getting bits and pieces of it sorted out and fixed.

This bums me out. If you know me, you know I love my little car, but I guess it's time to move on and get a new one. I might even break out of character and use it to mac on ladies.

I went to see Walk Hard last night, with Panda. He'd already seen it, but he enjoyed it so much that he wanted to go again. I'm glad, cos two nights in a row of going to the cinema and asking for "one please" would probably have caused me endless distress. It was a pretty entertaining anyways, and I'd definitely recommend it.

I wasn't sure about going to see it, but I had my iTunes on random during the day and Johnny Cash's cover of Hurt came on. That kind of convinced me. Hurray for being a goth.

While I was looking for an image of the poster, I found the picture on the left. It's unspoken subtleties like this that make Walk Hard a good comedy.

The theatrical trailer for John Rambo was also shown before the film. I'm excited for that. February 22nd can't come fast enough.

After the movie was done we bailed up to Eamonn Doran's. It's pretty much the only place where I get to hang out with some people that I like to hang out with. After last night, I won't be going back unless it's for a gig. It's not like I had a particularly terrible time, but I don't feel comfortable looking around and feeling nothing but contempt for practically everyone I can see. I'm not referring to the people I was talking to last night, because you're the reason I went in the first place.

It's just everyone else.

Big thanks to Derry for bringing me home. I couldn't have faced the Nitelink.

1 comment:

Derry said...

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