It's Summertime, which means there are plenty of more things much more fun to do than to sit inside the house, parked in front of the computer, doing mundane things like working on the website or parsing through the porno girl meltdowns on efukt.com. (don't click here. You'll regret it). Nope! Even though it's a zillion degrees out there, and I have no air conditioning in my car, and now my transmission is slipping in it too (I think), and I'm still out and about and doing fun summer things like lounging and scrounging, maxing and relaxing, and generally just having the time of my Life. Everyone in my circle is with someone who makes them happy (even Bob, if you can believe that), there's no Drama forthcoming (maybe some in the near foreseeable future, but that's it), old Friends who were once Enemies are now my Friends again, and Life is extremely, extremely good right now. May change next week, but for right now, I'm loving it.
When I do work on the website, it's only to post up shit from months ago - Gig Reviews, Music Reviews, Pictures of Bands that nobody cares about, whatever. I'd post Links to everything I've thrown up on here but I don't really care if you read it or check any of it out. I really don't. If I wanted to be vapid and popular, I'd be a shill for the House of Boooooo's and give out free tickets to every show they do there like other websites do. Nope. That's not me. Everything I do on here is cathartic for me, and not for public consumption. Never was. There's been lots of people liking the onethirtyeight.org Facebook page as of late, and it concerns me a bit. No, this isn't the curmudgeon rant about how Popularity isn't Punk, no, it's more like my public assertion that I just really don't care. Your little "Xtreme" or "Alternative" or "Punk" musings, musical choices and style of dress may fade with time, but not mine. I'm here for the duration. When you're older and married and squirting out siblings, I'll still be here, checking out bands, going to the gigs, having fun. It's not a matter of not growing up. It's just knowing where your priorities are. It's knowing what's important. It's knowing what makes you happy. Life's too short, ya know? Facebook is stupid. Where's the next big thing at anyways? I'm ready for it.