I've obviously given a lot of thought to this topic... fucked up and otherwise.
After a complex series of algebraic investigations, years ago I established that the departure of Izzy Strandlin was like removing one of those keystones in an arch, only this one crumpled... so I guess like a basestone in a pyramid maybe.
But even that, wasn't totally working for me; especially after the advent of wikipedia and my newfound ability to be an expert on everything.
After reading that, and the books associated with it, I realized Axl really was a big part of that band in every way, and the thing that really fucked Guns N Roses wasn't Izzy leaving from a creative standpoint, but that he was there as the primary chill out dude for Axl. He was the bridge from Axl to the rest of the band. It seems like they never liked him, but while Izzy was in the band, his ideas got through. Probably because after the fact, Izzy was there for all the would be shit talking sessions to explain Axl's actions. With him gone... dealing with Axl was like staring into the sun. Izzy provided that mellow shade everyone could deal with.
I mean, they're both from Indiana and knew each other before anyone else in the band, it's logical.
And there's always that chill-out dude who's associated with these crazy types. Like Dennis Rodman with the Bulls. They also signed Jack Haley. That dude played one game, but his whole role on the team was to keep Rodman in line. He was some kinda normal looking white dude too... I always wondered what kind of friendship those two could have had. Then again, I watched that Celebrity Apprentice with Rodman and Tom Green boozing, so... pattern.
But yeah, without Izzy to play Jack Haley to Axl's Rodman, they all started to hate him, and that's what killed the band.
25 July, 2009
15 June, 2009
14 June, 2009
Lord of the Flies
Somehow, a fly got in my apartment.
I was watching TV and then this big ass fly just landed there and wouldn't move.
I honestly don't know how it would have gotten in here either. The windows are never open and the door doesn't lead directly outside, so it must have come in with something or someone.
My theories on the matter are that perhaps it is some kind of by product of the insect infestation that occurred in my work vehicle, and while the fly was small, I brought it inside and it has grown to be large enough to interfere with my scheduled program.
This is likely for a number of reasons, notably the aforementioned insect outbreak. Secondly, there's a lot of shit for a fly to eat in here, disproportionate to what I actually have to eat too. I think, right now, I have 10 fish sticks, some bread, and peanut butter, and a bunch of shit in cans. But my garbage is always half way full with other foods that just end up passing through here and ending up in the trash.
Well, that and last night, after drinking a bunch of Molson out of a pot, I ate a bunch of Pringles and the detritus went everywhere... I actually do recall thinking a chip broke and being like "I better get that before it makes a mess," only to find in the morning that I had dropped tons of chips, and from the look of it, some of the chewed up shit was falling out of my mouth onto the ground.
Again, more fly food that someone else brought into the domicile.
Or, the fly could have come in with the Molson.
I bought it cold, so the fly could have been in there when they were delivering it, and then it lapsed into some kind of cold based coma in the box, only to be revived when I brought the case home and left the empty box next to the trash can.
Plus, I got the case from Blue Grass, and I wouldn't put any kind of insect infestation bullshit past those fuckers.
Speaking of those bastards, they take the free t-shirts out of the Molson cases. I was there on Friday buying the case that ended up being drank out of the pots and I saw that the first case I picked up had been opened, and then taped back shut. They had another one that wasn't closed up so I got that one, wanting the free shirt and knowing that these shady ass Indians sell things that used to come free with packs of cigarettes too, notably those Kool playing cards.
When I got to the counter I even mentioned something about the tampered with case, and the lady said they just do that because they open up sometimes and acted all surprised about the free shirt... but the dude heard me too, and he got all nervous looking.
Needless to say, even though my case was still factory sealed, the fucking shirt wasn't in there. I guess they must have been able to pull it out through the little hand hole or something. So right now there's some Indian kid with my Molson shirt wrapped up on his head and I all got was this crazy ass mutant fly banging into shit loud enough to disturb my hangover recovery.
I think flies have a pretty short life cycle. I bet he's dead by the time I get back from softball tomorrow.
I was watching TV and then this big ass fly just landed there and wouldn't move.
I honestly don't know how it would have gotten in here either. The windows are never open and the door doesn't lead directly outside, so it must have come in with something or someone.
My theories on the matter are that perhaps it is some kind of by product of the insect infestation that occurred in my work vehicle, and while the fly was small, I brought it inside and it has grown to be large enough to interfere with my scheduled program.
This is likely for a number of reasons, notably the aforementioned insect outbreak. Secondly, there's a lot of shit for a fly to eat in here, disproportionate to what I actually have to eat too. I think, right now, I have 10 fish sticks, some bread, and peanut butter, and a bunch of shit in cans. But my garbage is always half way full with other foods that just end up passing through here and ending up in the trash.
Well, that and last night, after drinking a bunch of Molson out of a pot, I ate a bunch of Pringles and the detritus went everywhere... I actually do recall thinking a chip broke and being like "I better get that before it makes a mess," only to find in the morning that I had dropped tons of chips, and from the look of it, some of the chewed up shit was falling out of my mouth onto the ground.
Again, more fly food that someone else brought into the domicile.
Or, the fly could have come in with the Molson.
I bought it cold, so the fly could have been in there when they were delivering it, and then it lapsed into some kind of cold based coma in the box, only to be revived when I brought the case home and left the empty box next to the trash can.
Plus, I got the case from Blue Grass, and I wouldn't put any kind of insect infestation bullshit past those fuckers.
Speaking of those bastards, they take the free t-shirts out of the Molson cases. I was there on Friday buying the case that ended up being drank out of the pots and I saw that the first case I picked up had been opened, and then taped back shut. They had another one that wasn't closed up so I got that one, wanting the free shirt and knowing that these shady ass Indians sell things that used to come free with packs of cigarettes too, notably those Kool playing cards.
When I got to the counter I even mentioned something about the tampered with case, and the lady said they just do that because they open up sometimes and acted all surprised about the free shirt... but the dude heard me too, and he got all nervous looking.
Needless to say, even though my case was still factory sealed, the fucking shirt wasn't in there. I guess they must have been able to pull it out through the little hand hole or something. So right now there's some Indian kid with my Molson shirt wrapped up on his head and I all got was this crazy ass mutant fly banging into shit loud enough to disturb my hangover recovery.
I think flies have a pretty short life cycle. I bet he's dead by the time I get back from softball tomorrow.
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