Señor Grumblecakes (jervo) wrote,
Señor Grumblecakes

Why am I suddenly unable to recall this weekend? This has been happening a lot recently; I think I'm getting dumb. Wait, I think I got something...

Oh, yeah, now I remember what happened this weekend. Friday night the woman and I went out for Tibetan food, then ice cream, then drinks. Saturday I sat on my ass and played Ecco the Dolphin for most of the afternoon; then a whole bunch of us went over to my friend Chris's place in Crown Heights, where we got ridiculously stoned, played epic games of Egyptian Rat Fuck, ate homemade (and kick-ass) key lime pie, and watched "Brazil" through a projector. What a great night.

Yesterday, as you probably know, was Father's Day, so I took a train up to his house in Croton, where we got slightly drunk and had loud but fun arguments about so many things, including:

1. Music on the Web: I'm for putting music on the web, sorta, in that lots of people can have access to my tunes; I'm against it if it were to radically decrease my album sales, hypothetically speaking. My dad is waaaaay more concerned about plagiarism; i.e. I put my song on the web, and some Scandanavian band hears it and covers it and THEY end up making a million dollars instead of me. We did not resolve this argument.

2. The Suppression/Co-Opting of Fantastic Inventions by Ruthless Corporations: I have no idea how we got onto this topic, but my dad got very passionate about it when the rest of us started ganging up on him. I was pretty drunk at that point. He thinks that suppression doesn't exist, that if someone were to come along and concoct a new, efficient car fuel out of (say) human spit, that OPEC and all the American Oil Companies wouldn't try to suppress that discovery, but would find a way to co-opt it and do it themselves. I don't care either way, but it was fun antagonizing him, even if only for a little while.

And I eventually made it back home to watch the Yankees' bullpen choke hard in the bottom of the 8th; now dlbags is gonna tap-dance and gloat and say "Oooooh, we kicked your ass, Yankees suck, blah blah blah", and I'm gonna have to cry, because there aren't too many things more pathetic than hearing a Met fan gloat.

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