Regret-A-Day

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DAY 1197

As far as squeaky-clean, take-no-chances, one-hit wonder, 80’s bands go, I guess you could do worse than these buttholes.

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I never paid them much attention, really. Although I made it a point to switch off MTV whenever "Your Love" came on.

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Yeah, it was only 1985/86, but the 80’s were already waning for me at that point. I’d only discovered punk a few years earlier,

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meaning that anything in the Outfield vein seemed stale, dulled & ineffective.

It also didn’t strengthen top 40 radio’s case that THIS album veered into my field of vision in 1986.

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In other words, The Outfield & their pop-collared ilk didn’t really stand a chance at that point.

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Not saying I didn’t know “Your Love” like the back of my hand. It played on every TV or car stereo I wasn’t in control of.

Trust me, I was familiar. And still am.

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So, we’re in 2014 now. The future, which is coincidentally the present.

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Welcome.*

Today, I was in Jimmy John’s, which - if you’re not already familiar - isn’t exactly known for playing the best music while you eat. Well, a hearty Regret-A-Day No-Prize to anybody who can guess what was playing.

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Bingo.

And as I sat there, stuffing a Slim 1 down my gullet, I found this bullshit song impossible to ignore. Something suddenly sounded different about it. The vocals sounded updated or something.

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Again, this is a song that I’ve heard thousands of times. Like most pop drivel, my brain’s cataloged every vocalization, every drum fill, every lazy guitar riff. And those vocals weren’t the same.

So, I whipped THIS out,

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hoping it would pull up a live version of “Your Love.” Or maybe it was a cover, I don’t know. This COULDN’T be the original version, right?

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But somehow it was. 

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Same damn song from back in the day. But now with the altered vocals.

I checked the cyberwebs for confirmation,

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only to be met with the depressing fact that this song has been covered WAY too many times for my tastes.

Wait. What’s that?

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Okay, this was CLEARLY NOT an “electro-inspired version” I was listening to. But this dickhead had obviously rerecorded his vocals.

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So, here we are, ladies & germs.

I regret that I’ve done an entire, exhaustive post on a band as useless as the fucking Outfield.

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But more than that, I regret that this “alternate” version of “Your Love” - a song I can’t fucking stand in the first place - may go unexplained.

*Standard tip for your rocket mailman should be 48,000 quocknerts per month.**

**Quocknerts became the universal currency when Earth was nuked by the US Postal Service. The Postmaster General ruled with an iron fist & required all subjects to accept packages in exchange for quocknerts.***

***One quocknert = 1 million farleefars****

****Farleefars became the universal currency when Earth was nuked by a terrorist gang with Asperger’s. They were soon nuked by the USPS & charged 70 million quocknerts.*****

*****One farleefar = No monetary equivalent, since the Asperger’s terrorist group generally wanted Spree, Oreos & Laffy Taffy as payment. 

DAY 1196

In an alternate reality - within a divergent timeline, only a few vibrational clicks away from our own - McLean Stevenson never left M*A*S*H.

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Col. Blake was in every one of those 256 episodes. And in that universe, Stevenson requests that his character is killed off in the final episode.

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Kind of like his final episode three years into the run of M*A*S*H in our reality.

But the main difference is that by “1983-A,” McLean was never replaced, never missed &, more importantly, gainfully employed for a full 11 years on a series that kicked as much ass there as it did here.

Meaning THIS

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never came to pass.

But that’s all pixie dust, as they say. And we all know where pixie dust leads us, right?

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That’s right.

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Poor judgement,

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leading to bad, potentially embarrassing decisions.

Where am I going with this?

Okay, I have a vague memory of revealing this before, but the "Hello, Larry" theme is one of those things that never really leaves my head.  

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I actually know a few people who are reading this, while singing this goofy, faux Steely Dan-esque slice of theme song death right now.

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Don’t fight it. 

But why is that?

We’re talking about a show that was supposedly SO horrible, Johnny Carson used it as a punchline on more than one occasion.

A show supposedly SO awful, that TV Guide placed it at #12 on its "50 Worst Shows Of All Time." 

But I can think of one (if not THREE) reason(s) why I might’ve liked it:

1) KIM RICHARDS

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Should go without saying, but I had a huge crush at the time, ‘natch.

2) MEADOWLARK LEMON

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The Globetrotters hung the moon & stars as far as I was concerned.

And lastly,

3) THAT FAT GUY

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A given. He was always doing the bump with chics & eating stuff. 

None of these include McLean Stevenson, I’ll admit. And I guess I regret that he never seemed to get his due.

That “1983-A” McLean might’ve made out like a bandit, but the best he did after M*A*S*H was THIS, in my opinion.

BAM! “Cat From Outer Space.” 

And maybe that’s the most regrettable fact of them all.

DAY 1195

I’m obviously too old to appreciate the groundswell of dicksuckery that surrounds this show.

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I’m sure if I’d watched it during its original run, I would’ve sided with the crusty, old principal/teacher/whoever the hell William Daniels played.

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Then again, I had a bias against this show from the start. I fucking hate nepotism in all its forms. 

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I gave Fred Savage kudos for “The Wonder Years,” even though I was just a casual viewer. But when “Boy Meets World” came along, I’ll admit that I was fairly anti-Ben Savage. 

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Maybe it was the precociousness of this little turd that made me hate him. Although if we jump back into the nepotism arena, I guess you could totally blame Fred for getting this dick’s foot in the industry’s back door.

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Yep, look up Ben Savage on IMDB. First credit? “Little Monsters.”

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I don’t know. Maybe Howie Mandell had something to do with it.

My point is, “Boy Meets World” wasn’t exactly for me. Then again, it wasn’t necessarily aimed at my demo. So, no bigs, right?

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Well, get ready for the regret, ding-a-lings. A spin-off is about to drop.

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Yep. Cory & Tapioca* have kids now. And they’re probably about 10,000 times more precocious than Ben the nepotism spaz.

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Plus, in keeping with the regime of desperately vapid flunkies in their roster, it’s Disney. So, it’s probably written by the partially brain dead.

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Their zeitgeist is pop culture suicide. 

Now, let’s be clear. I’m not so much regretful about the existence of “Girl Meets World.”

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Yeah, it looks saccharine-soaked. And it’s aimed at mental midgets, but what do you expect? Consider the source material.

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No poet laureates were stepping up to write episodes or anything. Hell, it wasn’t even Sorkin. A bulk of it was probably written by a 15-year-old girl.

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What I regret is the fact that the “fans” of “Boy Meets World” are expecting this to be in keeping with the original somehow.

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Yeah-huh.

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These are actual adults.

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The problem is that “Boy Meets World” aired on ABC. Whereas THIS is pure Disney Channel. And sure, MAYBE it’s all equal if you calculate ABC’s horrible “TGIF” sentimentality into the formula.

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In other words, these BMW “fans” have turned into a latter-day version of ME from the 90’s (pictured here).

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But that’s not what I ultimately regret. 

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Ben the douche-trough supposedly got a nose job. Or should I say some kind of nose lengthening. And I regret that all the BMW “fans” won’t get this reference.

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DERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP.

* Yeah, I know her fucking character’s name is Topanga, but I ask you, “Which name sounds more Goddamned ridiculous?”**

** HINT: The answer you’re looking for is Topanga.

D A Y  1 1 9 4

I have no idea if I’ve posted about EBN-OZN before, but we’re nearly 1200 days into this crap, so don’t harsh on me for repetition.

I owned this 45 back in the day & wore it the F out. (I’m assuming a young [yet slightly older than me] Trent Reznor had the same in his collection.)

Something about the chorus really spoke to me. The vocal effects maybe. I’ll admit, I thought the talky monologue was cheesy as fuck, even back then. And yeah, the video is equally cheesy & extremely dated, but the overall vibe of the song is still stands out as killer to me. 

After a little research, I found out that this was the very first single in the U.S. to be completely recorded on a computer. A Fairlight CMI, to be exact.

I also looked these guys up on Spotify today & I regret the fact that the entire album isn’t NEARLY as cool as this one song. Most of it barely has the same vibe. They do a cover of "Rockin’ Robin" that’s just fucking embarrassing.

I also regret that I bought their “Feeling Cavalier” album about a year ago on vinyl & now it looks like I’ll probably never play the damn thing.

I simply request that whoever reads this (& also has control of my estate) finds a way to have me buried with it. You know, for rock snob reasons.

D A Y  1 1 9 3

Wow. I’d COMPLETELY forgotten about “Bank Panic.” This fucking game was supertits. 

One joystick. Left, middle & right buttons. So simple. So addictive.

And hearing this guy’s review, I regret how much I didn’t actually know about this game, even though I may have played it hundreds of times back in the day.

• Those little lines over the doors symbolized queueing customers?
• The backs of customers showed which doors bandits would be?
• “Unfair” posters meant you could’ve waited & gotten more money?

Well, I’m glad I’m finding this out some 30 years later. A time when we can play WAY more complicated games on our phones, yet there’s not a single arcade around, much less one with “Bank Panic” in it.

*sigh*

DAY 1192 

This has been my go-to Steely Dan karaoke song for years.

It wouldn’t exactly be in my top 10 Dan song list,* but I’ll say this: it’s reliable. No matter which karaoke bar I hit, it’s always there waiting for me.

Well, I came across this little tidbit about "Deacon Blues" today.

And as a Steely Dan geek (as well as an Alabama native), I regret that I’ve been misinterpreting this lyric for years.

However, as an Auburn fan, it actually makes me fairly happy. 

* Anybody curious about my “top 10 Dans” simply needs to ask. It’s free of the standard hits & I guarantee it won’t be the ones you’d think.**

** It starts with "FM," which was technically released as single, but not exactly a “Reelin’ In The Years”-style hit or anything.***

*** I’m also talking the original version of “FM,” not the version with the sax solo outro.****

**** We’re already at four fucking asterisks, which obviously shows how much of a Steely Dan dork I am.

DAY 1191

Where’s the logic behind rioting when your team actually WINS?

I mean, I can see if they LOST. Like, "Fuck these assholes! I’m gonna shit in the street & wreck shit!"

"WOOOOOO! I did it all for the NOOKIE!"

"BLAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGHH!"

"Bein’ white fuggin’ RUUUUULEZZZZZ!"

I guess this kind of stupid shit is par for the course when it comes to these sub-mental U or M dumbfucks, but I just don’t get it.

It’s not the first time this has happened in Dinkytown. And I suppose it won’t be the last. Still, it’s beyond my level of comprehension. 

Maybe I regret the fact that I’ve never rioted. 

Admittedly, I never felt so strongly about something that I felt like it warranted it. I guess I was pretty pissed when they brought Superman back as those four idiots.

But I didn’t feel like damaging property. If anything, I felt pretty good about not falling for such a shitty marketing stunt. 

Maybe when they cancelled “Freaks & Geeks.”

Nah. I honestly can’t see that thing keeping up the momentum. Besides, it ended on a pretty sweet note. And it’s probably gained more love cancelled than it ever could’ve running its course.

Well, damn. Now I regret that I’m kind of jealous of those U of M turds.

"EAT PEPPER, HIPPIE!"

Okay, maybe not THAT jealous.

D A Y  1 1 9 0

I have several mantras about comedy. This one, however, is top shelf:

If there’s someone out there who you can’t seem to reach, they’re probably:

A) Completely humorless in the first place/don’t get “jokes”
OR
B) Someone who just found out they have something terminal.*

Enter the whole Rush Limbaugh vs. Stephen Colbert thing. Obviously this is in response to Colbert being tapped to take over Letterman’s chair on “Late Show” in 2015.

The cherry on top of this regret sundae would be the fact that SO MANY Conservatives are up in arms about something so fucking innocuous. 

But here’s a few sprinkles on said sundae (in keeping with the food analogy, since he’s a porking fatass):

• WHAT DOES RUSH THINK IS LEGITIMATELY FUNNY?
Gallagher? Some Christian-based comedian? I just wanna dig through his comedy record collection, which I’m sure has a healthy amount of Petra in it.

• IS RUSH EVEN AWARE OF LETTERMAN’S POLITICS?
O’Reilly got skewered by him & he obviously thinks Right Wingers are jokes, so why is Rush talking like “Late Show’s” seat is so precious. 

• IS RUSH STUPID ENOUGH TO BELIEVE COLBERT IS REAL?
The “Colbert Report” Colbert, not ACTUAL Colbert. Cause it sounds like he thinks Colbert the character is what’s moving to “Late Show.”

• WHY DO CONSERVATIVES TURN EVERYTHING INTO A “WAR?”
Oh, right. They’re chucking fear at scared old people & nitwits. Well, I guess the tactic’s working, since the Second Coming’s happening any day now.

• HOW DOES LARRY LARDASS STILL HAVE A JOB?
I guess I can chalk that up to that last bullet point. Since at least four women found him attractive, I suppose this shit is inextricably linked. 

Okay. That’s all I’ve got on the subject.

But I’ll finish by saying this. If you’re in cahoots with the Right, feeling like something like THIS is valid in everyday life, I have a small request:

Stop whining, stop complaining & stop using the “destruction of America” as a catch-all sticking point. 

In other words, quit half-assing your stupidity. Go whole hog & bomb an abortion clinic or something. But SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP.

* Okay, so it’s not the most bulletproof mantra ever written, but A crosses off on a vast majority of dullards in this nutty world.**

** You could also include:
C) A jealous comedian who’s pissed that you’re funnier.

D A Y  1 1 8 9

Let it be said that I respect the SHIT out of what’s going on here, as unabashedly geeky as it is. Mainly because it IS so geeky. 

Seeing stuff like this makes me regret not pursuing choir. I was in Birmingham Boys Choir for a few years before my voice changed. Then I got involved in band & it just seemed like too much.

Wouldn’t have mattered anyway. The choir at my high school seemed like a haven for stuck-up rich kids.

But the overarching regret of seeing this is that I regret I was born in the wrong time. Or rather in a less geek-centric time than these days. 

This NEVER would’ve happened when I was the age to appreciate it. 

So, today’s lesson is this, kids:
Don’t take your cybernets & cellies & vid-yuh games for granted. Some of us had to grow INTO these things, rather than grow up with them.

LITTLE HELP? (BONUS REGRET)

Hey, Tumblr pals. We here at Regret-A-Day don’t normally reach out like this, but just wondering if anybody out there can lend a brother a hand.

So, I’ve been doing this blog for over three years now. And I usually post a link of the day’s regret to Facebook. 

This morning, I got THIS:

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Look, I know there’s a LOT of porn on Tumblr. It happens. C’est la vie, you know? But nothing I post could be considered “unsafe,” even for Facebook.

If somebody could reach out & let me know how to circumnavigate this bullshit, I’ll dance at your wedding.

Stanks,

SamL
Chief Knob at Regret-A-Day

DAY 1188

Oh, HuffPost, I regret the fact that you’ll let ANY twatfuck write for your online rag. Especially one who doesn’t know how to use a contraction.

Exhibit A: THIS turd.

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Just click on the image or the above link to see where she was going with this diatribe. I mean, I’ll give her one or two examples (I guess), but most of these just fucking STYMIE me. 

I’ll check off on a few of the regrettable ones:

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I understand the sentiment, cholo, but cliques are part of life. I constantly judged people I went to school with. And I was in band!

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Ugh. I hope you’re sure about this, sweetheart. ‘Cause this movie doesn’t actually teach that. BTW, Lloyd’s a kickboxer (AKA a “guy”).

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So THIS is what you took from “Singles?!?” Listen, you don’t need a shitty movie to teach your kid to do this. Try parenting, you ASS!

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Stop making “Goonies” into something it isn’t. (Like a good movie.) You want your kid to grow up to be annoying? Let them become a Goonie.

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Christ. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry about that one.

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Crying it is, then.

Listen, I grew up in the 80’s, too (& somehow there are also 90’s movies on her list). But I tend to use my early days in the 70’s as the litmus test for my life.

Let’s knock a few of these out, shall we?

10. QUESTION EVERYTHING (& I MEAN EVERYTHING)

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ESPECIALLY those play-it-safe, conventional thinkers. People may think you’re a nutjob, but sometimes irrational, crazy thinking pays off.

9. QUIRKY IS BETTER THAN DROP-DEAD GORGEOUS

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I would never have gotten laid if this weren’t the case. The pretty people of the world lose their looks. The weirdos stay weird. 

8. NOTHING’S SO SERIOUS THAT IT CAN’T BE MADE FUN OF

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I don’t care how serious shit gets. Find the goofiness in the darkness & you’ll not only help yourself get through it, you’ll help others, too.

7. ALWAYS ASSEMBLE THE RIGHT TEAM FOR THE JOB

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You can be from different backgrounds or even hate each other. But if you’ve got the right people, you can accomplish just about anything.

6. LEAVING HOME CAN ONLY DO YOU GOOD

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Not saying you have to leave forever. But visiting (or even living in) a place that’s away from your hometown gives you a larger perspective.

5. LOSING (& ESPECIALLY FAILING) IS AWESOME

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I’ve learned more from failing than I have from winning. Plus, losing allows you to constantly carry a chip on your shoulder, which is cool.

4. NEVER BE AFRAID TO REINVENT YOURSELF

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Those who stay the same are your enemies. Change is good. It’s never easy, but being able to become a chameleon pays off in the end.

3. COLLEGE IS MOSTLY BULLSHIT

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There are just as many people NOT using their degrees as those who are. It’s a waste of time & money, depending on what you’re going for.

2. YOUR FAMILY IS YOUR EVERYTHING

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The older I get, the higher on my list of priorities this gets. I’d do horrible things to keep my family safe. I think most people would.

1. VENTRILOQUIST DUMMIES ARE EVIL

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And let’s be adults about this. We all know it’s not the dummy that’s evil. It’s the ventriloquist. Don’t trust people who hide behind dolls.

DAY 1187

Daniel Clowes is a spirit animal/inspiration/kindred spirit/high watermark/creator-I-aspire-to-be all rolled up in one.

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Once I picked up my first issue of “Eightball” in the early 90’s,

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I was hooked. Every story in it spoke to me in ways that I can’t begin to describe.

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The whole comic set a brutally honest, self-deprecating tone.

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A POV that was already within me, but hadn’t poked its head out yet. And one that I wanted to be true to in every creative endeavor from that point onward.

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But then issue 11 came out.

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Suddenly, this sardonic, slightly hateful, no-nonsense comic book turned a corner with the first appearance of these two girls.

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Needless to say, I was even more smitten at that moment. Enid Coleslaw & Rebecca Doppelmeyer were dripping with cynicism & truth.

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And their seemingly run-of-the-mill, go-nowhere misadventures bubbled over with a goofy gloominess that shaped me into the writer I am today. 

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Well, I’ve been reading THIS recently.

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"The Daniel Clowes Reader" is basically a textbook that covers the immense world that Clowes has created over the years.

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I’m early on into it, but there’s an entire section devoted to references in “Ghost World,” revolving around a drawing he did of Enid’s bookshelf.

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Just a detail of what sat in the background of a random panel. But “The Daniel Clowes Reader” goes into incredible detail about everything within it.

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For two pages, in fact.

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It’s absolutely astonishing. I find myself reading “Ghost World” for the 50th time with completely new eyes. Things I never noticed before are popping out at me. 

Here’s a small sampling of genius shit I discovered, aimed at the uninitiated:

• “CARBONA NOT GLUE”

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Enid listens to a long-lost Ramones song from the original pressing of “Ramones Leave Home.” Back in the day, it was unavailable because of a lawsuit from Carbona.

• WHO’S NATALIE LARIOS?

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Although she’s supposed to be a girl they went to school with, she’s actually a woman who appeared in “Eightball’s” letters section, who asked Clowes to use her name in a future issue.

• “A SMILE AND A RIBBON”

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This figures into the film version, too. Once again, I thought it was some song that Clowes had made up, which they created for the movie. But it’s real. And it REALLY shows how un-Enid Enid was as a child.

Just heartbreaking.

• TV NEWS ANCHOR DAVE FORTIN

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Clowes would take pictures of his TV set as a kid. It was kind of a hobby of his apparently. This minor panel is based on one he took of a Traverse City reporter in the middle of a riveting back-to-school news break.

• ENID’S HEARSE 

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In one panel, you can see the license plate.

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Looks like “EKC 72,” doesn’t it?

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That’s the initials & birth year of Clowes wife.

• SEEMINGLY RANDOM BACKGROUND CHARACTERS

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When Enid returns to her hometown years later, she passes two girls who are about the same age she & Rebecca were during the course of the story. They’re Squirrel Girl & Candy-Pants from “Eightball” #16. 

And finally, the coupe de grace:

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It’s right there in the middle.

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Jesus Christ. Not that I’m the fucking Anagram King or anything, but I NEVER saw that one coming.

And after all that (as well as a couple dozen I didn’t mention), I find myself regretting that I’ll never create something as culturally copious & clever as “Ghost World” in my life.

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D A Y  1 1 8 6

This COULD be a regret about having Comsat Angels’ “I’m Falling” from the “Real Genius” OST in my head today. But sadly, I still enjoy this song for some reason.

It’s clearly 80’s as fuck, but it doesn’t stick out like some shitty Kajagoogoo or Spandau Ballet dreck. Or even as much as other garbage on this soundtrack like The System or Y&T.

I guess what I regret is that I’m all too aware of useless montages in 80’s movies these days. I know they’ve been parodied for years now. And maybe that’s why. Take these films for example:

• Weird Science
• Better Off Dead/One Crazy Summer
• Back To School
• The Secret Of My Success
• Revenge Of The Nerds

And of course, “Real Genius.” ALL of them have a montage, but I still regret the sinking, shitty feeling I get when I watch them during that particular sequence.

I guess my big questions are as follows:

• Were screenwriters in the 80’s more or less expected/required to write a montage scene as part of their second act?

• Did 80’s films always come with a 2nd unit whose sole purpose was to shoot montage footage?

• Were there 80’s record execs vying for their artists to be on certain soundtracks before the film was shot?

• If so, were there certain bands that were jockeying for position to be the go-to Frank Stallones of the world?

You know what. If there’s a definite answer to any of these questions, I honestly don’t wanna know. 

Okay, now I’m depressed. 

D A Y  1 1 8 5

When I first heard about this “controversy,” the only thing I wanted to post was this video & the following:

*SIGH*

Or - I don’t know - some GIF of me blowing my brains out.

But I decided to chime in with my thoughts on this. So, here’s the short version of this story:

• Woman brings her teenage son to see “Deathtrap”
• She leaves during intermission because of a “homosexual kiss” onstage
• She writes the managing director demanding her money back
• Moreover, she says she’s “disgusted” & “infuriated”

Click HERE to read her entire letter & Managing Director Chris Lino’s response.

As an actor & full-on supporter of artistic expression in ANY form, here’s where I stand. Today’s regret lies within the fact that I won’t be approaching this with as much tact as Chris Lino:

HEY, SALT LAKE CITY, GO FUCK YOURSELF
I come from the buckle of the Bible Belt & I did a shitload of theater down there, some of which was pretty racy for where we were. And maybe I’ve been lucky, but I never witnessed this kind of stupid, close-minded shit. Please just stay away from the arts, you dumbfuck.

DO YOUR FUCKING HOMEWORK, YOU SHITHEAD
The kissing scene is a slight spoiler, I’ll admit. But if you’re taking your idiot manchild to a play, do a little research. There’s only so much sheltering your teenager can take before he activates his full retard strength & snaps your stuck-up neck. I sincerely hope that happens.

AH, THAT CRAZY GAY THEATER CONUNDRUM 
See, that’s the problem with your typical non-Hollywood fare. You just never know when/if those crazy, quirky queers are gonna transform a normal night of theater into a Satanic kissing/buttfucking marathon. Maybe you should stay home, pea brain. I think NCIS is on anyway. 

IT’S CALLED ‘DEATHTRAP,’ NOT ‘HETEROTRAP’
As the title suggests, this play deals with murder & other gruesome events. If you’re legitimately “disgusted” by a minor plot point that’s this Goddamned tame, the theater community doesn’t want your fucking money. Die lonely & afraid of everything, you simpleton.

HOMO BEWERTUNGSSYSTEM ÜBER ALLES
Theater doesn’t have an MPAA board that rates shows before they’re unleashed on the public. But let’s say it did. You’re telling me “homosexual acts” would fall into the same category as “live gunshots” or “smoking?” Sorry, but even the MPAA wouldn’t give that much of a shit.

THIS GUY ALSO WROTE ‘ROSEMARY’S BABY’
And “The Stepford Wives.” And “The Boys From Brazil.” Not saying you have to read the biography of Ira Levin, but this man-on-man kiss is like an “Adventure Time” episode comparatively. Again, please do your homework before showing up to class, you fucking C student.

Okay, I’m done. 

The way I see it, anybody who’s bent on defending this mental midget’s boycott on “homosexual content in theater” has obviously never seen any theater in the first place. Gays are the last thing you should be afraid of.

Just be happy you never saw my Fringe show, “A Sad Carousel.” Trust me, your pussyfooting ass wouldn’t have lasted until intermission. Maybe that’s okay though. Some of the reviewers were just as dishwater dull as you.

Seriously, stay home, drink your Bud Light & catch that new episode of “Hot In Cleveland.” 

We.

Don’t.

Need.

You.

DAY 1184

I’ve got a problem.

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I own more t-shirts than one person should.

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Okay, strike that. More than one STRAIGHT guy should.

And those last two pictures? That’s just the top drawers. There are three more below each one, crammed with the same amount. 

And don’t even get me started on my overflow in the basement.

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These are ones that’ve been recently washed & dried, ‘natch.

I guess I should rephrase the “problem” part of this scenario. The problem isn’t that I OWN this many shirts. It’s the fact that I can’t stop buying shirts.

And I regret that when I see something like THIS out in the world,

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I’m THIS close

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- well, more like THIS close - 

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to buying it, even though I may eventually run out of space.

Although I’d rock the SHIT out of a “five-man Floyd” shirt. The fact that the cultural significance of this rare Floyd era is in my fucking bones would be enough to fight off buyer’s remorse. 

Another problem is that even stuff like THIS is tempting.

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I mean, I’m not exactly the biggest Cheech, Chong OR Village People fan, but Jesus, I’m not made of stone.

But I’m an adult, right? I should be able to buy whatever the shit I want.

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Fuck it.

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The fact is, I’m not exactly proud of any of this. My cross to bear, I suppose.

But none of this is as regrettable as the fact that I’ve had “Get Out Of My Dreams, Get Out Of My Car" in my head since this morning.*

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And lastly, I regret that I probably have plans on April 13th.

* Regardless of what the Internet tells you, Billy Ocean died shortly after recording his 1984 smash flop “Suddenly.” Any subsequent songs (THIS one, “When The Going Gets Tough, The Tough Gets Going" & "There’ll Be Sad Songs (To Make You Cry)”) were actually recorded by bland, emotionless, label-toadying Billy Ocean robots.**

** That’s right. More bland, emotionless & label-toadying than the REAL Billy Ocean.