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Wednesday, February 20, 2013
High Five Bay
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Favorite Musicians of the Netherworld: Bon Scott
9 July 1946 – 19 February 1980
I was just 15 years old when Bon Scott died. It devastated me. AC/DC was my favorite band, and let me confess a little something to you. I loved Bon. Yeah, I know how cheesy that sounds, but I did.
Talk about a match that never would have worked out in reality, that would have been it. But I loved him anyway. I had always been a good Catholic girl, but when I hit my teens, I started to go a little wild.
I wasn't wild with boys, contrary to popular rumors that I had eight abortions by the time I was fourteen. No, seriously, that was a rumor spreading around about me. I don't know how it started, because I was incredibly naïve about sex. I thought a blow job was blowing in someone's ear, and I wondered why the hell anyone would find that activity enjoyable.
I knew how babies were made, but I was scared to death of doing the act that made babies. I didn't want a baby, and I had heard that it hurt like hell to have sex the first time. (At this point I still believed that pain with sex for women was because of Eve and the original sin, and I hated the bitch for it. What I didn't admit was that I was also pissed off at God for being such a douchebag as to do this to women because of Eve being an asshole. Believe me, I was very indoctrinated.) Nonetheless, I did daydream about doing said act with Bon Scott, and I figured I was going to hell, but I liked him (and AC/DC's music) so much that I figured my immortal soul was a small price to pay.
When I found out that Bon had died, I walked through the little Peyton Place town that was home to me and my misery, feeling terribly lost. Nobody in that town understood me. My parents didn't understand me either. I felt like I was an alien who had been lost from another planet and ended up in this fucking miserable place. I was very bullied and very lonely, and I felt like I'd just lost the love of my life. Well, I had, though he didn't know he was.
Bon was known as a nice guy, even if he was a bit of a randy sort. I would dream about him sometimes. I like to think that maybe he felt a little sympathy for a silly, unhappy girl who had a huge crush on him. Maybe he wanted to show me that I had a friend after all. Who knows. The older I get, the less I know.
Though Brian Johnson is fabulous and I can't imagine anyone else filling Bon's shoes, there will never be another Bon Scott. He was one of those people that just can't be imitated. I think one reason Brian worked out so well is because he wasn't trying to imitate Bon. He was just trying to do the best damn job he could.
Brian believes that Bon came to him one night in spirit and stayed for about an hour, helping him finish the songs he was struggling to write. He has said that he doesn't like to talk about this much, because people think he's crazy when he tells this tale. I don't. But I am kinda crazy.
So today, if we'll have a moment of silence for...
Nah, that's not the way we do it in the Netherworld!
If we'll turn it up to 666 and drive down the Highway to Hell, that's the way to honor Bon Scott in a fitting way!
Ronald Belford Scott: Never imitated, never forgotten. Rock in peace!
Monday, February 18, 2013
The Mobile Vlog and Mobile Homes
Come ride along with this guy. It's fun! At the end of the Vlog, he poses the question: Would you rather rent or own?
Here was my answer.
I enjoyed "riding" with you. I just want to warn everyone, do not every buy a mobile home. Do not ever buy a mobile home. And I repeat, do not ever buy a mobile home. I am stuck with this money pit and its 15% interest mortgage which I bought out of desperation in 2001. I was totally ignorant and it seemed like a good idea at the time. But now I have not only $650 a month mortgage but $550 a month lot rent. They raise that shit every year without fail. Bad deal, People!
At this point in time, I am also stuck needing to buy a new car because the clutch in my car that has 200,000 miles on it has gone south, and it isn't worth it to pay $2000 to fix it. I'm driving my late father's old truck right now. It's a good truck, but I really need a vehicle of my own, because this is the auxiliary vehicle that I share with my mother.
So...yeah.
Lest you wonder why I never have any money.
Sunday, February 17, 2013
In Celebration of Quorthon's Birthday
Today is the 47th chronological birthday of the inimitable Quorthon, a favorite citizen of the Netherworld. Hail! Let the celebration commence!
Thomas "Ace" Börje Forsberg was born February 17, 1966 in Stockholm and died June 7, 2004 in Stockholm. He was a pioneer of the Death Metal and Black Metal genres. A highly talented musician, he played numerous instruments and often mixed his own tracks.
Quorthon suffered from what sounds like cardiomyopathy. He was only 38 years old at the time of his passing.
In spite of his rather private personality, Quorthon was known to be very considerate to his fans, never acting as though he were some sort of "rock star." He considered himself to be a musician, not a "diva" in need of worship. He had a sense of humor about the sometimes ridiculous rumors that circulated about him and the sometimes outlandish (and pornographic) pictures that some fans would send him.
Gone too soon but not forgotten, the talented Mr. Forsberg's music will live on forever.
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Friday, February 15, 2013
It's my Birthday and I'll Flash You If I Want To
They do this Flash Fiction Friday thing on the Mr. Know It All blog. So I'll do one for the sheer fuckery of it.
It's my 48th birthday, and that is not fiction.
Never could figure out why people think they have to lie about their age.
I'm not getting any younger, and neither are you.
I wrote a book once, and that is not fiction, though the book was.
Lemuria and the Seven Headed Beast of Revelation
The video was created using portions of James Churchward's Lost Continent of MU.
These can be found here.
I have long been fascinated by the stories of Lemuria and Atlantis, and this interest became part of the story line in my unfortunately ill fated book. I believe that there well may be sunken land masses which have not yet been discovered and I believe that the people must have had an amazing and wonderful mythology which would have been on par with civilizations such as ancient Greece and ancient Egypt.
What I do not believe at this point in my life is that the Lemurians and Atlanteans had contact with beings from outer space, or that they had flying machines and Jedi-like magic.
I did, however, used to believe this very strongly.
I'm not trying to dis anyone's beliefs. I can only state that I find no compelling evidence that this is plausible.
