Fri, 09/10/2004 — Fasteriskhead

"Hey, sport!"
(on phone) "Oh god here he comes. Look, I'll call you back."
"Guess what I just found up in the attic!"
"What, Dad."
"I dug up my old modded Playstation 2 and my imported copy of Soul Calibur 2! Man, I haven't seen this since Oh-Three."
"That's... that's great, Dad."
"And I was thinking... you know. Maybe we could go a few rounds. I used to play a pretty wicked Raphael, uh, back in the day."
"I don't think I can, I'm headed out with some classmates to get pizza and then uh I think we're all gonna go hang out with cool uncle Holkins and be detached and ironic for awhile."
"Oh... oh, well okay. That's okay too."
"Oh god. What's wrong?"
"No, no, nothing... well, yeah. I mean you spend so much time with Jerry, which is fine, but I was... I was just hoping we could play Soul Calibur 2 together for a little while. And you know, bond or whatever."
(sighing) "Okay. But just for a little while, and then I have to go."
"Thanks, Gabe... thanks for humoring your old man. And say, did I ever tell you about that comic I once worked on with Jerry?"
"Yeah like every week Dad."
"Those were the days."

So I guess congratulations are in order.

And uh, also that's pretty much completely sweet and adorable. ROCK ON BABY GABE

At That Age

Tue, 08/31/2004 — Fasteriskhead

Oh my god what the FUCK am I doing here. I DO NOT GIVE TWO GODDAMN SHITS ABOUT NEWTON AND HIS THREE DUMB LAWS AND GRAVITATIONAL FORCE. More like weight equals mass times acceleration due to BORING. I do not want to learn all this crap, definitely not from some foppish refugee of the seventeenth century. I want to go home and play video games and eat pop tarts and talk to my dumb friends online about stupid shit that no one cares about and go to bed at four in the morning. And I want that prick Cube to give me TWO INCHES of breathing space so I can update my livejournal in peace.

And jesus, next week I have to WORK IN A FUCKING GRAVEYARD? Seriously dad what the hell.

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