I've been outed
I got a great email today from reader Michael:
"fly the pig, gir!" Invader ZIM ... check ...
The Filler Bunny strip. More Jhonen Vasquez... check ...
"So DJ was watching the Charlie Brown Great Pumpkin video **(it's always
Halloween around here)** and it got me thinking." Every Day is Halloween, by
Ministry, perhaps? check (maybe) ...
The Lenore gif at top right. Roman Dirge. check ...
"I just about wet my pants when I read this. I have a VHS version of
Neverwhere, but it is a really crappy copy and I have yet to watch five
minutes in a row without getting a headache from the lines on the screen.
This is the best news I've heard all day." Big-time Neil Gaiman fan. major
"As much as I pontificate here about having been a disco-hating punk rocker
in the late 70's..." Former or oldskool punk. check ...
"I'm an atheist..." Alternative belief system (or lack thereof). check ...
"That Stephen Bennet is a spokesperson for Concerned Women of America, a
homophobic group if there ever was one; one that uses quotes around the word
gay as if it weren't a real word." Accepting of alternate sexuality (go,
you). check ...
"claims that I am a paranoid schizophrenic with borderline antisocial
behavior, prone to narcissistic fits of histrionics while being avoidant,
dependent and obesssive-compulsive." Interesting collection of mental
conditions. big check ...
"Continue to have gratuitous sex tinged with violence." Penchant for Pain as
Pleasure. serious check ...
"Loving you is like loving the undead" (play on the lyrics to a) Type O
song. check ...
Conclusion: MICHELE IS A CLOSET GOTH! You've been outed, baby!
He's got me. But let it be known, I was goth before anyone knew what it was. Back in the 70's I dressed in all black and wrote poems with phrases like:
My world is darker than the blackest night
My heart is a tomb of pain; my soul is a cavern of despair.
Seriously. I wrote that.
I still wear all black, but I stopped writing those silly poems. Now I just write odes to hot dogs:
i think that i shall never eat
a substance more devoid of meat
than the hot dog i ate last night
but damn, i did eat every bite.
and when i was done i ate another
so did my sister and my mother
i would have gone for three or four
if there had been any more.
hot dogs are the food of gods
despite the arteries they clog
in the oven, on the grill
floating in a watery swill
mustard (yellow), saurkraut
that's what summer's all about
pile them high upon the plates
don't talk to me about nitrates
no turkey, tofu, chicken filler
real meat hot dogs are what's killer
so please don't call me a big ol' meanie
when i won't share my all-beef weenie.
Yea, I know. Don't quit my dayjob.