I would post a lot more stuff to this blog but my life just isn't that exciting. Who wants to read "Today I woke up, went to work, came home, ate, slept." I know I surely don't want to type anything when that's all I did.
Interesting observation: All this twitter posting has developed the habit of only putting one space after a period, instead of the grammatically correct two spaces I was taught to use in high school english.
I was thinking about my teenage years this morning for some reason. This lead me to think about first times I did something. No I'm not talking about sex, you perverts.
The first "secular" music tape (I know, right! Tapes! Be Kind, Rewind!) I owned was the soundtrack to Cocktail. I literally had no idea why I bought it. I hadn't heard of many of the artists on it at the time. I just liked that Beach Boys song "Kokomo." Even now I have to say it is rather catchy. I was a thirteen year old socially rejected sheltered young lad so don't judge me.
The first album I bought with a parental advisory on it was Red Hot Chili Peppers Blood Sugar Sex Magik. There was shit in that album I hadn't even heard of. That album still marks my thinking as one of the best albums I have ever listened to. It's certainly the best Chili Peppers album I've ever listened to. Yes, I know all the lyrics to all the songs on there.
The first R movie I saw was Universal Soldier (and it all went downhill from there). I went with my Dad to the Plaza Theater in Cortland, NY. The other movie showing at the time was A League Of Their Own. I remember enjoying the movie but being scared when Dolf Lundgren (however you spell his name...foreigners) killed that one black guy in the lab with that syringe full of whatever. Why do they always kill the black guy? Anyway, back on topic.
The first gun I ever shot was an Ithaca Deerslayer 20 gauge with a scope on it. I was sixteen I think. I had always seen people using scoped weapons in movies with their eye up in the scope like it's a pair of binoculars. Naturally, having no other example this is what I did. Not the recommended method as my forehead took a sharp blow from the top of the scope when I pulled the trigger. Betrayed by action movies once again. I wish my Dad or the man we went shooting with had corrected me, but perhaps they were secretly amused by my misfortune. I was mildly embarrassed and tried to play it off like it didn't hit me in the face. Tell me you would have done differently.
