Well-read Lobster

10 September 2011

Good evening lovers and interlopers,

I am hungry for art.

In a fit of hunger, I recently purchased several books and compact discs:

Books

  • Nation of Rebels: Why Counterculture Became Consumer Culture by Joseph Heath and Andrew Potter
  • god is Not Great: How Religion Poisons Everything by Christopher Hitchens
  • Supergods: What Masked ¬†Vigilantes, Miraculous Mutants, And a Sun God From Smallville Can Teach Us About Being Human by Grant Morrison
  • Improvise: Scene from The Inside Out by Mick Napier
Compact Discs
  • Scott by Scott Walker
  • Scott 2 by Scott Walker
  • Scott 3 by Scott Walker
  • Scott 4 by Scott Walker
  • Take Offs And Landings by Rilo Kiley
  • The Monitor by Titus Andronicus
I shall begin reading the books and listening to the cds (or possibly vice versa) and report back when ready.
In the meantime, hear and see the epic tale of two people starved for seafood.
GF and I wanted seafood a couple of weeks ago. We went to Baltimore to cure the craving, but came away having eaten no crab legs.
But, we still wanted crab legs.
One afternoon, after watching a commercial for Red Lobster’s Crab Fest, GF says, “I want a crab fest. I want a pound of crab. Bring it on.” I agreed.
Thus, we sought and found a Red Lobster in Alexandria, VA. Below is our journey in pictures.

GF waits for the Zipcar

I wait for the Zipcar

We made it! (Well, someone else made it, but we arrived.)

How do I feel about my dish?

This is how I feel.

Crab-ohydrates and more

Cancerian cadavers

Oh snap

Foot in mouth? Try a leg.

The sun also ceases to rise

3 September 2011

Good evening beloved lovelies.

After our adventure in Baltimore yesterday, GF and I decided to sit around like sloths this Saturday, snacking and watching Sleepless in Seattle. While GF napped earlier, I played what has been called the best video game of all time, Chrono Trigger. So far, I agree with the praise bestowed upon the game.

As the sun set in the distance, GF awoke and we talked of dinner and plans for the evening. We had the idea to see if Netflix for the Wii had Disney Channel series Good Luck Charlie and Phineas and Ferb. While looking, we found a National Geographic documentary on Egypt.

During the documentary, the narrator describes the ancient Egyptian worship of the sun, praying each night the sun would raise from its death in the west to bring life again the next day.

What if it did not?

What if the sun simply did not rise? I have done no research (as usual), but I am sure someone has written in length about what would happen if the sun simply stopped rising.

I imagine (and I’m no scientist) that life on Earth would cease to exist. The end of civilization, humanity and life on this planet fascinates me.

I have a perhaps disturbing fascination with thinking about a worldwide cataclysm that would wipe us from memory and history – an event that would render everything we have ever accomplished completely null and void.

I think about the possibility of a super virus that is absolutely unstoppable. I think about a global crisis of money, food and water that causes the last war. I think about an army of evil automatons killing us all – slowly at first through “freak accidents” like toasters falling into bathtubs or vacuum cleaners sucking off faces. I think about the sun setting one final time.

I do not know why exactly, but I find comfort in the thought that one day, none of us will exist anymore. Everything we love, know and do will be nothing. Our names and actions will be as if they never happened. I find supreme happiness and contentment remembering how insignificant I am.

Over here? No! Overhear.

2 September 2011

Good Labor Day weekend friends, lovers, family and three-toed sloths.

Today, GF and I travelled to Baltimore, a city in complete disarray apparently due to two sporting events.

Thus, I am too exhausted to write about that trip at the moment.

So, tonight’s post is brought to you by my illegitimate son, Little J.P. Richards. One day, he was in a coffee shop when he overheard some women speaking. (Yes, he is old enough to go to coffee shops.)

Little J.P. overhears a supportive moment