This can never live up to my expectations, Nurse

[Richter]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sons_of_Tucson

Yup.  "Sons of Tucson"

"What is this shit?", I asked myself.  "Can all the high weirdness of the high desert be captured and displayed to the rest of the USA?"
"Will the TV catpure anny of the antics those folks really get up to?"

HELL NO.

There are things no network will ever tell them, especially Fox.  (Fox, point in fact, will deliver the weather with a SMILE while refusing to acknowledge the canibal horserapist hordes that people might actually NEED to know about.)  I won't say it's a biblical sign, or anythign so gradoise or alarmist.  It's liek a cyst, an abscess, a pimple, pushed to the surface in a funny lookin' package for all to see.  Catharsis for the guilt of what we are sliding into.  (These folks would express a sac, and nt realize it's their soul, keep the white man's medicine away from me.)  America has seen the churning festering WEIRD, and have descided to try to package it up with "safe" humor, as if to make it a vaccine.

"Oh that wacky corner of Arizona.", the salary dads and soccer moms will be able to smile, and go back to complaining about how a house  2 miles away might have lead paint.  If they really knew what was going on, if they knew half of your stories, they'd fall on their shite picket fences.  Their blood would paint barber poles down the immaculate plastic.  Their last thoughts would blissfully dwell on how GREEN their lawn is, trying to think on the sanity obliterating, world eating perverts out there. 

Are we ready to see that?  Traumatized suburbanites overhand slamming their babes onto the lance points of their iconic, yet impotent hedge against all the land that isn't their's?  Dying in droves to spare themselves the "IF" of the perverts riding in?  Maybe they wouldn't be so hasty, maybe they'll just cower.  Maybe some will remember what REAL problems are like, and realize their stocks, jobs, and incentives are REALLY small things.  Someone should tell them beforehand, you're the Good Guys. 

You're note like the others, you wouldn't hurt them.  Unless they got out of line.  Or it looked fun.

Dok won't make their trains run on time (Oh wait, mass transit is for the proles, not them.), but he will keep every poorly trained dog in their yards.

[Doktor Howl]

Richter, the problem with Tucson is that the good times sometimes stick to your shoes.

So, will this show even be FILMED in Tucson?  Nope.  California.  I mean, it sure is fun to make a movie about filthy greasy Tucson fun, but fuck if they're gonna get any of it on them, right?  Worse than a cappaccino stain.

I don't need to see this movie.  What I NEED is a nice, quiet weekend without Maria and Nurse Mayhem getting all fucked up and dragging me out to horrible pervert bars and...

Who am I kidding?

LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL, SIR.  LET THEM ROLL RIGHT OVER THE UNWORTHY.

[Jenne]

  Nice on, Dok, blaming Nurse M and MARIA for that...

I wonder if they'll at least film SOME of it on location?

[Freeky]

Sitcoms are usually full of fail, IMO. I will not watch them, because I always feel my brain rot and implode under the weight of what the masses seem to think is "funny". I guarantee that this will be the same, and you know what? I'm willing to bet that it won't even have the slightest hint of what kind of fun we get up to out here.

So unless Ron has a preference for snuff porn, Robby and Gary smoke pot and can't hold down a job, Brandon works a dead end job and is 33 dating a 19 year old, and Angela is a stripper who likes being branded, there is no possible way that they could show what Tucson is REALLY for reals like.

[Richter]

I dream about this too.  A day or three where everything fucks off, and I can work on a project or 5 in PEACE.  These days I am a working man, and I need time in which to work.  

Something always seems to come up though.  People drop by, we get dragged out to games or bars, someone calls in for assistance, or we just decide to SLEEP for once.  Then I think back on the years I commuted for 3 hours out of my day.  I have a LIFE now, people jsut down the road who are worth hanging out with.  Damned if I'm going to take that for granted.  I have fencing( the fools handed me a whip), dinner with metal casting, and a day full of fighting to round out my week.

[Doktor Howl]

Sitcoms are usually full of fail, IMO. I will not watch them, because I always feel my brain rot and implode under the weight of what the masses seem to think is "funny". I guarantee that this will be the same, and you know what? I'm willing to bet that it won't even have the slightest hint of what kind of fun we get up to out here.

So unless Ron has a preference for snuff porn, Robby and Gary smoke pot and can't hold down a job, Brandon works a dead end job and is 33 dating a 19 year old, and Angela is a stripper who likes being branded, there is no possible way that they could show what Tucson is REALLY for reals like.

Gary also has a tapeworm named Sally.

[Doktor Howl]

I dream about this too.  A day or three where everything fucks off, and I can work on a project or 5 in PEACE.  These days I am a working man, and I need time in which to work.  

Something always seems to come up though.  People drop by, we get dragged out to games or bars, someone calls in for assistance, or we just decide to SLEEP for once.  Then I think back on the years I commuted for 3 hours out of my day.  I have a LIFE now, people jsut down the road who are worth hanging out with.  Damned if I'm going to take that for granted.  I have fencing( the fools handed me a whip), dinner with metal casting, and a day full of fighting to round out my week.

I have rage and hate and a tank full of gas.  That, and coffee night, which has now become more like "how can we try to get killed this week".  I also have king-hell insomnia, and 3 different songs blasting in my head.

Thank God the mania is back, though.  I don't know if I could handle today in a low cycle.

[Freeky]

Sitcoms are usually full of fail, IMO. I will not watch them, because I always feel my brain rot and implode under the weight of what the masses seem to think is "funny". I guarantee that this will be the same, and you know what? I'm willing to bet that it won't even have the slightest hint of what kind of fun we get up to out here.

So unless Ron has a preference for snuff porn, Robby and Gary smoke pot and can't hold down a job, Brandon works a dead end job and is 33 dating a 19 year old, and Angela is a stripper who likes being branded, there is no possible way that they could show what Tucson is REALLY for reals like.

Gary also has a tapeworm named Sally.

Not to mention everyone being bisexual, at least.

[LMNO]

Sitcoms are usually full of fail, IMO. I will not watch them, because I always feel my brain rot and implode under the weight of what the masses seem to think is "funny". I guarantee that this will be the same, and you know what? I'm willing to bet that it won't even have the slightest hint of what kind of fun we get up to out here.

So unless Ron has a preference for snuff porn, Robby and Gary smoke pot and can't hold down a job, Brandon works a dead end job and is 33 dating a 19 year old, and Angela is a stripper who likes being branded, there is no possible way that they could show what Tucson is REALLY for reals like.

Gary also has a tapeworm named Sally.

Not to mention everyone being bisexual, at least.

Oddly enough, that's the single most promising thing I've heard about the place yet.

[Doktor Howl]

Sitcoms are usually full of fail, IMO. I will not watch them, because I always feel my brain rot and implode under the weight of what the masses seem to think is "funny". I guarantee that this will be the same, and you know what? I'm willing to bet that it won't even have the slightest hint of what kind of fun we get up to out here.

So unless Ron has a preference for snuff porn, Robby and Gary smoke pot and can't hold down a job, Brandon works a dead end job and is 33 dating a 19 year old, and Angela is a stripper who likes being branded, there is no possible way that they could show what Tucson is REALLY for reals like.

Gary also has a tapeworm named Sally.

Not to mention everyone being bisexual, at least.

Oddly enough, that's the single most promising thing I've heard about the place yet.

Guys can be 100% straight in Tucson.  It's the women that aren't allowed to be completely heterosexual.

Yes, that includes your mom.  And your Gram. 

You may now go bleach your brain.

[Richter]

I dream about this too.  A day or three where everything fucks off, and I can work on a project or 5 in PEACE.  These days I am a working man, and I need time in which to work.  

Something always seems to come up though.  People drop by, we get dragged out to games or bars, someone calls in for assistance, or we just decide to SLEEP for once.  Then I think back on the years I commuted for 3 hours out of my day.  I have a LIFE now, people jsut down the road who are worth hanging out with.  Damned if I'm going to take that for granted.  I have fencing( the fools handed me a whip), dinner with metal casting, and a day full of fighting to round out my week.

I have rage and hate and a tank full of gas.  That, and coffee night, which has now become more like "how can we try to get killed this week".  I also have king-hell insomnia, and 3 different songs blasting in my head.

Thank God the mania is back, though.  I don't know if I could handle today in a low cycle.

Some days there's no choice but to keep locked in any forward gear available and ride it out.
It's a fucker, when you know academically HOW you could get your head readjusted, but don't see the point in doing it.

[Doktor Howl]

I dream about this too.  A day or three where everything fucks off, and I can work on a project or 5 in PEACE.  These days I am a working man, and I need time in which to work.  

Something always seems to come up though.  People drop by, we get dragged out to games or bars, someone calls in for assistance, or we just decide to SLEEP for once.  Then I think back on the years I commuted for 3 hours out of my day.  I have a LIFE now, people jsut down the road who are worth hanging out with.  Damned if I'm going to take that for granted.  I have fencing( the fools handed me a whip), dinner with metal casting, and a day full of fighting to round out my week.

I have rage and hate and a tank full of gas.  That, and coffee night, which has now become more like "how can we try to get killed this week".  I also have king-hell insomnia, and 3 different songs blasting in my head.

Thank God the mania is back, though.  I don't know if I could handle today in a low cycle.

Some days there's no choice but to keep locked in any forward gear available and ride it out.
It's a fucker, when you know academically HOW you could get your head readjusted, but don't see the point in doing it.

I just gotta hold out for the weekend, Richter.  If I can keep my shit together til then, everything will be fine.

[Freeky]

Sitcoms are usually full of fail, IMO. I will not watch them, because I always feel my brain rot and implode under the weight of what the masses seem to think is "funny". I guarantee that this will be the same, and you know what? I'm willing to bet that it won't even have the slightest hint of what kind of fun we get up to out here.

So unless Ron has a preference for snuff porn, Robby and Gary smoke pot and can't hold down a job, Brandon works a dead end job and is 33 dating a 19 year old, and Angela is a stripper who likes being branded, there is no possible way that they could show what Tucson is REALLY for reals like.

Gary also has a tapeworm named Sally.

Not to mention everyone being bisexual, at least.

Oddly enough, that's the single most promising thing I've heard about the place yet.

Guys can be 100% straight in Tucson.  It's the women that aren't allowed to be completely heterosexual.

Yeah, but how often does THAT happen?

[Doktor Howl]

Sitcoms are usually full of fail, IMO. I will not watch them, because I always feel my brain rot and implode under the weight of what the masses seem to think is "funny". I guarantee that this will be the same, and you know what? I'm willing to bet that it won't even have the slightest hint of what kind of fun we get up to out here.

So unless Ron has a preference for snuff porn, Robby and Gary smoke pot and can't hold down a job, Brandon works a dead end job and is 33 dating a 19 year old, and Angela is a stripper who likes being branded, there is no possible way that they could show what Tucson is REALLY for reals like.

Gary also has a tapeworm named Sally.

Not to mention everyone being bisexual, at least.

Oddly enough, that's the single most promising thing I've heard about the place yet.

Guys can be 100% straight in Tucson.  It's the women that aren't allowed to be completely heterosexual.

Yeah, but how often does THAT happen?

Once.

[Richter]

I dream about this too.  A day or three where everything fucks off, and I can work on a project or 5 in PEACE.  These days I am a working man, and I need time in which to work. 

Something always seems to come up though.  People drop by, we get dragged out to games or bars, someone calls in for assistance, or we just decide to SLEEP for once.  Then I think back on the years I commuted for 3 hours out of my day.  I have a LIFE now, people jsut down the road who are worth hanging out with.  Damned if I'm going to take that for granted.  I have fencing( the fools handed me a whip), dinner with metal casting, and a day full of fighting to round out my week.

I have rage and hate and a tank full of gas.  That, and coffee night, which has now become more like "how can we try to get killed this week".  I also have king-hell insomnia, and 3 different songs blasting in my head.

Thank God the mania is back, though.  I don't know if I could handle today in a low cycle.

Some days there's no choice but to keep locked in any forward gear available and ride it out.
It's a fucker, when you know academically HOW you could get your head readjusted, but don't see the point in doing it.

I just gotta hold out for the weekend, Richter.  If I can keep my shit together til then, everything will be fine.

Fuck the weekend.  traitorous fucking Friday has never shown up when I needed it.  Weekly judas rimlicke would gamlbe for the foul skivvies in my basket if I let it.

What's keeping me moving is possibility of a joyous scream down the highway, perchance to meet the gods, a motherfucker of a sriacha curry, a batch of brownies, and some time to get something DONE.  I may even stop off on the way for metal snips and 2x4, and will mutter constantly and "Circumcising that elephant motherfucker" on my way through the store.  Sure, I'll be sacrificing 2 points of sanity, and taking a -2 to appearance, but it'll gain me a lot more back if I keep it up for 2+ rounds.  Even if it takes a token of self destruction to get going, nothing will stop me from having teh Fun