Rantswers 3.1
Without any introductory bullshit, I’ll dive straight into my Rantswers® of the third edition, because who needs ranty bullshit, right? Here we go:
Christopher De Voss: If you weren’t in the army, what type of job do you see yourself doing?
I’d be that guy in the refrigerator box under the town bridge. Each day, I’d get my hooch on and then stand in the park and scream at people about whatever government conspiracy I’d uncovered lately as my body odor attracted insects. Either that or an architect (my backup plan out of high school got me accepted to Arizona State’s School of Architecture).
whiteladyinthehood: I know you like cats, but what about dogs? like? hate? ever had one for a pet?
Dogs? They’re fine. In fact, I’d always favor a dog over a cat because you simply get more and better meat from them. Less stringy, too. However, one must pick one’s animal carefully. A chihuahua is good for about one fucking burrito, so that’s right up there with squirrel colon-blow. I did have a dog as a kid, yes. Dumbest animal ever to pad the Earth. Word.
Exile on Pain Street: How can you mend a broken heart? How can you stop the rain from falling down? How can you stop the sun from shining? What makes the world go ’round? How can you mend this broken man? How can a loser ever win? Sincerely yours, Barry Gibb
Barry, the answer to all your questions is: beer. Please let EoPS know this as well. Hope the afterlife is treating you well. My question to you, Barry, is this: do you get to sing in your unnaturally-girly voice up there in heaven, or are you sadly doing other services with your throat somewhere else?
Twindaddy: Someone you know is becoming extremely arrogant. How do you deal with this?
In my very subtle and kind way, I’ll sit down with them over coffee and say, “Dude, you’re becoming an arrogant fucking douchenozzle. If you don’t stop fellating yourself like you’re Joffrey Lannister, I’m gonna feed you my knuckles in bunches of four, you assclown.” This gentle approach is usually highly effective.
The Byronic Man: A pipe burst under our house – it smells like Satan died now. I keep waiting for someone to crawl in to the tetanus-mouse feces funland that is our crawl-space to deal with the 10-foot lake of fetid water in the dirt… but I have a bad feeling that someone is me. Should I just move?
No, you can keep your house. I’d say this is the perfect application for Other People’s Kids (OPK), particularly the firework shooters who nearly torched your ‘hood. I’d offer them a quarter to experience the “Underwater Harry Potter Adventureland” and let them keep some souvenir magic potion (i.e., the mouse-shit water). Let me know how that works out. If they go for it, I’m assembling a circus and need some geeks and freaks.
mazaar13: there is an old saying: “Red sky in the morning, sailors be warning” and “Red sky at night, sailors delight.” My question is, what exactly makes the sky red if the sky is blue during the day and black at night?
Well, some might tell you that it’s a combination of dust suspended in the atmosphere at sunset, when the red and orange wavelengths of light are the only ones that can penetrate the Earth’s atmosphere at such an oblique angle and then reflect off said dust. Others will just tell you that it’s God’s anger at Naval Academy graduates buggering one another as they tend to do, which is why this is a nautical saying. Go Army, Beat Navy.
El Guapo: They are always up to something. Who the hell are “they”?
They are an insidious bunch. They are the reason lights turn red and make you slam on the brakes. They are a group of blog trolls, and they are the people who put the ‘do not remove under penalty of law’ tags on mattresses and pillows. They hide in the shadows and fuck with our lives on a constant basis. Fuck them.
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Don’t overlook all the great past Rantswers® here in this link! Part Two (3.2) will follow on Wednesday!!
September 16, 2013 at 05:20
I love you posts, they’re so quirky and artistic
September 16, 2013 at 08:43
Thanks! More will follow.
September 16, 2013 at 05:23
You could have been an Architect of the Homeless.
September 16, 2013 at 08:44
Great idea!
September 16, 2013 at 05:47
I think this might be my favourite instalment yet.
Even though the word bacon is notably absent from your rantswers…
September 16, 2013 at 08:45
Hmm, you’re right. Scary…
September 16, 2013 at 06:51
Fucking beer! Why didn’t I think of that!? I wasted all this time huffing nitrous oxide out of punch-ball balloons. Beer is cheaper and easier to obtain. Re: the first question, what would you be doing. If it weren’t for Mother Coast Guard, I’d be back in Cleveland and unemployed after being laid off from my job at the Ford engine casting plant foundry. For shizzle. See…the Coast Guard really does save lives!
September 16, 2013 at 08:47
As does the Army. Glad you liked this.
September 16, 2013 at 09:11
Thank you, Rants, for your very insightful answer and timely advice. Coffee sounds like a great idea.
September 16, 2013 at 09:17
Hey, no problem.
September 16, 2013 at 09:16
It behooves me to inform you that before they sold out for disco gold, the BeeGees were actually a pretty good rock n roll band.
I shit you not.
September 16, 2013 at 09:20
Yep, and thus we see the degenerative impact of disco.
September 16, 2013 at 09:22
Sadly, both the exception and reinforcement of that is Michael Jackson – Off The Wall.
Great album, but wow, did he ever hit the skids.
September 16, 2013 at 09:47
MJ’s always been an outlier, for certain.
September 16, 2013 at 10:58
I must try to remember some of your Rantswers for future reference. They may come in handy…
September 16, 2013 at 11:36
A small laminated card in your wallet is helpful.
September 16, 2013 at 13:15
Isn’t Barry Gibb the only one who is still alive? Or did something happen I missed completely? With my head up my ass half the time, it could be I missed this important announcement. The Bee Gees were one of my fave bands in the 70’s & 80’s!
September 16, 2013 at 13:52
I will never be an expert on the Bee Gees.
September 16, 2013 at 16:38
No disco dancing for you?
September 16, 2013 at 17:33
No.
September 17, 2013 at 13:12
I could see you in the light of a disco ball . . . showing off your moves!
September 17, 2013 at 14:17
Oh no. Don’t hold your breath.
September 17, 2013 at 15:48
The big part of disco dancing is breath control!
September 17, 2013 at 16:26
Right. My utter lack of coordination and talent overcomes all the lamaze in the world.
September 18, 2013 at 09:55
I can’t believe you’re uncoordinated! Is this just a “real men don’t dance” kind of thing?
September 18, 2013 at 09:58
No, I am a total spaz.
September 18, 2013 at 11:18
What about waltzing or slow dancing?
September 18, 2013 at 11:37
Barely.
September 18, 2013 at 15:20
It’s a shame – what a great excuse to snuggle in public!
September 18, 2013 at 16:07
Yeah. I suck.
September 17, 2013 at 20:03
Barry is STAYIN’ ALIVE! Ha. I had to do it. He’s the only one around. The others died quite uncomfortable deaths. Fun fact: Did you know that the Dolly Parton Kenny What’s-His-Name hit “Islands in the Stream” was penned by Barry Gibb? It’s true.
September 17, 2013 at 20:17
You did go there.
Kenny Rogers, singer of “The Gambler,” ’cause you gotta know when to hold ’em.
September 16, 2013 at 16:48
Well, alrighty then. Word up.
September 16, 2013 at 17:33
True dat.
September 17, 2013 at 20:06
If you say, “word up” and I say “red codpiece,” do you know what I’m referring to? It’s quiz night.
September 17, 2013 at 20:18
I assume it has something to do with Cameo’s Eighties-licious dress code.
September 18, 2013 at 05:45
Word.
September 18, 2013 at 06:45
🙂
September 18, 2013 at 19:15
Word up.
September 16, 2013 at 20:05
I liked your answer. Do you ever regret not going with architecture? Or regret not living under a bridge?
September 16, 2013 at 20:21
I admit I wonder what being an architect would be like. The bridge thing, not so much.
September 16, 2013 at 20:20
Architecture…how sweet. A city skyline could have been graced by one of your designs. Your backup, backup can be advice giver, or something like that.
September 16, 2013 at 20:27
Court jester… fool…
September 16, 2013 at 20:35
Hey! Don’t knock it til you try it. Pay is decent. Benefits, not so great.
September 17, 2013 at 04:57
Good point.
September 17, 2013 at 06:22
Just speaking from a lifetime of experience…you can always come and job shadow. Then you can see if it is a good fit.
September 17, 2013 at 07:04
Wait… for which one?
September 17, 2013 at 09:08
Folly…graduated summa cum laude with a lifetime of experience.
September 17, 2013 at 10:46
They handed me something and called it Magna Damn Lucky.
September 16, 2013 at 21:32
Yeah, just b/c you had to suck it in for your recent weigh-in doesn’t mean your blog has to do without bacon. Then again, maybe I just favor piggies.
September 17, 2013 at 04:57
Bacon consumption has NOT stopped for the diet, trust me.
September 17, 2013 at 00:44
Is that pronounced doosh-eh-noz-leh? (the German pronunciation) or Doosh-noz-el? (the English pronunciation)
September 17, 2013 at 05:02
I always go with the American English, personally. Mainly because I’m American. But, I can see situations where the German might have good effect.
September 17, 2013 at 06:12
It would sound more musical the German way, but then the douchenozzle may not get your point when using it with that pronunciation. They might think you are giving a compliment.
September 17, 2013 at 07:04
Good point!