So, not that I am in any way comparing myself to the great and almighty Seth McFarlane... but I have three blogs. So, not to compare, but the original blog, the Pork Porn Pages, is like my Family Guy. I mean it's exactly like it. Just as hilarious. Okay, no.
But so that was the blog where I figured what kind of stuff I would write about. How it would write. How far I could go. Ok, I haven't figured out how far I can go, but I'm working on it. Anyway, the Pork Porn Pages is the original.
The other blog that is pretty neglected is My Personal Story - Putting A Name to My Dad's BPD. This is my deeper darker spilling my guts about my relationship to my dad blog. I really am not going to relate it to American Dad, except to say that they are both the least popular. It's pretty heavy, and I can't bare to deal with writing on it regularly, but it's up there for your viewing... pleasure.
And my last, Unnecessary Supplement, is like a new puppy that I love to spend time with and play with every day! The other two are kind of older and think they are too grown up and get carried away in their own directions without me. But this blog I can still mold as I please. Ah, Cleveland Show. I love the way the writers can decide to use prior information from Family Guy or choose to ignore it. Like Cleveland Junior - he was a small hyperactive kid on Family Guy, and now he's a fat soft spoken nerdy daddy's boy. Anyway, there's some material that I've been holding back. I'm not sure whether to put in into the American Dad blog or put it here in the Cleveland Show blog.... but I hope you people continue to keep reading and tell other likeminded people to read.
On to other things.
So, I think when I wrote the blog late last night, I forgot to continue with the bad smells at the club. I told you about the guy who farted behind us. When we smelled it and turned and looked at him, the FP said, vegetarians have stinky farts. That was funny.
Then later on, we were standing against a fence on the edge of the patio, talking to our friend and his friend. Everyone was just conversating, but then all of a sudden, I smelled this horrific smell. I looked at everyone, but no one was letting on that they smelled it. Just talking. So, it smelled like old food, then shit, then...sewage. The open kitchen door was on the other side of the fence. We were standing near a manhole cover. I assume one of those things, or both was the culprit. Grease trap. That's what it smelled like. If you've never smelled a grease trap or septic tank being pumped, then just go to the back of a restaurant sometime when you see a truck there with a big hose stuck in the ground. Just stand even 20 feet away from the thing and wait for the apocalypse.
But why did no one else smell that? Later on, when I asked the FP if he had smelled it, he had no idea what I was talking about. Was I crazy? Was I hallucinating smells? Was it all in my head? Or was it a ghostly smell - elusive, and smelled only by believers with the special sense? That was weird though. How could I, who cannot smell anything very well, be smelling such a disgusting vile repulsive reeking odor while no one else even got a whiff of it? I mean, it was so bad that if someone smelled it at all, they would have to comment. I was pretty fucked up, ok, really fucked up, so I wasn't really talking much. I didn't want to call more attention to myself, so I just stood there in silence contemplating the fantom smell.
Anyhoo, you should look up that band, Kindest Lines. They are like, dark snyth, dance, goth industrial, post punk? Stereogum.com mentions "Cure-esque" which is very fitting. There's some Depeche Mode in there too.
http://www.facebook.com/kindestlines
kindestlines.blogspot.com
myspace.com/kindestlines
wierdrecords.com
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