Rob When He Searches His Name On Tumblr: "what're Those Idiots Doing Over There?"

Rob when he searches his name on Tumblr: "what're those idiots doing over there?"

If everything I own could be green (other than my clothes) I'd be down with that. 💚🖤

Pg. 9

     That turtle, George thought, going to the drawer where the matches were kept. Where did I see a turtle like that before?

      But no answer came, and he dismissed the question.

     "W-What an a-hole you are, Juh-Georgie," Bill said, amiably enough, and pushed back some of the sick-stuff on his nighttable. The old Philco radio was there, too, playing not Chopin or Bach but a Little Richard tune...very softly however, so softly that Little Richard was robbed of all his raw and elemental power. Their mother, who had studied classical piano at Juilliard, hated rock and roll. She did not merely dislike it; she abominated it.

     "I'm no a-hole," George said, sitting on the edge of Bill's bed and putting the things he had gathered on the nighttable.

     "Yes you are," Bill said. "Nothing but a great big brown a-hole, that's you."   George tried to imagine a kid who was nothing but a great big a-hole on legs and began to giggle.

     "Your a-hole is bigger than Augusta," Bill said, beginning to giggle too.

     "Your  a-hole is bigger than the whole state," George replied. This broke both boys up for nearly two minutes.

     There followed a whispered conversation of the sort which means very little to anyone save small boys: accusations of who was the biggest a-hole, who had the biggest a-hole, which a-hole was the brownest, and so on. Finally Bill said one of the forbidden words- he accused George of being a big brown shitty a-hole- and they both got laughing hard.

Pg. 8, Chapter 1 After the Flood (1957)

George sifted through the junk on the shelf as fast as he could- old cans of Kiwi shoepolish and shoepolish rags, a broken kerosene lamp, two mostly empty bottles of Windex, an old flat can of Turtle wax. For some reason this can struck him, and he spent nearly thirty seconds looking at the turtle on the lid with a kind of hypnotic wonder. Then he tossed it back...and here it was at last, a square box with the word GULF on it.

The Little Flower himself needs to see this

since hes a lil bit italian

These are from the first ND show I went to. As you can see I'm not against the gate this time. Unto Others (I drunkenly complimented Sebastian, who looks remarkably like Jesse Pintado, on his Type O Negative bag after the show) and ND opened for Arch Enemy and Behemoth. The people against the gate were all there for AE and/or Behemoth so they wouldn't let us up there. So I slung my sweaty waist-length hair on them while I uncomfortably headbanged the whole time. 😂 They wouldn't let me stand next to them so I could get spit on by Barney... uh... I mean........ Nah, I meant that... so they got the hair. 😂 They didn't even move the whole time. No clapping. No head banging. Nothing until AE came on. One woman kept asking the man she was with, "what's napalm?" So, they didn't really give a shit about ND (we drove six hours for them so I'd say we give a shit... a huge shit...) and that was the reason I was irritated they wouldn't let me up there. If they were genuine fans, fine, they got up there first, fine. You deserve Barney's spit (if Barney ever sees this, I'm sorry, just Vocal Wipeout in my face next time I see y'all live. I'll be the one with the weird eyebrows and green stripe in my hair. Just Vocal Wipeout in my face and I'll stop talking about your spit). You deserve all the spit and sweat and the occasional close call of being beheaded by John Cooke's whipping dreads (I'm exaggerating but the man can scream and fucking shred (did I spell that right?)) if you're a fan and got up front first but no. They didn't give a shit. It was still a great show. Barney was a god-like presence as always and I truly appreciate the fact that he has the guts to speak about things he's passionate about. He's also very interactive, this was the first time he smiled at me and called me a bastard. I was a cheeky bastard this time. When he said that I immediately turned around, grabbed my husband's hands and said "did you hear that?! I'm a cheeky bastard!" in the most fangirl voice I could fester up as my heart pounded and I felt faint. 🤣 I said something similar the time he called me a young bastard at the next show. I didn't mention that this was my first grindcore show. At 29... I was sore for a week (that's hilarious considering that's how I felt after giving birth just in a different area of my body but still like I got hit by a truck). I couldn't move my neck for a hot minute... worth it. I'll be waiting for that Vocal Wipeout, Barney. 😂💚🖤