Flush It Friday: Who Wants My Cat
Ahhhhh, Friday. How we have longed for thine gentle caress upon the loins of our freedom. Join me, friends and lurkers alike, as we flush another week that was probably awful. But hey, at least we have metal.
If you don’t know the drill, here’s how we do it. You hype the good in your life, you give a big middle finger to the bad, and you laugh at the ugly and call it names in a desperate attempt to feel better about something.
The Good: Many of you know that my wife gave birth to a baby boy (as opposed to a full grown man, I guess) not too long ago. I’ll be perfectly honest with all of you: leading up to his birth, I was absolutely terrified. He’s our first, and I would have been more than fine with waiting another few years to start having kids. My thoughts in the months prior to his arrival were the typical “My life is over, I’m not ready, I don’t want to do this yet,” sort of panicking, and quite honestly, I had some dark days. Not to mention my own dad bailed on/wrecked my family less than five years ago, and my head was a whirlwind of negativity most of the time. It sounds very cliche, but once the baby got here it was really difficult to hold on to that negativity. So now I’m my regular bitter-old-man self about lots of stuff, but I’m all in when it comes to the little guy. My wife just sent me a video of him sneezing, and OMG it was so cute. Also good news: Dischordia is entering the studio a week from today for a new full-length.
The Bad: My stupid, fat-faced cat peed on my bed last night, and I was unaware until laying down in it after getting home at midnight from my soccer game and only wanting the sweet release of sleep before getting up in 5 1/2 hours. But no. I had to lay down in cat piss, then get up in a fit of rage and do laundry at midnight while my infant son refused to sleep. I had to hold my wife back from ripping my cat’s dumb, smug face off. So, free cat to a good decent whatever home.
The Ugly: My schedule. Between work, my soccer leagues, non-stop practicing for the studio, and, you know, an infant, I’m approaching poser levels of metal consumption. Luckily, I have been able to jam the new Oranssi Pazuzu, and holy handbaskets that album rules. It’s the best kind of ugly, so let’s celebrate that one (and a genuinely cool music video!) while we sound off in the comments below.
