Observations from My So Called Fucking Life
I realize I haven't been around much for you, dear readers. And I also realize that when I have been around, I've basically been bitching about living in a corrupt fiat-money ruled society and those kind of whiny soliloquies don't get as many laughs from the web medium as they receive at the local nudist colonies when I act them out in my penis puppet parties. Mediums are funky stuff to be sure.
I'd apologize for my lack of give-a-damn but this is a free site that pays me nothing and I have two jobs so you can all just basically take what you get and/or meet me in hell (I'll be the guy Satan cursed with an endless supply of beer and a tolerance so strong there's no way I can get drunk-the humanity of it all). Anyway I figured I'd use this post to catch you guys up on what's been going on in my life. Because we all know that there's nothing the average PIC reader worries more about than how the fuck I'm doing.
For the last four months, I've been dating a part-time surgical assistant who also models in magazines that advertise strip clubs. In these magazines, her name is Lindsey and she is available at a popular strip club in New Port Ritchie, FL. Her name is not Lindsey and she is not available at a popular strip club in New Port Ritchie, FL. Not Lindsey also works for several liquor and beer distributors. Her job with these libation promoters is to wear skimpy outfits and look like she's having a great time. She is recovering from a strong bout of bisexuality and her ex-girlfriends all hate me. She feels guilty about all of this trampy-ness and makes it up to me both sexually and by cleaning my home/car/umpire room (yes, umpire room) on a consistent basis. We fight about three times a day, drink heavily and criticize each other if our skin gets too pale. She's very loving, caring and totally... you know what? Fuck it. Here's a picture of her laying out.

And that's why I gave her a key to my apartment. Enough said.
In addition to my time consuming day job, I have also been regularly attending a gymnasium and umpiring little league baseball. I have been put in charge of training the junior umpires at the ballpark because they are all punk teenagers and we get along great (all the other "adults" at the park think it's amazing how well I work with teenagers because said grown folks don't understand that I'm pretty much still a punk teenager at heart). I'm pretty sure the main reason the punk teenagers like me is because they're horny young men and my girlfriend cleans the umpire room in tight outfits but whatever. I'm a role model... perhaps.
(The umpire room is an air-conditioned, grimy, dirt filled locker room sans lockers in which umpires change clothes, tell game stories, eat and sometimes gape at my girlfriend's boobs.)
In addition to umpiring baseball, working my job, working out at the gym, maintaining a relationship with Budweiser Barbie and occasionally writing stuff for you I have also been... watching television.
Seriously, I've been busy as hell and my downtime is tough to come by. What did you expect that blank to be filled with instead of "watching television"? Composing a concerto? Writing a novel? Please, I barely have time to argue with my girlfriend about what kind of body language constitutes flirting on my behalf. Life is tough sauce sometimes, kiddos. No joke.
Anyway, onto the observations. Logic and fluidity be damned.
It's hard to properly assess which is more evil: women or text messaging. But the combination thereof takes a little bit of my soul each day. To keep myself from going ballistic and stabbing a saline implant with a steak knife, I only answer every fourth text. This philosophy of avoidance only serves to alienate and upset my text-happy girlfriend, which yields more angry text messages... Basically, I'm about one more, "I luv u when can I c u again?" from chucking my phone into the goddamn bay.
I don't think I'll ever understand how members of the print media could have been so slow in adapting to the internet model. I mean, the mainstream media had so much information and so many resources at its disposal, yet it just sat back and watched random hacks who wouldn't even proofread kick their asses. This is akin to a major automotive manufacturer shitting out the same unreliable gas guzzlers while petrol prices skyrocketed... wait a minute.
Fuck, this country's citizenry are as lazy as they are dumb.
Boxer briefs are a fucking stupid idea. I just don't get it. All the discomfort of tighty-whities but with a greater surface area for the cotton to irritate? Well then, sign me the hell up.
Massachusetts: you can stop bringing Florida your citizenry. Seriously, we're full up on assholes down here. Got it covered. Thanks and all that.
It is the opinion of my personal trainer that I am not taking in enough calories or fat. So I MUST eat more calories and fat. Life is super awesome totally fun stuff sometimes. Seriously, sometimes I just want to skip to my lou while eating a chocolate chip cupcake and drinking a banana shake.
And finally, because logic and fluidity are gearing up for a sex picnic (they don't know what that means but they're still excited), I leave you with the following, which a twelve year old boy said at the baseball game yesterday:
"It's a good thing Red Sox Nation is only a metaphor, because if it were a real country we'd have nuked it already."











17 Comments
Put up several tallies in the win column for that girlfriend.
The text-fest has to end though. Every four minutes my phone vibrates and lets me know that, in fact, she had nothing any more useful to say than four minutes ago.
I hate you for fucking that woman. Jesus. Guys like you make the rest of us feel like the losers we apparently are. Fuck.
nate i freaking love you...!!!!!
I can only imagine the look on your dad's face when you brought that one home.. I bet he's one proud father.
Ah. Tampa and it's wonderful supply of silicone/saline. What is it about that town that makes its women do that?
And he returns, storming back in with an even larger breasted lady than before. Well played Nate
Has she told you yet that they're not real?
Cry me a river. Jobs this girlfriend that, this website doesn't pay me, whatever. You provided this website with quality content for years, on a reliable schedule and earned yourself a following. One day you decided your future job security and potential legal troubles were more important than the tiny bit of internet fame you had earned and you decided you wanted out. Fucking sweet. You ended thing like a good movie. wrapped up and done. We weren't supposed to have to worry about shitty have hearted sequels with you. But here we are, you came back with a blast, we didn't expect it, you were the first sequel to Rocky. And now we have a post about how you may or may not like your hot girlfriend and why her hotness distracts from character flaws. Listen up, nobody cares about that weak writing. Every guy out their deals with the every fourth text because every woman wants to be in constant contact with their man and all we want is one fucking minute alone. Then I come here I read you doing what I just did. It's like Speilberg saying, "Hey, guess what guys! Indi isn't done after all. We're going to bring him back to fellate a giant crystal dong. Won't that be awesome!?!" And you're right we all made the choice to go see it, just like we make the choice to come here and read your material. I didn't HAVE to, but because of the skill and consistency you brought in the past I believed the future would hold the same. Either bring the heat, or disappear altoghter. Don't just linger with this half assed bullshit. Just because writing every once in a while gives you an outlet doesn't mean you should pollute the internet. Write in a journal instead. I reiterate, bring the heat or go home.
"Just because writing every once in a while gives you an outlet doesn't mean you should pollute the internet. Write in a journal instead. I reiterate, bring the heat or go home."
Is it just me or does this statement reek of irony? Coming from an anonymous flamer obviously using the comment section as an outlet to "pollute the internet" I dare say your rant was lost in a mire of hypocrisy. Your anonymity and thus lack of "heat" leaves me only assuming that you yourself must have already gone home. Therefore next time please leave your address so we can all know where to return your wayward sentiments.
Andrie,
My comment was not meant to flame. Nate is a writer with considerable talent. I love his work. The point is, he was ready to go out, he left us with a high note. Then he came back. Instead of providing us with consistent Primal Urges, he posts occasionally, when he can bring himself to it. What this column now lacks (to Andrie and Nate) is consistency. the power of your voice (Nate) is lost because you are using this as an outlet for petty grievances, where before you (Nate) made fun of universal and important issues ignored by most in a way that only those with some smarts, a penchant for writing and a thirst for booze can. Do I continue to come here and read his articles for their superior quality? Yes. Am I happy that it is far below what he is capable of? Nate decide what you want out of this, and if it's a place to shit, then so be it. But your writing has so inspired me that to see you write in this fashion makes me sad. What it really comes down to is, I felt a relationship was building between you, and I (and all readers) and I feel betrayed. I feel like the jaded lover you keep on the back burner. I can't leave, but I'm left wallowing in misery. Andrei, as far as I go as a comment flamer, I'm not trying to hate. What I want is honesty. And hypocrisy? Fucking stupid. Only the narcissist believes that a response to an anonymous blog comment brings him any kind of self worth or notoriety. As far as internet pollution goes, I feel that my lengthy opinion isn't produced without thought. I also feel that I don't care what your bitch ass thinks and hope that Nate takes a look at this and steps up or steps out allowing a new writer to take his place. Take applications Nate, he who best fits what you think your audience is, throw your support behind. That is what makes the world a better place. Not entitlement for entitlement's sake. Ass.
Also Andrei,
A number of things about your comment and profile make me angry. 1. you say I comment with anonymity because I don't have a profile. Who gives a shit. My sister could have made your profile and no one would know or care. 2. Just because you have an educated background (I am assuming your profile is true. But tell me why and how would a man business educated graduate to Juliard?) doesn't mean you have the social intelligence to interact with people in the real world. Which I feel is obvious by your profile. So from one social heathen to another, fuck off. Your post to repudiate my post reeks of self importance and a belief that you are Nate's personal friend. He doesn't give a shit about you and if he cared about this column he would respond to me directly. It's not like there are too many comments for him to read and therefore you need to spend your every waking moment filtering the sinners from the saints. You suck.
Dear anonymous (the anonymous one),
Clearly I was wrong and missed your obvious and quite blatant joke, sometimes I can be so thick, silly me.
I can now appreciate your obvious irony of responding with a shining example of a case in point on a site called points in case. Calling for high quality content writing on a site featuring articles about having sex with chocolate bars and then ending it with "ass" and "you suck" is clearly not mired in hypocrisy but rather a subtle brilliant nod to the obvious comedic nature of this site which is so often lost on some. My humblest apologies if I angered you in anyway through my comment or my profile on this blatantly comedic website. For the record I didn't attend Julliard or Harvard any more then I actually lived through the Black Plague. That in fact is a quote from the movie Beetlejuice when Alec Baldwin asks Michael Keaton about himself. I guess I don't quite have the ironic subtlety that you have thus far demonstrated so brilliantly, so perhaps I should have made that more clear. Oh and while we are clearing up misunderstandings, I am also in fact not dead. I just wanted to put that out there for clarity sake since I now realize some people might assume my profile is actually true. In addition I should state that I don't know Nate in the least and wasn't running to his defense in anyway. He can take care of himself I am sure. I guess I am just a little overly sensitive and unstable in that I tend to over react when people trash comedy writers on comedic websites for not posting something noble or Pulitzer worthy. I'm sure you can understand that given your jaded lover relationship with Nate, your betrayal, your state of wallowing in misery, your sadness...You can understand how someone might over react a little right?
I am sincerely sorry for missing the hilarity of your post though. I see now the true irony of it all and I thank you for being so understanding of my blatant oversight of actually taking you seriously. That was just silly of me on a site like this.
Take care of yourself Anonymous and I truly hope you feel better real soon. I know it all hurts right now but I'm sure it will all get better and you will find laughter again.....maybe even on a comedy website somewhere.
P.s. Oh I forgot something. There is one thing true in my profile though. I am the most sarcastic person you could ever meet and god help you if you take ME too seriously.
Ouch!!
Head Shot!
Somebody just got served.
That shit was cold, but still funny as hell.
Court, i know nate hasn't posted in awhile but jesus christ, vent your rage somewhere besides an anon comment please.
ao;sijdfasas;fdj i'm cool with posts about how Nate may or may not like his hot girlfriend and why her hotness distracts from character flaws. especially when there are pictures.
I see you're still kicking and working the crowd? Congrats on dating Budweiser Barbie. One question however my friend, should this relationship be based on large body parts, where does that leave you? Speaking of big deals; Lou Gehrig is disappointed over steroid use in MLB. Yet, to the bright side, drug companies have cured Erectile Dysfunction, While ALS waits.
Come down any time my friend, bring Barbie too! You can probably stay with Brad.
Leon, you're as funny as you are handsome.
Now everyone, deep breath. It's just the internet. It's like this all the time.
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