Hey, gang. I promise to write another lengthy piece for you soon, because who doesn’t like a lengthy piece, amirite? But whilst sitting with my three-year-old in the plastic, filthy, smelly, greasy HELL that is the McDonald’s playland, it occurred to me that, dog-gone-it, there are some things that I just don;t like. But like they taught you in physics class, every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Herein lies the lesson for today.
STUFF I LIKE!!
Calling the evening meal “supper” instead of “dinner.”
People who say “cock-a-roach” and “robut” and “sangwich” for the words cockroach, robot, and sandwich, respectively. Usually these tend to be old people, and I quite enjoy old people.
Star Trek, and by only the slightest fraction of a degree less, Star Wars. Add to this Firefly and the first Matrix.
Spider-Man and the X-Men. Call me crazy, but Marvel knew what they were doing when they started making troubled teen superheroes.
Converse All-Stars.
Wearing a hockey jersey…and shorts.
Rational arguing with smart people who don’t share my views. Good God, there’s nothing better than a good debate, as long as it doesn’t devolve into Facebook name-calling and TEA PARTY!! FUCK OBAMA! DERP-titude.
Winter becoming spring and summer becoming autumn.
The smell of surf wax and surf shops in general. Also, the smell of hockey tape and the general smelliness of hockey.
To crush my enemies. To see them driven before me. And to hear the lamentations of their women. And jambalaya. Oh, boy, do I love some good jambalaya.
ANYTHING by Chris VanGompel. Hockey Zombie, The Mario Brothers, TNT the Comic, etc. Dude’s brilliant, and I am glad to call him my friend.
STUFF I DISLIKE!!
Dudes (usually dads) that wear denim jeans shorts. Please stop. It is 100% worse if you also have a polo shirt tucked into it. You make us dads look really horrible.
Ranch dressing. Seriously, Midwestern people…you’ve got to put down the ranch. Try some Italian or balsamic vinaigrette. Please.
College football. I don’t hate it, mind you, I just don’t give a shit. Also? Golf. I’ve played it. Meh.
People that wear running or athletic shoes in their daily routine. You can’t do that and be part of my society. Wear some Chucks, some Vans, some Sambas, or some flip-flops unless you’re going to work, then have some nice wingtips or something. Dude.
The Christian Taliban. You know these types. They’re beyond conservative and too crazy for the Tea Party. They want Sharia Christian Law to govern our daily lives. Too bad, because I drink, smoke, and masturbate, and will continue to do so. Hell, I might perform an abortion just on principle. Fuck, this group makes me angry.
Superman. Really, I get it. He’s fighting for truth, justice, and the American way (yeah, FUCK YOU, NORTH KOREA!! EAT MOAR DOGS!! HHAHAHAHALOLOLOL!!) But, c’mon. Dude’s been around too long and, oh yeah: he’s invincible. I hate that about him.
When I go to write with my ball-point pen and it’s not clicked into the “ready” position and I scrape bare pen-plastic against the paper…GAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! I fucking HATE THAT!!
Stuff that “tastes” like peanut butter. Peanut butter “flavouring.” Bullshit. It tastes like a goddam dollop of almond butter with all the sugar in it. All. The. Sugar. Or it’s like you took a hairdryer to the peanut butter and made it into some sort of peanut lint. Gawd-awful, is what it is.
STUFF I HONORABLY MENTION!!
Okay, I didn’t mention hipsters. Of course I don’t like them. Nobody does. I figured it was a given. Also, I failed to bring up ice cream for the exact opposite reason. I mean, really…ice cream. Ever been to a birthday party where they just had cake and no ice cream? Remember how disappointed you were? Exactly.
Also, it looks like I have more “likes” than “dislikes.” I am a pretty positive person after all! Yay, me!
But do you like…
DUANE?!?!?!?
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Oh, Charlie. You never, ever disappoint me.
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That was awesome. And it got awesomer when I got to the end title.
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Just in time for supper. Yay!
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Yay! A fairly quick read this time!
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Also honored to call you a friend. And occasionally, teammate.
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And sometime adversary. CANDY TEAM, MUHFUH!!
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candy team is a juggernaut in the proper hands
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Ain’t they just?
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Dammnit… I wear athletic shoes all the time. Fail!
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Well, now you know.
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I love my Vans, and the quote from Conan was very sweet.
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Vans, man. I’m trying to get my co-host to purchase a pair.
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I like ranch. So does your son. He likes it a lot. And I like peanut butter sugary-ness. A lot. But you still love me! And you love your son. We win!
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It seems my lovely wife somehow posted comments without logging me out of WordPress. As a result, it looks like I am commenting all over my own blog. I am not. I DO have a sense of restraint, so IN YOUR FACE, high school guidance counselor!!
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Hi Turner, love the way you express your opinions! This one makes me think of my personal list of likes/dislikes. Hmmm…one dislike might be seeing the current year passing without receiving my ROCK GILRL CALENDAR! Hahaha!
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Ladies and gentlemen…auf Deutschland…Mister CONNY FERRIN!! (and I know. Your calendar is in a tube waiting for me to post it. I PROMISE I’ll find a way to get it out this week!)
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I’m a simple man. I wear athletic shoes most of the time when I’m not working, especially during Fall and Winter. If I’m wearing shorts, then I may wear sandals or boat shoes. And on a completely unrelated topic, I LOVE The Big Bang Theory. Guess I’m the anti-Turner. 🙂
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GAAAAHHH!! MY EQUAL AND OPPOSITE NUMBER!!!
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Dear God, Turner you are amazing! I am shocked you didn’t mention some things tho.
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Oh, I could’ve spent all day. Maybe I’ll do another one one day…
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*Dramatic music* Dun Dun Duuuun
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Very strong opinions and I love it! I too hate it when you go to a birthday party and there is no ice cream! I like ice cream, don’t like chocolate cake. Love you Turner keep them coming!
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Chocolate cake is okay…but then what kind of ice cream do you serve with it? Chocolate? FUCK NO, THAT’S TOO MUCH CHOCOLATE! Oh, my head hurts from thinking about this stuff.
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