Play that Sour Stick, proudly

I am back. No time to post yesterday, not that I had anything post-worthy. Then again, when has that simple fact ever stopped me from posting? We had the Lad's school concert. He was up playing his "sour stick" with his class. The "sour stick" is his recorder because the sounds that he has been making with it are rather sour. I am not sure about the recorder as an instrument, though. It may have been something during medieval times, but we have come a long way since then.

I am thinking that they have to update the damn instrument. I mean if they are able to use the fife then at least they have moved forward a few centuries. It has to be better than the recorder.

It is not only the sounds that he makes with it that bother me so. It is just a collector of spit, his spit. If he plays for a long time, read 5 minutes, spit starts to drip out the end (at least, I hope it is spit, now that I think about it.) It is disgusting as he leaves a puddle of saliva on the table. I have to make him play over the sink. It was like when he was still a baby and learned how to crawl. He was always a happy kid, still is, so he would smile and laugh a lot. When ever he had a cold and had to breath from his mouth, the drool would just slide on out. So as he crawled around, he would leave a trail of slime, just like a.......snail (you can fill in the thought there with whatever disgusting image you have, I know I have mine but have too much class to mention it here.)

I just laughed myself silly with that thought. "Too much class", who the fuck am I kidding? I am just thinking that there is no point going for maximum offensiveness when I cannot see the look on the face of the people that I have offended or disgusted. It takes the fun out of doing.

Well, the concert, if one can call it that, was okay. All the classes, all three who performed, had two songs. That was not too bad. Then it was the choirs' turn. They did about 5 songs too many. I think they did 5 songs. I just wanted to go home and take out the trash. That is where my mind was at after the Lad had finished. I mean it is difficult enough to sit and listen to "crap" (I do not want to disparage the effort and practice that went into it, but they needed more time and even then I do not know if that would have really helped) when it is your own child being part of it, but to listen to other kid's crap? I am just not engaged. I was barely engaged by the Lad's class. Then again, I am a selfish prick, so that would explain that.

Just so you understand, I call myself a selfish prick, but I am not bothered by it. It is what it is. I am not ashamed, though some would tell me that I should be. Of course, they are the same people who want something from me, so the attempt at guilt, while futile, is understandable. They just do not know how to appeal to me. They cannot read me or are incapable of reading other people. Narcissistic idiots is what they are, but of course, too unaware to see the truth because it does not match their self image or what they want others to see them as.

Well, fuck 'em all is what I say. Then again, I do not know if I have the time, not to mention the "jam". On that happy note, I am going to run. Ciao!