Get it? Hyannis, Hyena… ah, fuck you.
Another day, another place to visit… and now we’re in the town of Hyannis, MA. Managed to pick up a Moleskine notebook today, after the constant recommendations from the guys over at Lifehacker to increase productivity - plus, it means that I can write down journal entries in it, and then type it up later when I get the chance. If you know me, expect to see it around from September onwards.
And I’ll start by always with pervertedness. Specifically, talking about the girl at the counter over at Barnes and Noble, reminding me once again that not only am I still single, but the females species over here in the United States are much better than the charvs and plastics we have back home. We need to export them or something, for the good of mankind before Britain implodes with inbreeding and stupidity. So to the lass in the full-length black and brown dress, the black lace collar, and the industrial bar ear piercing… congratulations. Feel proud that you’re the cutest girl I’ve seen so far this entire holiday, and you didn’t even have to wear skinny jeans. Yet another moment of a small encounter, and a person that I’ll never see again…
And before I continue being nice and calm, a big ‘fuck you’ to the woman in Best Buy today looking at me in disgust because I wouldn’t let her kid have a go of Rock Band. Why the harshness of a ‘fuck you’? Because her kid was a 6-month-old baby, for fuck’s sake! She got a go on Guitar Hero: Aerosmith later on, where her brat mashed buttons through the Xbox 360 dashboard for five minutes before throwing the controller on the ground in disgust and walking out (giving me another hackey look as well), presumably because she thought the game wasn’t ‘kid-friendly’ enough FOR A FUCKING BABY! God, people like that should go die in a gutter for stupidity or something. On a lighter side note, it was my first time playing on the drumming side of Rock Band, and despite there being no bass pedal (someone nicked it methinks), I actually enjoyed it. Remind me to live at Allan or Dan’s house in September until I get the hang of it.
I’m actually starting to like this town, mainly because I get Comedy Central on the TV (for the first time in 6 hotels, thank god!), and I get iternet access in the lobby. I might as well give a shout out to Newbury Comics nearby as well, which suprisingly manages to put both Forbidden Planet and Travelling Man to shame rather severely. There’s also a movie theater next door, and I went to see Hancock… meh. Don’t get me wrong, it’s an alright movie, but most directors (I’m looking at you, Michael Bay) think that good action sequences and shiny CGI are all that’s needed for a movie to be a box office hit nowadays (and it is, because the average movie-goer is a cockheaded moron). As far as the story goes, it’s idiotic and almost non-existant, with one plot twist halfway through not so much used as an actual plot element, but more as a reason for more fighting and CGI dazzleness. Tony Stark still kicks ass anyday, in my opinion.