in order to know why i am how i am, you need to know my family. i've never really understood that in full until tonight at dinner.

for one reason or another, my family likes to repeat things a lot. now, i know that i do that, but i've always thought that it was in an endearing aaron sorkin kind of way or in a way that emphasizes my point. well, tonight i came face to face with hereditary repetition. there was a very interesting scene that began when my grandfather asked for the russian salad dressing.
"the russian salad dressing?" my aunt asked for clarification purposes. my grandfather, who is hard of hearing, didn't understand what she said.
"the russian salad dressing!" he said, louder.
"he wants the russian salad dressing," my grandmother translated.
"the russian salad dressing!" my grandfather yelled.
"i think he wants the ranch," i said jokingly, reaching for the ranch. that was a bad idea.
"no, the RUSSIAN SALAD DRESSING," my grandmother said.
"RUSSIAN SALAD DRESSING!" my grandfather screamed.
"we heard you!" my grandmother yelled at him. "the russian salad dressing!!!" it was at this point that my aunt got up to get several advils and muttered something about drinking heavily.

that is only one instance of the ridiculous repetitious nature we have. perhaps it's because, like myself, my family believes that everything they have to say is so important that it's worth saying multiple times. my grandfather tells the same story three times in an hour. the second, third, or fourth time, it usually begins with a "...so yeah," and repeats the point of the story, followed by a few additional details, so as not to make the repetition frivolous.

i believe very strongly in repetition. one must get their point across, whether it's for emphasizing the importance, or just making sure you're heard. i see now that i've received this beautiful gift from my dad's side of the family, and i like it very much.

to tie in the subject of this blog, do not go and see "deuce bigalow: european gigolo." i know this sounds like common sense. however, if you mildly enjoyed "...male gigolo" and found "...european gigolo" at the local dollar theater, you might just be inclined to go and watch it. i promise you, no matter how cheap it is or how little there is to do in your current town, it is not worth it. i should have known better than to waste $1.50 on THE SEQUEL TO DEUCE BIGALOW. god.

i've had a lot of time on my hands in mormon city, utah, and i found a very inexpensive copy of "the essential journey." let me tell you, journey fucking rocks. and if you have anything to say to the contrary, keep it to yourself.

jesus i love shitty music. where did this come from? i say, where did this come from?

my family, most likely.


the winds of change are blowing pretty hard today,
clifford.