My father's family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip. So, I called myself Pip, and came to be called Pip.My first name is Philip, so I got tagged with a nick-name the day we read that sentence in class. And oh boy did they tag me. They were brutal, merciless motherfuckers that verbally abused me with variations of that nickname. I was the smallest kid in a freshman class at an all-boys Catholic High School. Let your imagination run wild, and I'll wish things were that nice.
I obviously grew to hate this nickname, but there was nothing I could do about it. High School ended, and I thought it was done and gone. I moved on to college, where I received other nick-names that were given by friends as a sign of familiarity and tribal membership. Nick-names that felt comfortable. Well college ended badly. And those people rapidly fell from my life.
About this time South Park came along. I was a very early adopter of the show having seen the more common version of the "Pilot" episode while at college. Once I heard it was getting picked up I told all my local friends about it. And the newer friends I had made at the department store where I worked watched the show. It was great! Until episode four. Where they introduce a fictional character that changed my life.
"Big Gay Al's Big Gay Boat Ride" - Pip is the only football player without a helmet, despite his constant pleas to Chef. He fills in for Stan during the homecoming game and is beaten up by the Middle Park team.I was re-tagged. But this time in the second manner. After desperately trying to flee this nickname for 3 1/2 years of high school, I decided to embrace it this time. I felt that if it came back, that it would come back again. It was hopeless and I gave up fighting it.
A few years later, still in the dark ages of the internet, before Myspace and Facebook, I was a member of an infamous message board. A place where I said some incredibly stupid things, and for which I apologize if you were offended. I was either goofing off or not in control of my emotions. Neither are acceptable excuses, but are explanations and a sign that I have grown a bit. But buried within the not offensively stupid things, I felt was a small strain of genius. And from those small lines came Pip's Bad Ideas. This is where I goof off and release steam. This is my sandbox, my playground, and will never ever be a serious place. Unless I am seriously geeking out over something.
I hope you enjoy my madness and insanty. Or my lame attempts at humor. This is breeding ground of other places I post online. If I have a home elsewhere, odds are it had it's start here.
These ideas are bad, and they are mine. I am proud of them. And if no one ever reads this blog again, I can live happily knowing I expressed my thoughts my way.
Thanks for reading,