....actually, just....
Want to make prick-cicle:
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Curling...I'm a fan...
...of team Switzerland....
....actually, just....
....actually, just....
Dead Boner
I had hoped for more out of a google search for this title. Oh well...so long Boner, r.i.p.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Look out sucker!
A "friend of mine" finds himself in a conundrum. His wife approached him as follows:
"I'm reading a book called 'Love Dare' and I need to ask you a question."
Stop right there.
"I'm reading a book called 'Love Dare' and I need to ask you a question."
Stop right there.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Wooooaaaaah! WTF?
http://memegenerator.net/149426/Ware-tight-jeans-fuck-women
It was a slow load, here are some examples (but there's fucking pages and pages):
I'm an now prepared to say there are things in this world I don't understand.
http://memegenerator.net/
http://memegenerator.net/Joseph-Ducreux wiki Ducreux
http://meme.boxofjunk.ws/
this one gave me: "FLYING SPAGHETTI MONSTER OR GTFO"
wiki meme
more
AHA! wiki internet meme
classic...
These people are apparently keeping track of it all: http://knowyourmeme.com/
This explains a lot.
It was a slow load, here are some examples (but there's fucking pages and pages):
I'm an now prepared to say there are things in this world I don't understand.
http://memegenerator.net/
http://memegenerator.net/Joseph-Ducreux wiki Ducreux
http://meme.boxofjunk.ws/
this one gave me: "FLYING SPAGHETTI MONSTER OR GTFO"
wiki meme
more
AHA! wiki internet meme
classic...
These people are apparently keeping track of it all: http://knowyourmeme.com/
This explains a lot.
Come on...Animal Panet? Really???
I've told this story before, probably too many times. Back in the day when music still mattered, I'd tell anyone who would listen. No one really did. This was too obscure for most. Anyway...I thought all that was over, now a new twist.
Founder of the band Big Black. The band was beyond cool. They were the noisiest, angriest, most socially relevant band to come out of the Chicago, post-punk (Touch & Go Records, etc.) era. Nobody around here knew who they were. They were low-fi, d.i.y. 20 years before it was cool. They credited their drum machine, Roland, as an artist on their albums (that's right...albums).
Here's where I lose most people I guess. Looking back, I guess it was some kind of man crush, but whatever. In the early days of email, I somehow located an address for him. (Well I think I did at least. I never actually was sure it was him.) I sent some kind of fan mail with a few questions that were vitally important to me. He sent back some horses ass answer denying he was who I was looking for (I still have the email somewhere, I need to find it). It really rubbed me the wrong way and started the hate. I think there are 4 events that ruined music for me. This, working on Lolapalooza in 1993 (Primus headline year), Cobain killing himself and then the last great hope, At The Drive-In breaking up. Sadly, and this applies to any star, if you want them to remain idolic, never speak to them or try to break the barrier of star/fan in any way. They'll only disappoint.
I remember the show at the Congress. Dude was horrible. He had a fucking gong and I don't think he ever hit it. Why the fuck did you bring it? I guess he thought he looked all Led Zep drumming in front of a gong. Anyway, fuck stick and bass player split at some point, leaving homo the drummer alone on stage. He's got this cymbal on a stand about 6 feet in the air off to the side. All of sudden like, no warning, he just kinda stops playing and goes over to air cymbal, beats it a little bit, then pours water on it, and beats it some more. I guess he was trying to...well fuck, I dunno what the fuck he was trying to do, but it was fucking GAY. Seriously one of the worst shows I've ever seen. I mean, they had the house lights full on the whole time. It was like watching the Air Force Inspirational Band play at your high school gym. QWEEEEE-R!
I used to think this guy was a god:
Founder of the band Big Black. The band was beyond cool. They were the noisiest, angriest, most socially relevant band to come out of the Chicago, post-punk (Touch & Go Records, etc.) era. Nobody around here knew who they were. They were low-fi, d.i.y. 20 years before it was cool. They credited their drum machine, Roland, as an artist on their albums (that's right...albums).
Here's where I lose most people I guess. Looking back, I guess it was some kind of man crush, but whatever. In the early days of email, I somehow located an address for him. (Well I think I did at least. I never actually was sure it was him.) I sent some kind of fan mail with a few questions that were vitally important to me. He sent back some horses ass answer denying he was who I was looking for (I still have the email somewhere, I need to find it). It really rubbed me the wrong way and started the hate. I think there are 4 events that ruined music for me. This, working on Lolapalooza in 1993 (Primus headline year), Cobain killing himself and then the last great hope, At The Drive-In breaking up. Sadly, and this applies to any star, if you want them to remain idolic, never speak to them or try to break the barrier of star/fan in any way. They'll only disappoint.
So, by the time this was going on, Big Black had long since broken up. Periodically, I would see Albini working on this CD or that CD. He'd say something pompous in an interview or put out a new (and utterly shitty) record with his new band Shellac and my hate would be refreshed. I actually went and saw them. Here's my ticket:
(B.C. - If you should happen to be reading this, don't get the wrong idea. I totally appreciated the ticket. Fugazi was good. You're the man. Thank you.)
So here's the pay off. Years have gone by without me so much as thinking twice about the douche (it's fair...he said Bush was the best band he'd ever worked with). Anyway, I'm half asleep on the couch as my wife is watching Animal Planet: Dogs 101 and who's fucking mug pops up? Fucking Albini. (segment starts at 29:27, Albini the choat chuffer starts talking at 30:48) I almost fell out of my fucking seat. The narrator calls Shellac a "popular indie rock group" that's "HUGE" in the math rock scene. What???????????? Unbelievable.
So the connector is that the dickbags in Shellac had a CD released in 2007 called "Excellent Italian Greyhound" and their gay drummer has an Italian Greyhound. (see cover)
I remember the show at the Congress. Dude was horrible. He had a fucking gong and I don't think he ever hit it. Why the fuck did you bring it? I guess he thought he looked all Led Zep drumming in front of a gong. Anyway, fuck stick and bass player split at some point, leaving homo the drummer alone on stage. He's got this cymbal on a stand about 6 feet in the air off to the side. All of sudden like, no warning, he just kinda stops playing and goes over to air cymbal, beats it a little bit, then pours water on it, and beats it some more. I guess he was trying to...well fuck, I dunno what the fuck he was trying to do, but it was fucking GAY. Seriously one of the worst shows I've ever seen. I mean, they had the house lights full on the whole time. It was like watching the Air Force Inspirational Band play at your high school gym. QWEEEEE-R!
So that's my story. I still hate Albini for that email and all the dumb shit he says. I wish he'd just go away. I take little comfort that he's cruising the channels of expanded cable now instead of the pages of Spin or Rolling Stone, cause that's where I'm at. Mother fucker is following me.
Fuck you Steve!
urbandictionary.com - helping old people understand
Heard some reference to "scene kids"...was totally lost. Thanks urbandictionary.com!
The funny thing is, I may have had an actual conversation with some teens about "scene" just a few days ago and forgot it already because I'm too old to remember shit (or maybe I just didn't give a fuck, I dunno). I'm not really sure if I did or didn't, but it seems familiar. I don't remember what I did this morning, and I sure as fuck don't remember what inspired the butt laser painting, so how the hell could I remember a conversation I had with some kids 2 whole days ago? How fortunate I ran across it again.
A doctor told me I have narcolepsy, but I've never had that verified. Maybe that's the problem. Check out Rusty and Skeeter. I remember seeing this documentary on PBS when I was a kid about narcoleptic dogs. It was fucking awesome. Dog after dog, big ones too, eating dirt in mid run. Good shit, wish I could find it on the webs.
p.s. I'd (?) Deborah Norville's (?) any day. I got nothin' today.
The funny thing is, I may have had an actual conversation with some teens about "scene" just a few days ago and forgot it already because I'm too old to remember shit (or maybe I just didn't give a fuck, I dunno). I'm not really sure if I did or didn't, but it seems familiar. I don't remember what I did this morning, and I sure as fuck don't remember what inspired the butt laser painting, so how the hell could I remember a conversation I had with some kids 2 whole days ago? How fortunate I ran across it again.
A doctor told me I have narcolepsy, but I've never had that verified. Maybe that's the problem. Check out Rusty and Skeeter. I remember seeing this documentary on PBS when I was a kid about narcoleptic dogs. It was fucking awesome. Dog after dog, big ones too, eating dirt in mid run. Good shit, wish I could find it on the webs.
p.s. I'd (?) Deborah Norville's (?) any day. I got nothin' today.
Friday, February 19, 2010
I hate blogs
I always said that.
If this ------> GAY <-------- is where I'm going to end up...then I was right, and should quit now..
If this ------> GAY <-------- is where I'm going to end up...then I was right, and should quit now..
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
CUNT!
Every now and again I see or hear a piece written by a woman who is obviously a cunt.
Here's one (text): hear the cunt! tell her cunt! story live and in the cunt! (audio)
I guarantee that at some point in her family life she has complained about not enough family dinners or not spending enough quality time together.
Here's one (text): hear the cunt! tell her cunt! story live and in the cunt! (audio)
I guarantee that at some point in her family life she has complained about not enough family dinners or not spending enough quality time together.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Oh yeah...the Archie Bowl is today.
Smart money is Saints with the points.
In case you don't know...Archie is Peyton's daddy and probably the most famous player in Saints history...so, that makes it the Archie Bowl. Go fuck yourself.
In case you don't know...Archie is Peyton's daddy and probably the most famous player in Saints history...so, that makes it the Archie Bowl. Go fuck yourself.
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