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Bukkake Makes Everything OK
All Your Dreams Are Over Now
TV on the Radio = Good Live Show
(They'll be back in April)
Yeah Yeah Yeahs = Mediocre Live Show
(Don't Care Much if They Ever Do Come Back)
PSP
By the time it hits the streets this time next year it will look nothing like this.
You Know ... for Kids.
1/3 of the Hidden Cameras
It was Saturday and You left My Playstation On
... and that is the extent of it. It sounds stupid but it's the truth. I had slept for a couple of hours, woke up hungry and bitter after that night of serving a record number of single moms with loud kids with the inability to retain the simple notion that if one new release is $4.99 then two are $9.99. I groggly walked into the livingroom and Pieces of April was left on pause for (x) time. You answered me with a tone which added to my downwards domino effect. So I showered up, stayed hungry and went to work. I had one hot minute before i started my shift so I grabbed my bitter ball and blogged it. The fact is that post consists of three seperate incidents over this past half year. Not incidents but rather things that came to mind. Was it fair to select brief instances and portray you in such a way? No. I do maintain that it was a private blog and therefore needed no justification. But I'd like to end it where it began. On a blog. I apologize for the confusion. You should know that I don't bother with people I don't care for and I certainly don't have them as roomates. As for it being discovered...typical. It figures that I can't even keep a secret blog for a week.
Then there's that lame jack-off Kendall who is so full of himself. He monopolizes the computer and hides half of the dishes in his room. Never buys toilet-paper and he always leaves his shavings in the sink not to mention the CD cases scattered around the apartment covered in tobacco and stems.
The Sound of Terror
I went alone but ahd the protection of a little elf girl as I sketched until The Von Bondies rocked out with their cocks out in an amazing live show. I mean ROCKANDROLL! I'm sure Franz Ferdinand was good and great but the Bondies take the cake as coolest band of the minute. I'm talkin' so cool that I got free buttons out of it cool.
Then The Gossip played a good head-boppin' show. Beth moves like one Yazmataz.
Young People were also suppose to play but they were "sick".
Agenda: Terminate the Gays
Yet another ass-backwards republican.
Billy-Joe & Rosco's Quest for the Holy Banana
or
How to spend two and a half hours making a 7 minute short.
It'd Be Like Sleeping with Talia Shire in Rocky if You Weren't Rocky
Also a Coppola
A Crime Against Society
But not in our city. Recently the Montreal police have implemented twenty six new call codes to alert each other of antisocial behavior. Among them are codes for selling a little weed on street corners, illegal postering, the disturbing presence of bums, youth assemblies in public spaces and spitting. The next step will be to install no standing signs. Kinda like upper-state.
The Future Fame in my Head
Thanks to Aurore's crash-course in Fruity Loops 101 i'm now making mad mad beats at the expense of trial & error. Clap-clap for Superstar DJ Johhny Citrus.
Wiring a Major Issue
Look, There's Two Women Fucking a Polar Bear!
I spent half the day commuting with drunk vision. Walking through the Metro was like being surrounded by noisy colored smudges on a huge orange sponge. My brand-spanking new see-through contact lenses make every moment crisp and defined. Slightly less entertaining.
Music to Soothe the Savage Koopa Troopa
Science City Zero by Bit Shifter who uses a GameBoy.
Meeting the Agent Tonight to Evaluate the Property
Rrrr!
I Still Hear It
Slim and I were freezing, waiting for the two-oh-three to hit the local D*town bar and enjoy a little wrasslin' payperview. But back to the waiting part. We have something like ten minutes of face numbing cold to wait out and in the middle of him saying something about something, I thought I heard something. I'm following my ears over to the public trash basket and Slim's denying any noise at all until the double beeping was all too obvious. He begins to warn me not to stick my hand in there. That I might catch a weird disease or cut myself on broken glass or a discarded infected needle. I grew up in a nice quiet suburban neighborhood. Mostly older couples with pets. Lots of dogs. So there was nothing but plastic white dog shit bags. The beeping continued. Two consecutive beeps and then nothing for about one minute and then two consecutive beeps. I stick my hand in, carefully grab the neatly tied poop sacs with my fingers while wearing gloves and litter the near-by snow bank until the bus finally arrives. Late like clockwork. We both heard it, whatever it was, beep as we got on the bus.
*Wrasslin' Intermission*
The cab dropped us off at the bus stop and we walk over to the bag-littered bus stop so I can make more of a mess of the bus stop of the chronically tardy bus drivers but there was no more beeping. Had the batteries died or was there a fixed number of double beeps and then no more beeps or had some other curious cat gotten a stinkin' beepy surprise? Without the beeping I was discouraged to bother.
What five fingers can't get done, don't get done
If Eduardo Risso drew an intense blaxploitation version of The Shawshank Redemption and made a movie based on it you would get Penitentiary.
The Beefcake's Blow
In the late eighties this guy would strut down to the ring, slap a sleeper hold on his opponent until they passed out cold, then he would chop off their hair. In the early nineties his face was reconstructed with plates and bolts after a freak parasailing accident. Now the IRS is after him for $53 000 and he's suspended without pay from his job as a Boston subway fare collector after cocaine turned up Sunday afternoon on the counter of a Downtown Crossing fare booth, prompting an emergency hazmat response. He came clean to police dispelling fears of terrorism.
Nap Time
Hai Loathes The Vatican
"I say fuck you to the Vatican Mafia. Fuck you."
Jesus Like Jacko
I Think We Agree, The Past Is Over
Cool! Thanks Dad
We each got one. Mine was like a sleek and curvy neo-swastika. As kids we spent many un-supervised days throwing them as hard as we could at trees and into the ground. They weren't very sharp, they would rarely stick into the tree's bark. I did manage to stab my brother in the calf with it. I was aiming about meter in front of him but it ricochet off the pavement and lodged itself no more than half an inch into his calf. He screamed like a banshee.
This Took Entirely Too Long
Red-Yellow-Green-Red-Blue-Blue-Blue-Red-Purple-Green-Orange-Yellow-Red
Wacky Packs
Loafing Cow Cheese
It's a Slobberknocker
Oooh Yeah! Dig It!
Aftermath * Shady * G-Unit * Madness
snapintoaslimjim
Deetaown
Moving Picture Previews
Slim's Day
" Last week I did an install at Tommy Hilfinger's mansion and I dunno why but like once we got back to the shop, Mitch gave me another raise for firing Dino three weeks in a row and then they made me president of the company. They even gave me my own truck. Now Sharon who just broke up with her boyfriend wants to jump my bones.
I dunno why?"
Cut. It. Out.
The year was 1987, I was 8 and Full House funny man Dave "uncle Joey" Coulier was the funniest man god had ever created. I found the address to where his fan mail should be directed and wrote him a letter about how much he cracked me up and that he was second only to Eddie Murphy. Six to eight weeks later I received a postcard with this picture on it thanking me for my letter and wishing me the best. Apparently he's still alive and kickin'. Ask Bunny about it.
Time to Draw
Growing a Beard is Itchy
Sometimes you can't hear me, because sometimes I am in
parenthesis. My vanishing point is at a 20 degree decline, I look up, chin tucked in slightly.
Lip My Stocking
The big bucks are in candy. Ya got that kid, candy. The sweeter the more probable your chances at amassing a small fortune. Before long you'll be kickin' it in the Caribbean, thinking to yourself: "Marcellus Wallace was right."
Click here and here.
Not Sammy Davis Jr. After All
To get the right answers you have to ask the right people.
As did this 1/4 black-german-irish-french-white guy.
And I've learned a new word today.
Ankylosing Spondylitis:
Ankylosing means fusing together. Spondylitis indicates inflammation of the vertebrae. Both words come from the Greek. So, AS describes the condition by which some or all of the joints and bones of the spine fuse together. Entire fusing of the spine is unusual. Many people will only have partial fusion, sometimes limited to the pelvic bones.
Thanks Ma!
Pavlov's Tissue
Raoul didn't use the key so I had to give a sick Day credit.
It is what it is, which is to say it is not sad, gloomy, negative nor nihilistic but rather actual, factual, sobering and realistic.
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The PLAYERS
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Christine the Superstar
Theresa in Turkey
The Long Haul
Blue
Way of the North
Skylar
Bunny McIntosh
Brand Trueboy
Raymi the Minx
Young Liars
Rhetoric Pig
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