Archive for November, 2007

Nov 30
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Nov 29
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Song of the Week

Weird by Menomena.

It’s hard to take risks

I’m feeling that disgusting acceptance of the routine and banal set in. Must… shake… this… feeling.

Nov 28
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The Cave Singers

I think Tennessee foothills haunted by Bob Dylan’s ghost. Whatever I think, it’s good music. I bought it direct from the label. It got here about a week ago. And, of course, just after I discover it, I find they were in town just a few weeks ago.

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Nov 21
Patton Oswalt

I haven’t heard standup this good since Bill Hicks. There, I said it. I had watched a couple episodes of Comedians of Comedy, but it wasn’t until I saw Sex and Death 101 that I finally decided to check out one of his albums. It’s a sort of nerdy intelligentsia, complete with seemingly drug-aided pop-culture references.

“If the apocalypse happens, it doesn’t have to be all bad, here’s how you can make it work for you. And you’ll know when it’s happening because, ZOMBIES. If the apocalypse happens, then it means that I’m wrong and there is a God and there is an afterlife. But here’s the good news: in the afterlife, like in Heaven you’ll be in the fuckin’ VIP section of eternity! Cause everyone up there is like ‘Hey, how’d you die?’ And they’re like ‘Bus accident,’ and ‘How’d you die?’ And they’re like ‘Fire ants.’ Then they go ‘How’d you die, man?’ ‘How’d I die? In the fuckin’ apocalypse! Oh my God, it was awesome! I’m in the velvet rope section of eternity! You should’ve fuckin’ been there man, fuckin’ volcanoes came out of the ground and spewed menstrural blood into the sky, and then it formed into Avril Lavigne’s face, and she recited the ‘Good Will Hunting’ screenplay, then the words turned into sentient razors and they bored into your flesh, George Bush was president and mediocrity held sway!’”

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Nov 20
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Rouge Wave

Baby wants to get in the money
Oh she wants to share it with me
On Tuesdays we go walking,
Talking about another degree

You can’t stop kicking my heart out
And you’re a practical mess

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