I first got ahold of the Butthole Surfers Locust Abortion Technician album around 1988, soon after it came out. It was a cassette actually — I was 15 and it was my sad, angry, portable medium of choice. The album opens with a rather over-wrought and way too self-satisfiedly ironic dialogue between a supposed father [...]
So, my homework this week for improv class (it’s level 4 — don’t fuck with me. I’m either a complete sucker or I’m highly advanced) is to watch some animal television. I think the ideal would be some old school lions-devouring-gazelles drama. But I tuned into Animal Planet, and what I get is a show [...]
I’m really digging last.fm lately. The song box on the right is thanks to them. It’s a great way to show people how much cooler I am than they are.
If all my friends were burns, I would have, according to friendster, 54 1st degree burns, 2882 2nd degree burns, and 93458 3rd degree burns.
I would be a sad wreck, and very likely dead. I thank my lucky stars that my friends aren’t burns.
…is this. How can you not love a site that has for its top level navigation the categories:
●Somooth Move●Soft Machine●Ample massiveness●Giantic form●Appearance/Disappear●Any place. Any time
That’s pretty much exactly how I want my obituary to read. In the future, when obituaries are done in powerpoint.