More like the Flaccid Pistols

The Sex Pistols on Jay Leno

A) They were never good to begin with. They are a boy band, and they talk shit about The Ramones.
B) This is even more pathetic than they ever were. It’s so god damned slow. John Lydon, my lord, needs to never be on a stage ever again. Him varied thrusts and nipple encirclements repulse me.
C) You may want to skip it. Save your memories, if you have them.

If you wish to wash you palette of that disgusting washed-up-punker taste, watch this shit! Back is August, Daft Punk asked everyone going to one of their shows to bring MiniDV cameras, record the performance, and send it to them. Pretty damn cool.

72dpi?

I’m gonna need a scanner. I am in love with my old-ass Polaroid camera. I have taken tons of shots with it that now dangle from wire across one of the walls of my apartment. I want to scan them, and the shots I take tonight (Which I hope will be good. It is All Hallows Eve and all that.). I suck at punctuation. I would much rather use this old thing right now than, say, some fancy-pants digital. Satisfaction is immediate. I need that shit! Nothing else is satisfying (except masturbating while listening to Mudhoney) anymore. Remember when you could, I dunno, go get a stellar ice cream from the pedo selling it out of a truck, and you were happy? I do. Knowing too much removes the fun of it all. Anyways, sidetracked, I need to go find some sort of costume.

I Want To Be Amazing!

Well, who doesn’t, really.

Vagabond

It’s in my head, you see.
The wandering.
The wanton lust to pack in my life and become one with the currents of the world.
Flow through countries like the ink of a Japanese calligraphy scroll.
I have no love, no tether, no anchor to steady me.
Perhaps my ballast resides elsewhere, and that’s why I feel adrift.

Booooring

Yes, this theme (aka layout) is boring. I realize this. I really liked my old layout, but if I wanted to, say, post a single image, it would get all goofy looking and break. Not a fan. So, for now, you get this. Don’t like it? Fuck off!.

A Public Service Announcement

I had no clue

Bela Lugosi died on my birthday. Different year of course. I just found this out today, and I feel it’s a bit more important than Elvis dying on August 16th. I guess I’ll have a new toast next year.

Attack of the Hawaiian Montrosity!

OK! Maybe it’s the best title I’ve ever had on a blog? I vote “yes”.

That’s besides the point. I had some anti-spam thing on here that was eating everything! It’s gone, and in it’s place is a much more timid and altogether wonderful moderation program. Or is it programme?

Whoops! I fucked up!

Please write things. I promise I love you and I won’t ever be bad again.

Random Phrase

When you are walking down the street and some tiny line pops into your head, what do you do? I usually let them go. Today I will write it down.

…then you walked away, and I was caught in the undertow of your ego.

Gays are precious

We set aside areas of our cities for them. We give them their own bars and almost exclusive use of “pony fetish” equipment. Now, the government finally tells us why we don’t have the Gays in the military. They are just worth too much to this nation.