boobletunger

don't know what that title means.

This is funny. from Atrios

my whole body is hurting lately. neck, back, stomach, arms, legs. most of my face. i don't know if it's getting better. this may be as good as it gets, and tomorrow will be worse.

who can say.

i need to fish. not fishing is making me want to punch people in the face. if you have HBO or something like that on cable, you can get the OnDemand shit for free for whatever pay channel you have. i watched Louis CK last night and he's fucking hilarious, highly reccommend. he actually made my friend joey nearly choke on his beer with a joke, which is awesome.

Monday Lyric?

"Mistakes & Regrets" (Video)
...And You Will Know Us By the Trail of Dead...
Madonna

If I could make a list
Of my mistakes and regrets
I'd put your name on top
And every line after it

Because every inch of hope
Becomes a world of shame
I've had to walk through
Each and every day

And if I screamed "you were wrong"
At the top of my lungs
It would never return
All the faith that I've lost

Because there is nothing left to say
That has not been said
If I shouted, you wouldn't listen
I dought it'd even sink in

If you forget how to feel
Reach inside your chest
Is there a heart beating?
Is there just emptiness?

Amazing band I kind of stumbled into since I listen to no radio. Well, NPR.

chog for bloice

today is the anniversary of roe v. wade, and i'm bloggin for choice, as ikoi said to do. if i could, i would have chosen to go back in time, and tell my last night self not to drink so much and end up horking on my bathroom floor. i have not done that crap in a long ass time. surprising. i didn't even think i had that much to drink. maybe it's a giant tumor.

i'm still a little loopy, i'll try to do a better post later. hungover, got to work late (at all), blah blah blah

here's a better blog than mine

UPDATE: Dude, it could totally be liver failure too. sheesh! Here, do this.

Saveroe.com

so good

Colbert at last year's White House Correspondents' Dinner.
As Atrios noted earlier...it seems even gnarlier now. Total evisceration. Colbert just recently beat the holy hell out of Dinesh D'souza, that total scumbag. it was nice to watch.

Watch it, and stand in awe of Colbert's massive, massive balls. The press conference skit was only so-so, but ripping the President that bad while he's sitting right there. Awesome.

random fridayity

the implications of me posting a link to American Conservative magazine are staggering. Staggering. But this article is pretty good despite some standard con stupidity. snagged from Wolcott:

A secular value system is of course no guarantee against injustice and brutality, but then neither is Christianity. America’s antebellum plantation owners found solid support for slaveholding in their cherished Bible, to name just one group of devout Christians who have brought suffering to the world.

Escondido caught fire about ten minutes after i left the exact area yesterday! I was taking elise home from the doctor and drove by this joint. a bit later, fwoosh! big burny! scary. luckily no one got hurt. i saw lance who noted they were having trouble selling those condos, and he feels someone lit it up to avoid taking a bath on the project. the TV news said it was being treated as a "crime scene" but we'll see. arson investigators are pretty good at finding out how fires start, so i'm thinking we'll know. i hope it's marie waldron, and they lock her racist, homeless-hating ass up for 50 years. i doubt it though. i get to dream don't i?

in kingdom of loathing there's an area thats up above the clouds, and you can go to a spot called the hole in the sky to fight constellations. not kidding. all the constellations are named after penis jokes, like the hooded warrior and skinflute, complete with constellation-style pics in KoL style (ie stick figures, which constellations generally are anyways, if you have a crazy head). i don't know what i'm getting at, but it made me laugh.
go play KoL, i'm grabulater. send me a message. fun times.

also, both lance and jerm told me that their show on saturday, at distinction gallery, went over very well. outside, cold, people dancing and yelling for more. not bad. apparently it was viewed by a mr. jim traeseger, of the north county times. lance is the drummer for, and jeremy the bassist for, the bologna ponies. they play a kind of insane circus music that's a blast to listen to. i've read this guy's crap op-eds for a while now, and he's generally a huge d-bag. he's in the "entertainment" section and yet constantly writes political op-eds. listen jim, i can get bad opinion on stuff the writer knows jack shit about from my own website, i don't need your help. clam up already. i heard from a few people that apparently, after watching the show, he was gathering info from the manager of the gallery. he did a little research into the name of the band and realized, my goodness! it's a slang term for a penis! this apparently was too much for ol' jim to handle, and after a nice lie-down and some xanax he decided not to review the band. funny if true.
i have no idea how to spell chante's name:

wild

So...leaving now is disastrous. but staying is disastrous.
So we can't leave, because it would wreck everything, but staying longer will just wreck it worse.

these fuckers have completely screwed everything up. i say leave now. at least a few more of our brave people won't be killed in that quagmire. leave now and get someone mildly competent to run things.

just thonkin

last night, at o'sullivans for keri's birthday, i had a creamer in my hand, one of those little plastic tubs with ridged sides that you can do so many fun tricks with. i was tryin to come up with a trick, but i didn't want to get cream everywhere. i flicked it like a coin with my thumb across the table, and it landed exactly in a glass of water. that was neat.

a couple weeks ago elise and i were shooting at each other with those foam disc guns, and i shot one from my gun into the slot on her gun. my stepdad saw it (i had seen it but thought i was imagining things. that happens a lot) and yelled.


have you ever been lying in bed with someone, and they're facing you, think reverse-spooning, and you aren't quite ready to sleep, but they're out and moving would be hard, and they have maybe some funny-smelling breath, and you don't want to smell it the whole night. so you synchronize your breathing, breathing in when they breathe in, etc? or if they smell awesome, you do the opposite, breathing in when they breathe out, so as to maximize the breath-smelling going on? i do.

how come christmas trees so often go from an object of love to one of hate? about now, when some people (pointing at my office, where the kindling-dry tree still sits) still have them up, and they are dropping needles at an alarming rate. any spark in the vicinity would re-create the scene from Christmas Vacation. from such a tender symbol to pure hatred. like parents or co-workers.

yesterday i stole a basket from my office that had pears, apples, tiny cookies, sausage, cheese, and the most random square of yellow...cake? cornbread? i dunno. it was just stuck on the side of this odd basket. also, there were chocolate balls. none of it has tasted good so far. that basket: a disappointment.

crazy blog violence

i read a book a little bit ago about the turn of the century, specifically the twentieth to the twenty-first, the proud tower. at the time anarchism was coming into its own as a worldwide political force. the author, Barbara Tuchman, made a point comparing the propaganda of the word, and the propaganda of the deed, noting how intellectuals would goad and encourage the...less mentally gifted...adherents to acts of appalling violence against symbols of the old order. the rightwing blogs strike me as a place for that kind of behavior...one or two clever fools like the people who run LGF or freep, setting up a crock pot (appropriate!) and letting weaker personalities simmer in their violent hateful language. I'm thinking that at some point in the next couple years there could be a crazy incident (i have no inside info or anything, i'm just cogitating and prognosticating) where a blog-follower does something sick or violent that starts a whole new round of navel-gazing in regards to blogs in the press.
i mean, they're already blowing up gov't buildings and sniping doctors among other things. what's to stop 'em? especially as a propaganda move as bush starts to fail more vividly and the press actually mentions it. amazing. how about a lyric?

Palace Brothers
"Lost Blues & Other Songs"

(adapted from the traditional Scottish folk song Lach Tay Boat Song)

When it's time from work to go, and in my boat I row
'Cross the muddy Ohio, when the evening light is falling
And I look towards Floyd's Knobs, where the afterglories glow
And I dream on two bright eyes with a merry mouth below
She's my beauteous Katerina, she's my joy and sorrow too
Though I know she is untrue, oh but I cannot live without her
For my heart's a boat in tow and I'd give the world to know
If she means to let me go as I sing the whole day through

Katerina, your lovely hair has more beauty, I declare
Than all the tresses there from Smoke Town to Oldham County
Be it black, red, gold, or brown, let them hang to lengths below
They mean not as much to me as a melting flake of snow
And her dance is like a gleam of the sunlight on the stream
And the screeching blue jays seem to form her name when screaming
But my heart is full of woe, for last night she made me go
And tears begin to flow as I sing the whole day through

Palace is funny in that rarely are their albums released under the same name. Mainly it's Will Oldham, a singer/songwriter/actor etc who's pretty fuckin amazing. I've got CDs by Will Oldham, "Bonnie" Prince Billy, Palace Music, Palace, Palace Brothers, and Palace Songs. I think I've got a couple others too, not sure.
I'd recommend this album, Lost Blues & Other Songs, to anyone who's even vaguely interested. I believe it's iTune-able as well.

Happy Hump Day!

killing dissent

Read the "anti-detective" story of Anna Mae Aquash(more info) (yet more). She was a mother, wife, and active American Indian Movement member and is believed to have been killed for her activities, either by government agents or their proxies. Steve Hendricks' "An Unquiet Grave" (click here for a chapter 1 PDF, it's amazing) documents some of the struggle of the time. It's appropriate (as Jesus' General notes) during the weeklong deification ceremonies for late President Ford, that we remember that the great healer lead a goverment perpetrating viscious crimes, and covering them up, with the same effort as Nixon's.

I think it's about time for people to stop being ruly.

so fucked up

our country is so fucked up right now. case in point: "Don't ask, don't tell" vs. "Defense of Marriage".

No one, not one single person, has ever once put forward a valid reason to keep gay men and women from having the same benefits as straights. not once. never. you know why? It's not because it's a secret. It's because there is not one single reason. It's just fucking assholes who either hate gay people, or love having someone to hate due to the shitty exclusivity clauses in their idiot religions, or people who are too stupid to think about it on any deeper level than "Eww! Butt sex is gross! But two chicks....yowza!"

The "defense of marriage" people are the most sickening of all, frankly. there's nothing to defend. nothing's being attacked, except their feelings of superiority. They need someone to hate, and if gays have all the same rights they can't look down on them. It's as simple as that. Tiny-minded people who desperately need to feel special. "Defense of my unwarranted feelings of specialness" is what they should call their shit-parade.

personally, I don't believe government should be involved in marriage at all, period. Government should offer services of contract to all consenting adults who ask for it. there can be pre-existing types of contracts, but thats where the gov's definition should end. after that, call it what you want. do these asshole "social conservatives" really want goverments telling them what marriage is? aren't these "government is the problem" people? what the fuck is going on? After you've determined your property and custody rights through contracts you can have any kind of stupid ceremony you like. as if marriage is somehow sacred in this country. I can prove it's not. What's sacred is between people as individuals. trying to legislate that is a sick fucking waste of our time.

what's going on is they know they're advancing a hate agenda, and they've got some part of their conscience nipping at them, and they must hide it by being louder and nastier than the next guy. plus most of those preachers are deviants, which is what they consider gay people, so they've got some significant cognitive dissonance going on as well.

"Hey you homos! You don't deserve equal rights because you're sinners!"
"Father, is that...is that a chicken underneath your robes?"
"..."
"Lord preserve us! The holy father's fucking a chicken at the homo-funeral protest! He's built some kind of automatic chicken-fucking device and he's wearing it under his priest-robes! Ahh!"
"Be calm my flock! All is well! I didn't do anything with the chicken, I'm just...trying to keep it warm."
"But your penis is inside of it right now. I mean, the device is actually in operation at this moment. The chicken seems quite disinterested, however...wait a minute...that's....that's...A ROOSTER!!! Father! You're fucking a MALE ANIMAL! I mean, beastiality is forgivable, but being gay? Come on!"
"Wait a second there...wait...almost...oh yeah, all done. Let me put this chicken away. I'll talk to you later Clucky. Of course I'll call! See ya baby."


okay, that was terrible.

oy

these are our dead

bush sent them to their deaths. now he wants to send even more troops. his "surge" is an escalation, and any trooper that goes there is not likely to come back.

impeachment time is now.

happy new year

weird time of the year for a new year to roll in, eh? why not make the calendar flip in the summer, when you can be outside and have a good time? stupid ancient pagan festivals. bah.