Mighty Mighty Bosstones “Don’t Know How to Party” video featured on 120 Minutes, 1993
I was just listening to this. His voice makes MY throat hurt.
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Mighty Mighty Bosstones “Don’t Know How to Party” video featured on 120 Minutes, 1993
I was just listening to this. His voice makes MY throat hurt.
Trans Woman Dares Bible-Quoting Councilman to Stone Her to Death
dragged
Chinese worker in a factory that makes Santa Hats.
Welcome to hell.
If you read the article you’ll find that he’s wearing the hat because if he doesn’t his hair will turn red.
I’m not one for gushing platitudes or optimism or hope. It typically leads to disaster.
But I will say that 2014 was weird as fuck and I’m glad it’s over.
It wasn’t a bad year, but it was just a really, really fast, really fucking strange year that led to weekly realizations that made me say things like, “Jesus, this year is fucking weird”.
Most years since college ended in 1999 were pretty uneventful. They all just sort of blended together. 2011 I got married. And then back to blurry. But 2014 was the year that felt like it lasted 4 months and ended with a shrug. The kind of shrug that says, dunno, don’t care, fuck off, not my problem.
So, 2015 will slide into the frame and we’ll see what happens.
In spite of what you’ve been told about Elvis
the good die old and helpless
In hobbie hats and armchair football scarves
for the big match with Antartic thistle
They didn’t catch the half time whistle
when they wheeled on the pop music stars
with their pop music guitars
And they were singing
1,2,3, happy neighbourhood
Do re me, so far so good
Because life, Mrs. Brown
It’s just one big knees up
A night on the town, a storm in a teacup
(More like a teacup in a storm)
Where are the songs about boozers and buildings
banning the bomb and abusing the children
who’ll one day be pop music stars
with their pop music guitars
And they’ll be singing
1,2,3, happy neighbourhood
Do re me, so far so good
Carter the Unstoppable Sex Machine
qft:
What I’m listening to right now:
In spite of what you’ve been told about Elvis
the good die old and helpless
In hobbie hats and armchair football scarves
for the big match with Antartic thistle
They didn’t catch the half time whistle
when they wheeled on the pop music…
Darkness on the edge of town, Patrick Joust
That is DARK. Damn.
I just ordered actual VW Golf floormats for the new car. WHO AM I?
Just ordered dog toothpaste for old chuckles the beast!
I’m not too concerned about his terrible breath, he is a dog after all, but dammit, the procedure is going to be fucking hilarious and that’s what I’m in for, comedy.
here’s to enjoying good company and taking a break from the daily fight
It’s… Soul Finger… by The Bar-Kays!
Gremlins (1984)
What a fun movie. I had to wait to see it on tape.
Deagle… Deagle, Deagle, Deagle…
Poltergeist (1982)
Speilberg totally ripped this off an episode of ‘The Twilight zone’ but that’s okay. I like both.
This movie is the only movie that really makes me scared.
They call me coffee cuz I grind so fine
They call me coffee I keep you up past 2 am
They call me coffee because I’m really bitter and most people don’t like me without changing some aspect of what I am
They call me coffee because between here and South America, dozens of strangers have their hands all over me.
They call me coffee because I’m in a cup.
oh, I have one of those!
On paper the war is ending, but it isn’t *really* ending. But that’s neither here nor there.
The war is ending there. A war that was started as a knee jerk reaction to a terrible tragedy.
The response was hubris manifested as a ground war in a country where the most capable and technologically advanced military that has ever existed was losing to people who literally dwell in caves.
There is no responsible end to a war, any war. The country was fucked up before and now it’s even more fucked up. There are people who have been born around the world and in both the US and Afghanistan who have been alive as long as the war has been going on and have no inkling of a world without perpetual war.
It’s finally ending. I remember the day it started and that was a very dark, very strange time. But the U.S. response was painfully bungling and disastrously misguided.
There will be criticism of how it ended, why and when. They will point to the current administration and blame them because that country is a wreck of epic proportions. But we can’t forget what got us and the world into this clusterfuck, hubris mixed with a healthy dose of idiocy. All those flags waving in our face blinded us to the fact that a war on an intangible is impossible and un-winnable.
We went in dropping million dollar bombs on people who can stop an entire military convoy for hours on end by firing one bullet. If this war showed us anything it is that the Afghan people are highly adaptable, resourceful, and incredibly intelligent. We were the raiders not the heroes. We were raging a war against people who only saw is as the enemy, not the liberator. We were the bad guy.
It was an unjust war. It was a war that never should have happened just like the war in Iraq. It has been constant war for 13 years in a country that the Soviets couldn’t conquer. The Bush administration was in the wrong. This isn’t about Republican versus Democrat, Left against Right, it is about the plain and simple fact that the Bush administration led us willing astray and played us like a cheap guitar.
What the fuck?
I saw gas at $2.15 the other day, and it made me break out in a cold sweat. This makes me incredibly uncomfortable. Feels like very bad things are coming.
We saw $1.76 today.
The end is nigh.
Supply met the demands of the company rather than actual demand which bursts the bubble every… single… time.
It’s just bad business to crank production this high. It is short sighted and just plain stupid. No one stopped to think what this would do to the WORLD’S economy and no one is thinking of what will happen next. That the worst case scenario is probably real.
The consumer is pleased as punch, but the company is suddenly panicking and instead of having a metered response about what to do next it’s just going to react.
I never thought I’d see gas for less than $2.00 ever again in my lifetime. So what happens now?
many saying they hadn’t heard an artist this profound since Al B. Sure.
New York. Shoe Maker’s Convention, Madison Square Garden, circa 1910.
Also known as CORDWAINER-CON and not to be confused with COBBLER-CON which took place a week later.
That’s the sun rising in SF, FYI.
There is no sun in St. Louis. Just a smear of depressing anti-color. The color of caked on eyeshadow on the streetwalker of a post-industrial wasteland.
Very strange, very dark times.
Chuckles was very leery of Inflatable Santa.
An accurate depiction of Christmas this year.
rhyming couplet written by craigslist
St. Louis is known for its poetry.
I snapped two photos of two photos of The Strangelet while at her parents house but I’m respecting her wishes and not posting them to the Internet.
So…
Imagine two press photos of Claire Danes from My So-Called Life. Same face, same hair. 90’s overall type attire. Distant/puzzled/forlorn/angst-ridden unfocused stare toward something just down and to the right of the camera lens…
Ever want to find yourself awake for another hour and forty five minutes even though you’re exhausted? Pop this gem up on the old Netflix. It isn’t action packed. There aren’t any explosions. You won’t be able to turn it off and it will hurt.
Misty Copeland, “an unlikely ballerina,” who went from poverty to making history, as “only the second black woman in the history of the American Ballet Theatre to gain the status of soloist.”
She’s a badass.
I want her body. Ahem… Let me be more clear… I want to be built like her.
I guess I’m going to need to start hitting the gym like I used to but this time while wearing pointe shoes and leaping everywhere.
Are you fucking kidding me
the second to last pic tho
Pure genius. It’s the simplest ideas that are the most hilarious.