I had a bunch of my CDs stolen on my first night in Downtown Amish Country. Every once & awhile I'll stumble across something that I really miss to the point of buying it twice... I wish I could find someplace that had Bruce McCulloch albums. His albums are so well-made & hilarious... Oh Shit! Amazon's got two of them...
Pictures of Naked Chicks... Seriously... And my new outgoing voicemail message generator.
I always loved Charlton Heston when I was a kid. He was in, in my humble opinion, some of the absolutely coolest sci-fi of all time. Soylent Green, Planet of the Apes {I would watch all 5 in a row sometimes when I was a kid. I would go to Cooper Video, down the street from my house. I hung out with such frequency, that I no longer had to pay for movies, because I was such good friends with all the employees. That's when I was 14, and it's happened at several other stores since... I'm such a loser... with friends}, & The Omega Man. Now, when I see the opening sequence of Charlton cruising down abandoned city streets in a convertible with the top down, and suddenly, upon seeing a shadow, he screeches to a halt and jumps up with superhuman speed and unloads an automatic rifle he had laying on the passenger seat into an office building facade... well, the abject coolness is hard to appreciate without my snarky hipster sense of quasi-self-loathing irony bubbling on about the president of the NRA being the last man standing on the planet. Isn't that the point?
I've been learning to cook...
Does anyone else think that the laughably inept & late starting rescue efforts in New Orleans has anything to do with the fact, based on every single refugee from the storm that I've seen on TV, that a large pecentage of them are poor & black. It's not that I think W, the lil' Stinker, is doing anything so overt as holding out until he hits a quota {rebuilding the Gulf Coast as a Venice & Gommorah landbarge island of caucasian consemerism and conformity + refineries},but it seems as though a little bit of the energy we are expending in Iraq could be put to good use here... or in Haiti.... Shit, Throw a dart at a map of Africa!}. It just seems like his heart isn't really in it.
I love Reality TV. I just don't understand how Johnny Fairplay does it. I feel like I'm watching David Copperfield as I watch him hook up hand-o'er-fist.
I like reality TV because I approve of ugly people on TV. While Fairplay is no Dog, the Bounty Hunter, he's just an average goof. I think it's an important step as a culture towards digesting the ever-new media concept. When Survivor dropped, I was fascinated by watching these people learn how to become People On TV. I think I once heard a reference to how Andy Warhol said "We're supposed to be there in 15 minutes", or something about 15 minutes... No one is beyond the reach of Celebrity. It's getting to the point where we are swimming in media, and this unceasing stream of gossip will eventually breed familiarity to the point of banality. I guess I just hold the belief, though so wrong and naive, that people will eventually get bored. They talk about Brad&Jen&Jen&Ben like they're people from work. The whole world feels like 7th Grade with a LOT of money. Who's going to be class president? Like minnows, we Left-turn towards that guy... the one with the Football&Pubes. My Train of thought is derailed. Too much Planet of the Apes[Twilight Zone Remix], and I was fixing to pitch a rant. Here are pictures of a Donkey Killing a Mountain Lion... P.S. Paris is here & she's pissed that you're ugly with bad teeth...
Target had a big sale on cheesy-ass romantic comedies from the late 80's-ealrly 90's. I stocked up on some forgotten faves from pre-pubescence {I've been nothing but a bitter fuck since my nuts dropped}.
See! I was just talking about Gaots, and now they're in the news!
I also miss the only recording I've come across of Texas Gladden.
That's Alan Lomax with her. Here's a picture I've always liked of Harry Smith.
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