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Rough weekend. A surly geriatric tried to scrap with me at an ART opening. Actual qute:"You wanna go? I'll go right here!" I just grinned red faced, and tipped my glass towards him with a nod. KJP hooked her arm into the crook of mine and whisked me away. If you have to be taken out of a situation, it's best to do with a pretty girl on your arm...
I'm just going to clean out my temporary bookmarks folder in the order I find them, as I want to take a nap.
Russian Pictures for all types.
People using Scratch & Sniff technology for evil.
Brian Eno is selling lots of Gear. I'm looking in your direction, Yo.)
Cheesecake.
It's sad to think about a generation that feels nothing when they look at this page.
Banterist sell his leather pants. Gets press.
Porn Posters... what!?
Bunuel Posters.
Pictures of drugs. Time to change the desktop wallpaper, Brah!
Tell me you couldn't see her eating your children.
Bad Hair Cuts on MySpace, with comparisons to Marvel Comics Characters. Comic book Nerd, or not, it's funny.
Every flight in America within a 24 hour period condensed to 60 seconds. That reminded me of a song by Die Toten Hosen that I would rock in High School. I gave away to some Dumb kid. "Jede Minute ist ein ganses Jahr/ Jede Secunde... Ein Monat!"
If you're already sick of the Russian/drug-themed desktop you put up a minute ago, Surrealism is Norman Rockwell in Earmuffs fishing Blue Lobsters for Tomato Cans in the Summer, and grinning...
People always talk about the dangers of exposing children to violent and sexual imagery in their media. Granted, I don't feel comfortable swimming because I saw Jaws when I was 5 or so. That was the same year that I saw Halloween. My folks were fine with death, but they'd cover my ears if someone said Bowels. At the rate children are acclimating themselves to the visceral fake realities of media culture, show them Psycho in the womb. The real dangers are the seemingly innocuous but, by extension, more formative swill we shovel into their little bowls. Bad guys lose. Good guys win, and again by extension, win possession of the girl. It's all going to work out, and true love exists. I hate to sound like a lemon, but true love exists when two people are mutually dissatisfied and they bear with it. If it's not about fucking or obsession or possession, then it won't last. Walt Disney ruined my life...
On a lighter childhood note, I found a picture of one of the villians from the new Spider-Man flick. I'm stoked, because the Sandman is classic Spidey Foe, yo.
Cyndi Lauper has a new album dropping on Tuesday. The last one was mostly Jazzy Ballads. It even featured a duet with Tony Friggin' Bennett. Sam Cooke never understood why paople went so apeshit for someone that sang offkey. Oh Well. It's like I always say about cooking. When you're dealing with an impossible ingredient, deepfry it.
Russian Paint by Numbers Porn.
I've been at work since 4:30. I got home at noon. Between the intense labor, lack of sleep, and factory air, I feel drunken. Bear with me. I, myself am gonna ride the train. It will be nice to have a hangover that consists of feeling rested and renewed. People will comment "you don't look like shit.Well, not total shit." Flatterers...
As a recap, I'm home, awake, and thoroughly befuddled. I've been listening to the excellent Chinese Rock post on WFMU. Go download songs by NO. I like very much.
I'm going, I hope, to Blington this weekend. I commissioned a portrait of KJP, and I need to pick it up from Amor Loco. When I go, I think I'm going to rent a hotel room. That way, I won't have to sleep on a couch+I'll have Hi-Wi-Fi. I'm going swimmingin the pool, too. I'm going to swoop up anything of mine left in that place. I'll give my friends a squeeze and a solid wish, and that's it for Blington, for me. I'll eschew the flowing Pagan Sun God robes in that swimming hole, but I will come up for air and be new.
Swimming...
I could have worse hobbies...
Our favorite son of Krypton, Kal-el, and I were discussing instrument names as names for children {Don't worry. I'm not pregnant}. We got about as far a Gamelan and Banjo.Howzabout Sosso Balaphone?
