Lepers and All the Rest

Man, I really don't ever update this blog anymore (this is not only an obligatory statement that one who maintains a blog must say at least once in the course of said blog's lifetime, but also the sad truth). I'm not sure why not. Mainly because of this: I don't have anything to say. So I'll just link to a bunch of YouTube videos that I looked at while writing this. Oh also, that picture is me making a leper pretty; I think I did a good job.

The end. Of everything. Ever. So many good videos though!

Crashes and Mix

This is a very special post because it is the first time I've used Photoshop instead of MS Paint (not something I plan to do often; me 'n the Paint gotz histories, I can't just turn my back on him now...) and because I am actually going to try and edit with HTML^! ZOMG ITZ 2 KEWL! Well, anyway, here is the playlist to a mix that I made the other day because I really don't have much to say.

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MY MIX

The Misfits
Where Eagles Dare


The Saints (I'm) Stranded


The Dicks Dicks Hate
the Police


Bikini Kill Rebel Girl


Fang Money Will Roll


Black Flag My War


The Germs Circle One


Void Organized Sports


Big Black Kerosene


Wipers Return of the Rat


Flipper Nothing


Crass Do They Owe Us
a Living?


Reagan Youth New
Aryans


MDC John Wayne Was
a Nazi


Mars Helen Forsdale


Crime San Francisco's
Doomed






Huggy Bear Herjazz


Bad Brains Banned in D.C.


Crucifucks Hinkley Had
a Vision


D.O.A. I Don't Give a Shit


Stick Men with Ray Guns
I'll Kill Mother


Fugazi Repeater


Urinals I'm a Bug $


Necros Conquest for Death


Husker Du Indecision Time


Negative Approach Ready
to Fight


Alternative T.V. You Bastard


Feederz Jesus Entering
from the Rear


Minor Threat Out of Step
(With the World)


Pussy Galore Kill Yourself*


Pere Ubu Final Solution


Fear New York's Alright
If You Like Saxophones

If you guess the theme, you win a hug.

^Please don't judge me for being functionally retarded when it comes to using this...
$Starts at 3 mins, unless you want to reminded why barely anyone talks about 100 Flowers anymore...
*I took especial delight in placing this right after Minor Threat

Musings and Noises

Quitting is sometimes the best medicine.

Also, what's the deal with:
Glasses?
Baby Boomers?
Sarah Palin?
Balding?
Lower back pain?
Those wasps that lay their eggs in living insects in which the maggots eat host from the inside-out?
The Smiths?

I also quite enjoy the direction Merzbow has taken in the last few years. Who knew that animal activism would make one so adept at using beats?

Also, I'd like to comment that sometimes Outisde Agency is cool, but not when it is uninvited.


That is all.

OH YOU ROMAN SCAMPS!!!!

The Return and Prince as Theologian

Yes, yes, all the Rumours you didn't hear are true: I, (vain)gloriously, am making my return to blogging. After a two month absence due to mono/malaise, Mayonnaise (with the Tears mixed in) is making a triumphant return. So, we can all relax now (if that's your thing). Your Lamentations (1:8-10) may now cease, for I have heard your voices crying to me in the wilderness and have decided to grace the world with more posts. Also, it's better than looking for a job.

Right now, I'm preparing a blow-out entry that will be hella awesome, but for now, I'll content myself with an exegetical discussion of "Let's Go Crazy," by Prince. Indeed, a heftier and worthier tome of theological insight cannot be found... from 1984... from a major motion picture... with guitars. It is important!

There are, it seems, three key concept in this song: Afterworld, De-Elevator (which I originally thought was "The Elevator," which might actually be better?) and Carpe Diem.


1. "The Afterworld": As St. Prince says:

life
It means forever and that's a mighty long time
But I'm here 2 tell u
There's something else
The afterworld

As he continues:

A world of never ending happiness
U can always see the sun, day or night

Actually:

Nevermind.

I will now sum up the argument as follows:
Prince loves Jesus, but he also loves gettin' busy with the ladies.
Now that we got that out of the way let us meditate on a world gone mad. Done? Good. I didn't even try. To meditate. I ain't no pussy. Suckah.


EDIT: This is actually the first post after more than three months. Which, you know, lets you know that it actually took me a month to write the aforementioned. That means it's gotta be good.

Skunks and Art

Skunks* are fascinating creatures. For example, they can spray their nefarious liquid of evil with high accuracy up to 7 to 15 feet away. That shit's intense! Also, I just learned that Blogger doesn't accept shit's as a word. Weird.
Anyway, skunks/skunxxx are also cool because they are symbol of impossible love of the French cat variety. I always used to wonder why that French ladycat always got into situations where she got lines on her back. It just seems like she would have accepted the fact that God clearly wanted her to be skunk-like and deal with it. Salope stupide!
Also, in retrospect, I think Pepe Le Pew (who, although unnamed, was the actual topic of the previous paragraph) was really an allegory about race relations. Think about it.

Secondly, ART. I really just have been gobsmacked and mindboggled by this Aliza Shvarts thing. I mean, I don't know how so many people bought it as fact (how exactly was she supposed to have ARTificially inseminated herself, for example?) but I'm pleased that it worked out so well for her. It's pretty awesome though, IMHO^. I'm too bored with writing at the moment to really go into this in detail, but I think it was an interesting project, and especially for it to have been a performance piece (not the hoax that the newspapers are calling it) is doubly interesting to me, considering that I as well have a career as a performance artist. Collaboration, perhaps? Maybe? Why you gotta be that way baby? ? WHAT?! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO MAKE AMAZING ART WITH ME, ALIZA! WHY DON'T YOU RETURN MY PHONE CALLS ANYMORE I'M SORRY THAT I SAID THAT THING ABOUT YOUR MOM BUT SHE WAS TOTALLY A BITCH TO ME AND I JUST WANTTOSEEYOURSHININGFACEINTHEMORNINGAGAINOHGODILOVEYOUSOMUCH!!!!!!!

aesthetics.


Lastly 8===D---0-:

YOU'VE BEEN TEARSIFIED for the 12th TIME!!!!!!!!!!




*The word skunk is a corruption of an Abenaki name for them, segongw or segonku, which means "one who squirts" in the Algonquian dialect.
^I'M(A)HO

Month Review

So, yeah, um, I guess I was going to make a week review like three weeks ago or so, and that never happened (blame it on the rain... or Vico and Kierkegaard*...) so I am now just going to do one massive month review thing. THIS'LL BE HUGE!!!!!

KEY TERMS:

1. Finishing theses: I think the mere fact that "theses" always makes me think of "feces" implies that I am probably not intellectual enough to have done this. But guess what, motherfucker?! I DONE DID!
2. Lucky Strike: The cigarette brand that built America.
3. The Young Ones: I don't know why I thought I hated this show for so long. Probably because... well anyway, I like it now. As Hemingway once famously said: "SK is wildly inconsistent. Pass me that Scope, I need to get soaked."
4. Soaked: This is an awesome adjective I invented that means "writes bad novels."
5.Gettin' Wild I'd: While I'm glad to be able to introduce yet another new phrase to the English language, I think this stage of my life is now complete.
6. Not having a car: At first it was charming, now not so much.
7. Striped sweaters: So what if they look bad on me, they are defining my spring with their horizontalness (i.e. how I get with your mom...horizontal....on a bed... ... ... this one needs work)^.
8. Being able to read books again: I'm giddy.
9. Dirty Dancing: You know you should like it, philistine.
10. Chapel Hill: Hometown love!
11. Dear Prudence at Slate.com: Why do I love this so much? I bet if I wrote her and asked her, she would tell me. Maybe it's just because she's a total foxxx (please don't mock me...)


KEY MUSICAL TERMS:
1. Excepter Debt Dept.: I don't understand how this album is so awesome, but it is.
2. Awesome Tapes from Africa: More than lives up to its name. In fact, I'll give them a permanent link on my blog! Hope their server doesn't crash from the massive increase in traffic they're about to receive...
3. Rediscovering 80s Hardcore: Is it obscene for a 22 year-old to enjoy the Dicks, the Necros and the Crucifucks as much as I do?
4. El Guincho Alegranza!: How did I lose interest in this so quickly? Also, who knew that people in Spain made music besides
5. Bernabé de Morón Flamenco España: Best 50 cents I've ever spent. On vinyl. Without that 50 cents being part of a larger sum. Because then I'd've used it towards the purchasing of better things. Maybe. I wish I could do math.
6. Acid Mothers Temple live: Why don't I go to more live shows? Also, how did I miss that part where he threw his guitar up onto the ceiling? That was really stupid of me.
7. Make music with me#.


ALSO:



That's it. See you soon!


MONTH REVIEWED: MENSTRUATED

PS:

* I always thought Kierkegaard was more attractive than this for some reason...
^what I really want is an argyle sweater. that's what dreams are made of.
# Please?