Do you suffer?
Photo taken by Violet Blue. Only a font or graphic design geek like myself would find it amusing. I’m sure Lars and the Enter Sandman pansies wouldn’t like it. Or maybe they would? You never know. And nothing else matters.
Go home and take care of yourself
Oh those intrepid souls who insist upon coming to work while they illin, I mean seriously into coughing marathons and snot blowing. Please, please go home and get some rest. Drink fluids. Watch Lifetime Television or something. Anything is better than spewing the germs throughout the office. No doubt the person I hear across the cubicle farm, coughing her fool head off made sure to get a flu shot a while back when the drug pushers were here. Oh those shots work real good. Iatrogenically real good.
Eh, whatever makes Pfizer happy. And Merck. And Johnson and Johnson.
The Law of Distraction::Or, You’re Erroneous!
I recently cut up Wayne Dyer. He is a snake oil salesman par excellence and shills for PBS whenever they have their pledge drives and they’re desperate to suck in the boomer and post-boomer dollars.
The CD audio I vivisected I must say is a rip-off, in terms of value. Dr. Dyer uses so many pregnant pauses, uhs, ums, ahs, andduhs, that in total they would, I estimate account for about ten minutes (a conservative count) of the one hour recording. So instead of a full hour of inspirational, re-packaged Norman Vincent Peale, you get only fifty minutes of happy “you are responsible for your own life” bullshit. What a gyp.
Man Cult-Whore II
Miss Jaws-Wired-Shut has, from her polluted womb, spawned yet another English 101 assignment, a screed suffused with all the usual anti-liberal arguments, using her overly overtly smarmy tone to attack and indict legions of straw men of her own construction. Mis and disinformation abound, as well as a plethora (she likes that word) of logical fallacies (perhaps I should have used the word “myriad….”). She is, of course, completely full of shit, per usual.
As a sound collagist, I should be grateful to have morons like her, O’reilly and Hannity to cut up. After all, Shrub done left the building. But he may be back, yes indeed, in a striped uniform, eager to become someone’s bitch. And not Dick Cheney’s. Dick has a bum ticker as you well know and probably ain’t gonna be around long. Memento mori.
And yet, unless Rupert Murdoch or some other righty wealthy membot is buying up all her books to make it seem as though she is a premier author (a joke, right?), someone is buying this excrement. To what demographic will her insuperably whiny pack of limp sarcasm appeal? Particularly when all her political heroes to which she, to use her own words, “sucks up,” are now, for all intents and purposes, ousted and impotent? I’m sure there will always be some “dumbographic” to keep her bread buttered. BTW, she should actually eat some of that bread and butter: she looks emaciated and, to use a colloquial expression, “five miles of bad road.” Pardon me my ad hominem. But scarecrow has it coming, ya gotta admit.
We got stuff
I have a log and interconnecting ensembles
It’s better than bad, it’s good.
A few more days and it’s exit for the psychopaths of Washington and entrance to generic politicians with their not completely unseemly levels of corruption.
He is watching the trangendered detectives…
Having fun with poor vision
So’s I can’t see none too good, at least stuff what’s far away. But I have fun anyway. For example, yesterday morning I walked by a newstand and saw what I thought was a headline that read ” Fart Sworn In.” Well on closer inspection it seems some person named “Farr” was getting sworn in. But hey, that didn’t stop me from enjoying a few guffaws before the enlightenment.
Hackers, would it kill you to spell-check your work?
Certainly there are instances when “intentional” misspellings, such as “teh,” or “pwned,” etc., are appropriate. But if you’re going to infiltrate and trash right leaning bozos, please add credibility to the effort by getting the spelling correct.
So Bill O Riley is gay. So what’s wrong with that? Only the spelling, dear friends.
The Best Films of 2008
While I’d like to gush forth about my carefully constructed “top ten” list (put in an hierarchical order or unordered fashion I couldn’t decide) I can “cut to the chase” here and employ the soul of wit, to wit, brevity:
None. They were all shite. Thankfully I didn’t have to pay to watch any of them.
Oh Those Wacky Magic Crackers, those WASP Whores over at Fox!
What unconscionable bigots, eh? And disingenuous to a fault. I dub them “magic honkies,” or “phantasmagorical racists,” etc.
HeavyConfetti
- Latcho Drom August 29, 2010
- Track Listing for “The State of Things” Album August 21, 2010
- Changes, future August 17, 2010
- The State of the State of Things June 21, 2010
- Working Three Tracks June 12, 2010
- the state of things without and around us June 8, 2010
- Long time no post…Three cuts from Phronemophobia April 17, 2010
- Kill Television! December 24, 2009
- The Cut of Your Gib October 25, 2009
- Don’t Blame Me October 25, 2009
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