Nov 14, 2009

Real life time, kids...

Off to the grocery store, do some cooking and cleaning, then watching a lil' footbaw. Until then, let us do the dance of Happy Saturday as we do in my native land....


Okay, maybe that's not my people...looks more like a Seattler, Canuck or other such Freedom-Hater.
Via MoonBuggy. 

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Your Country is Fucked: America looking outwards


Alas, it is...Stupid Americans.
click to John Holmes image.



These spoofs were the original creation way back in 1996 of some Brits with a very ironic and somewhat true notion of how the US never looks beyond its borders. Here is the original from the UK's Jigsaw Lounge.



Simply phenomenal. 

 

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Saturday wants to see some pillaging....


Today your University of Alabama Crimson Tide travels to Starkville to play Mississippi State in a game that should be about as violent and one-sided as the Danish sack of Lindisfarne. For those who are exited about that prospect, please enjoy this reaving tune.


Otherwise, please watch the following Icelandic PSA with a thoughtful dating tip for taking Viking women on a date :)



That's pretty hot.

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Nov 13, 2009

TGIF: We can all use some laughs...

After this horrifying week, I think we should all just lighten the hell up a bit, shall we? Below is one of my favorite jokes (a la MSX Net)

A new priest at his first mass was so nervous he could hardly speak. 
After mass he asked the monsignor how he had done. The monsignor replied, 
"When I am worried about getting nervous on the pulpit,  I put a glass of 
vodka next to the water glass. If I start to get nervous, I take a sip."

So the next Sunday he took the monsignor's advice. At the beginning  of the
sermon, he got nervous and took a drink. He proceeded to  talk  up a storm.
Upon return to his office after mass, he found the following note on his
door:

1. Sip the Vodka, don't gulp.

2. There are 10 commandments, not 12.

3. There are 12 disciples, not 10.

4. Jesus was consecrated, not constipated.

5. Jacob wagered his donkey, he did not bet his ass.

6. We do not refer to Jesus Christ as the late J.C.

7. The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost are not referred to as Daddy, Junior, 
   and Spook.

8. David slew Goliath, he did not kick the shit out of him.

9. When David was hit by a rock and knocked off his donkey, don't say he 
   was stoned off his ass. 

10. We do not refer to the cross as the Big T!

11. When Jesus broke the bread at the Last Supper he said, "Take  this and
    eat it, for it is my body", he did not say, "Eat me."

12. The Virgin Mary is not referred to as the, "Mary with the Cherry".

13. The recommended grace before a meal is not: "Rub-A-dub-dub,  thanks for
    the grub, yeah God."

14. Next Sunday there will be a taffy-pulling contest at St. Peter's, not a
    peter-pulling contest at St. Taffy's.

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Sarah Silverman, I love you...


I adore, adore, adore Sarah.

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Cynic? Moi?

Just stumpled across a fabulous website for you other cynics, naysayers and ne'er-do-wells...The Cynic's Sanctuary.  There is a trove of wonderful bah-humbuggery, there, and the site author even has a book (much akin to my hero Ambrose Bierce's Devil's Dictionary). From The Cynic's Dictionary:

FIBER Edible wood-pulp said to aid digestion and prolong life, so that we might enjoy another eight or ten years in which to consume wood-pulp.
FOUNDATION GRANT Bourgeois beneficence that enables unmarketable artists to continue expressing their contempt for bourgeois values.
FUNERAL HOME A stately manse occupied by transients who continually receive visitors but lack the energy and inclination to entertain them.
GENETIC ENGINEERING Tampering with chromosomes so that science might develop a new miracle cure or a rabbit that plays the banjo.
GOLF The art of driving hard, avoiding the rough, surmounting traps and hazards, aiming straight, and arriving on the green at last, only to end up in a hole in the ground before your companions. The favored pastime of businessmen and their cronies, probably without a full appreciation of its metaphorical implications.


Now that you interest has been piqued, go give Rick a visit at the Cynic's Sanctuary.

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Today's Hot Nerd: Guitar Hero chicks....

Let me be as completely and wholly up-front as possible. I detest Guitar Hero (tm). Seriously. For years I railed against the very notion as a waste of time. Long before South Park nailed it, I was screaming that for all the time and money spent on this useless shit, a kid could actually learn a real live instrument. as a musician (and as a former professional, honest-to-God, touring, recording professional entertainer),  I find the concept offensive.

Nevertheless, there is some poon out there.


Okay. Hating this less....




Warming up to this....


 

Guitar Hero? Sounds reasonable to me....


 

You win. Can I play?

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Friday wants a holiday...in Cambodia


This diddy is dedicated to my fiance, the inestimable MonkeyGirl. I love her, but bless her heart, she wouldn't know an old-school punk if one kicked her in the cooter, whilst spitting in her face and screaming "Bullocks!!!"* Thankfully, Jello Biafra is here to teach her about her roots...**



*No, baby, Tsunami Bomb and Lars Frederickson don't count.
** And the rest of you kids. One day, I'll tell you a story about Ronald Reagan/Maggie Thatcher and why everyone my age is incredibly fucked up.






 


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Nov 12, 2009

Just fuck all of creepy, incestuous Missouri...and Mormons.


Missouri, again, Der Schatten invites your entire State to go drown itself.


As documented earlier, Missouri is the second worst state in the Union, behind only South Dakota. Well, just when I think that I can sleep at night knowing that South Dakota is the most God-forsaken shithole on the Continent, you get horrifying shit like this nightmare fuel....

A father and his four middle-aged sons shuffled across a Lafayette County courtroom floor this morning to hear charges read against them — a string of incestuous outrages allegedly committed decades ago against children of their family.


Sound like regular Mizzou trash to you? Me too, until I got the horrifying details in the KC Star....


The men were arrested Tuesday in coordinated raids, based on allegations of a young woman, who said her relatives had molested and had sex with her and other children, sometimes as part of “marriage” rituals, beginning two decades ago. Now 26, she said the abuse had begun when she was five and had ended only after she was forced to have an abortion at age 11.




Image (c) KC Star


Seriously. Take a second and read that again: 'Marriages' to five (5) year old girls....who are raped in a chicken coop....until they are forced to have abortions....at eleven. Fuck.  If you can stomach the read, it's here, otherwise, suffice it to say, that po po are looking for bodies now. And, if you grieve for these little girls, then you can take no solace in two facts. First, to dispel the horrific abuse they endured, they were encouraged by the adults to bury their memories in jars...Second, this was (surprise!!!)  Mormon shit.


Are you surprised that people who wear this shit might have fucking unhealthy sexual hang-ups?



Mormon horseshit is a ghoulish, racist, pedophilic mysogyny akin to a "religion" about as much as the Fleshlight is to a legitimate vagina.

Until then, Missouri and Mormons, fuck you...you win.


Mormon Missouri Orgy.




 
 

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I have no idea what the hell this is...


But, it's very cool.

This is the Cantenna Clock, an alleged "hyper-reality clock" that apparently operates via a cog and chain mechanism. I have no idea if this works, but I certainly hope so. If not, there are always other uses for the chain. Like



Decorative beer bottle openers....

 

A festive bowl for your bric-a-brac...


 
 Or a special gift for your loved ones.

So, ummm, yea, let's hope the clock works. 

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Profiles in Gangsta' Fail

I've well-documented my hatred of Tennessee, and all of their players. So, this morning, when two of their 5-star blue chippers were arrested for A) armed robbery, with B) a pellet gun, riding in C) a Prius, I jsut about pissed myself. And, behold, my tribute to the fine student athletes in Knoxville.


Fail, Tennessee. Fail.

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Thursday's sending out its call for a Dark Angel


Enjoy. God knows that I do...perhaps a bit too much.

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Nov 11, 2009

Heism@n Alert: This thing has wings...


5'10", 211 pounds of 19 year old fury.


Meet Mark Ingram. A few weeks ago, when the media was desperate for the "OMG, who's going to win the Heisman?" they annointed Alabama's Sophomore running back, Mark Ingram (above, white jersey, unable of being tackled). At first, I thought this might be a joke. But, now, apparently it's not.  

Meme alert:

From Yahoo/Rivals: Tide's Ingram on the Verge of Making History

1. Mark Ingram, Alabama: Finally, there is some separation in the Heisman race. After a 144-yard rushing output against LSU, Ingram is tantalizingly close to becoming Alabama’s first recipient.


From Sports Illustrated: As top contenders fall, Alabama RB remains in full control

1. Mark Ingram, Alabama:Last week: 22 rushes, 144 yards; 5 receptions, 30 yards in a 24-15 victory against No. 9 LSU
Season: 175 rushes, 1,148 yards, 8 TDs; 24 receptions, 216 yards, 3 TDs
Heisman-o-meter: After Ingram had just six carries for 38 yards in an offensively inept first 30 minutes, the Tide fed Ingram early and often in the second half and he shouldered much of the load on the team's first two scoring drives in the half. He was his vintage self, darting through holes and hop-cutting by defenders and finished with 106 yards after halftime. His most important carry may have been the least exciting: a two-yard dive on fourth-and-inches in the fourth quarter to seal the win. So what makes him the Heisman leader? In four games against ranked opponents, he has averaged 178 rushing yards.

 And, from ESPN: Heisman race go way of BCS race:

1. Mark Ingram, Alabama: It's hard to believe an Alabama player has never won the Heisman Trophy. It's hard to ignore what Ingram has done for the No. 2 Crimson Tide this season. The sophomore has already run for 1,148 yards and eight touchdowns. He had 144 rushing yards in last week's 24-15 victory over No. 9 LSU, gaining 106 in the second half. Ingram catches the ball out of the backfield (24 receptions for 216 yards with three touchdowns) and runs out of the "Wildcat" package. There might not be a better back in the country at gaining yards after contact. Even more impressive is the fact Ingram has done most of his damage without a consistent passing game taking pressure off him.





Built like a bowling ball, and giving free piggy back rides since 2008.
 

Mark, even if you don't win, I'd say you're a safe bet to go to New York for the ceremony. Great job.

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Wednesday Veteran's Day Questions War....


Particularly those of a decided religious and/or racist bent*





*Oooh, look, the Occupied Territories feature both of these. Prominently.


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Nov 10, 2009

Fetus...now with more sprinkles.

From Stupid.com


This is what you think it is: a fetus-shaped cookie cutter of a 4-month old, gestational blob of cells.

 
W
Who knew these lil' guys could be so tasteless, yet so tasty?
Got Milk?


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Attack of the Vatican


That's nice...If ostentation is your thing.


The Catholic Church, the gray lady, she just hasn't been the same since the Reformation. The Church is still somewhat stinging from the Theses nailed up by Martin Luther, the loss of Latin liturgy, the loss of power in the clerical class with the publication of various vulgate editions of the Bible, and -in America, the rise of the Protestant Awakenings.



Also very pretty. Does it come in English?


But now, it appears that Mother Church has devised a plan to get back some of those Protestants, at least in England. Ironically, it revolves around the Anglican Church -the Church of England that Henry VIII founded to excuse his wives' somewhat unfortunate habit of dying, and thus sanctioning his new marriages and/or divorces.



Sure, we say we like women...but, are we willing to start a brand new religion just for a divorce?


The rightist Anglicans in Britain are in revolt over liberalizing social policies. And, to hear the Vatican talk it was the Anglicans who came to Rome, not vice versa.

The number of Anglicans wishing to join the Catholic Church has increased in recent years as the Anglican Church has welcomed the ordination of women and openly gay clergy and blessed homosexual partnerships, said Cardinal William Joseph Levada, the head of the Vatican's Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith...."The Catholic Church is responding to the many requests that have been submitted to the Holy See from groups of Anglican clergy and faithful in different parts of the world who wish to enter into full visible communion," Levada said.

So, there you have it. Hundreds of Anglicans at a time, keeping their rituals, becoming Catholic priests, and -predictably- even getting their own saints. This will only Balkanize the schism between right and left in the Christian community*, as it drives the Catholic Church further toward the right (particularly in Europe) as an alternative to global progress and the advance of human and civil rights.




You'd think Christ's Vicar on Earth would be a lot less creepy, a lot less like Nosferatu, and a helluva lot less of a Nazi (literally...he was in Hitler Youth and Luftwaffenhelfer).




*Not that it matters one whit to me; superstition is superstition no matter how much money or pomp you wrap it up in.


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Tuesday Wants To Know Why We Are Alive


A much more serious question than you imagine, when you consider that yesterday two people could have died in a horrible twist of fate. Yet, one woman died, and by some occurrence, I live.

Now I'm not a man
and I don't feel love
And I don't see anything
coming down from above
But this world spins slowly
and I see a light
Rising up from behind the horizon
up into the clear black sky
But I don't see you in my line of sight
In fact I can't remember why we are alive



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Nov 9, 2009

Some days, it just has to be done...Kanye

And by some days, I mean whenever whimsy strikes. I've had a fucking terrible day, and perhaps I'll even share it tomorrow. In the meanwhile, I'm going to drink alone and look at Kanye-Taylor Swift spoofs. Join me, won't you?


This is funny, but since my friends and fam are in the South, here's a prayer to stay safe from Ida bearing down on y'all.


 
Hmmm, with Veterans' Day approaching, not sure about this wisdom of this one...fuck it, it is funny, because in America EVERY DAY is 9/11 apparently.


 

Sometimes, even Kanye speaks truly...

More after the jump, including my favorites, one of which is *most definitely NSFW*


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I am becoming a shut-in...


My nest, my nest, in all the world, my nest is best.

Ugh. I see how agoraphobia starts now...it begins with wanting to stay hidden inside, for one reason or another (and, in my case, it's shame), then it turns into anxiety, then fear, then phobic/panic. I've always been a bit reclusive with my time (or, I have since I've gotten a little older), and I've never gone past the shame stage, and I probably never will.

Just suffice it say, that I understand now.


o noes

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You know what they say about big feet?


...It's only a nominal coefficient with penis length. 



Here is the abstract from the above interesting "research"....


Abstract  To determine whether "folk myths" regarding the relationships of penile size to body height and foot size have any basis in fact, 63 normally virilized men were studied. Height and stretched penile length were measured; shoe size was recorded and converted to foot length. Penile length was found to be statistically related to both body height and foot length, but with weak correlation coefficients. Height and foot size would not serve as practical estimators of penis length.


Thus "professionals" and "researchers" have "scientifically" determined precisely what every last non-virgin on the planet could tell you...You can't tell until the drawers drop and Mr. Snuggles is prepped for action.

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Monday's Got Work To Do.


Just like the Average White Band, today's an average  --busy!-- Monday, with Work To Do.

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Nov 8, 2009

Sunday Loves Champions


Thanks Freddy! Alabama 9-0 (6-0) is now your SEC West Champs and has just booked its ticket to rematch the dread and hated Florida Gators for the Title.

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Nov 7, 2009

Real Life Today, Kids.

And, by real life, I mean #3 Alabama v. #9 LSU. Off to the grocery store and then pre-game cooking/cleaning....




Roll Tide, Playa...and say a continued prayer for my liver

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Nov 6, 2009

Speaking of awkward for everyone...

I collect tales of esoterica and in turn -out of pique or genuine fascination- share them with you. One subset has always amazed me, the very bizarre, but true, deaths of people. Like

  • Greek philosopher Chrysippus, who died laughing while watching his donkey eat grapes.
  • Good ole' Crassus whom the Parthians made to ingest molten gold  for his brazen attack on otherwise-peaceful lands
  • Sir Arthur Alston, who was beaten to death with his own wooden leg.
  • George Plantagenet, the 1st Duke of Clarence, who was drowned in a cask of wine...at his request.
  • Jim Creighton, baseball player from antiquity who died after taking a massive swinging miss...and ruptured his bladder.
  • The author Sherwood Anderson who swallowed a toothpick, puncturng his stomach and causing fatal infection.

But this one just plain takes the cake in terms of lacking dignity: Hippos, dwarfs, trampolines. It is the ultimate "fuck you" from life to this poor man...


Really, Life, wasn't beeing a dwarf enough?

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Japanese Homoerotic Nutcrusher Doritos...

Seriously, I have no idea what the hell is going on in Japan. After the lolita/amputee sex toy catalog, the man thong, the "girlfriend lap pillow" they give us this?


I don't know what's in that bag, but I'm not going to be eating them.




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More fun with flowcharts: Pagan Hierarchy


You must click this. Simply hilarious.

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Friday Knows It's Been A While...


Hell, it's been a while for everything related to my fading humanity.

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Nov 5, 2009

Let me tell you a very sad, sweet and all-too true story....

 
Listen to this as you read...

Once upon a time, the first time in fact, I was dying of cancer. I had just been diagnosed with a cancer with a 30% survivability rate. Ordinarily, these things don't respond to surgical intervention. Nevertheless I opted to give it a shot, and quickly, since it was so damned invasive. And I thought I went it alone...

At the time, I was fresh out of school, had a new child to provide for, one who could barely speak, and I doubted I would ever know. I had a wife; one who was hostile for reasons that I suspected, but only later were verified.*  I was working a shit job tending bar at a French restaurant. It was a fun job: I had great friends, with no sense of fecklessness, and met others like me...at the Kings Cross of Life. One of the things we loved to do was to go an artsy Jazz club, which -twice a week- played indie/goth/metal music. And there have been few times in my life that I've had more fun. Until my world crumbled around me....

I found out I had cancer on August 5th of that year, and decided to have the fastest surgery possible, which was scheduled for August 8th. I spend August 6th crying to those who would not listen, or those who would not care. But then came August 7th. My birthday. Gratefully, two of my friends, the Ballerinas coaxed me out.  I met them at the place we worked, and they smiled as they hopped in my car. Both gave me hugs that I thought would break my ribs, and tears were drying on their face. Then they gave me a CD from a local band who I did (and still) respect a great deal...which is hard to do in Montgomery, Alabama. And Blond Ballerina said that she had another present to give me...I opened the flapping package, and it was a black t-shirt that read "Sleep with me before I die". And we all cried together.

But, my Birthday/impending death day was only half over.

We went to said Artsy Jazz club, but the club had been closed. However, we got inside, and everything, literally everything had been blacked out or was black: the windows, bar lights, back doors, floors, wallpaper, beverage napkins, plastic glasses, vodka, the clothing on the select patrons and bartender. And, the sign above the bar read "Happy Birthday Shadow: We love you and believe in you"

I have rarely wept as hard as I did then. And I hugged and spoke to every single person there, some old friends, some new acquaintances, and others there by reputation alone. It was divine. To no longer be alone, to face death with equinamity and poise and joy. And it still wasn't over.

Later that night, the Ballerinas led me to a bed, and we danced and cried and made love as more than humans, as souls reaching out in sadness and pain and hope. We cried and laughed as though there were no tomorrow. For any of us. And while a troika sounds perverse or at least non-normative, I can't think of a single thing that meant more to me at that time

And everything I did, everything we did, we did it all to this song. And I never said it, but I say it now: Thank you, you saved my life.



*It's ok. We understand one another now. And, the above is not new to either of us.

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Alabama-LSU week: One Hitta' Quitta'


Phenomenal. This makes me want to run through a damned brick wall...now.

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V reminds you that it's all a lie...

Remember, remember the fifth of November,
The gunpowder treason and plot,
I know of no reason
Why the gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.



"Strength through Unity, Unity through Faith"... There's a reason Moore used that phrase in "V"

Guy Fawkes day is here upon us again. For those that don't know the official story, Guy and his confederates attempted to blow up Parliament whilst it was opening its session at the Palace of Westminster, thus displacing the King and the King's lackeys in Parliament. This was known as the "Gunpowder Plot".


Distrust everything your government tells you about the word/will of God and the nation's exceptionalism in the eyes of a creator.


While it is the latter actions which are revered by anarchists, and celebrated by the far left, it's the intentions that need to be looked at. The Gunpowder Plot was only nominally a political dispute, rather it was very much a religious by-blow of the Reformation.  Fawkes and his co-religionist Catholics were  protesting the heinous treatment being given to them by the neo-Calvinist protestants who then governed England (think Pilgrims...a more stultifying instance of Christianity has yet to be articulated). 

Well, the King escaped that evening of Nov. 5th, 1605, and the conspirators captured. They were, predictably tortured until confession, at which point they were taken to the square and drawn, quartered and hanged. For some ghastly reason, the British now celebrate this evening with fireworks, not for the indomitable spirit of man, but -for all fucking reasons, the escape of the King. 



In fact, trust nothing.


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Today's Hot Nerd: Chobot Redux

Way back on April 1st, we visited the inimitable Jessica Chobot, and, I felt that she was definitely worth a return visit. Enjoy.


Working the Nurse oufit...not a whole lot to the imagination here.

 

Reprising the GTA IV chica...pretty damned convincingly too.

 

This is my favorite picture ever...It will not get better than this from her...


Finally, "Das Gamer" presents Jessica Chobot hanging out in bed with two Penthouse Pets. Lingerie pillow fights not included. 

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Thursday's Spiraling into Shapes of Despair


Shape of Despair, funeral doom for the truly bleak and lububrious. I recommend also the excellent tracks "How Quiet These Paintings Are" and "Angel of Distress"

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