Nov 29, 2009

Achromiaphobia: Creepy, but not murder-worthy


A happy family of loving children, or miniature, ashen harbingers of death?
I think you know where I come down. 


I am scientifically trained, and even possess a Masters degree in hard sciences. I understand, especially, the biological sciences, and was alos trained as a counselor. So, when you speak to me of recessive genes expressing themselves as phenotypic characteristics, I get it. Likewise, when you describe a "phobia" as being a persistent, and irrational fear, I understand that as well.

But, I don't care. I am scared of albinos.



Nature's warning sign for creepy.


Albinisim, or Achromia, is actually a fairly simple process to explain: It's a recessive gene that expresses itself as a complete lack of pigmentation: hair, eyes, skin. When one parent carries it, no big deal, when both are carriers, then you get an albino.  There are several stereotypes among human albinos: sterility, retardation, inbreeding and the typical gamut you'd expect from a fear/loathing based solely on physical characteristics.


 
 I don't think  anyone who wears grass, has to run from lions, and lives in a hut is qualified to help me turn my fortunes around...



And, even though I have an irrational fear of something that these people cannot help, I have not gone as far as Witch Doctors in Burundi and Tanzania....



It's the 21st Century, can we abandon witch doctors, please? Kthxbai.


In East African nations, notably Tanzania,  over 40 albinos have been murdered the past year so that Witch Doctors can use their limbs, genitals and other body parts to make "good luck" charms. As if this weren't disgusting enough, as Al Jazeera notes above, in nations like Burundi, the illicit trade of albino parts has family members killing one another for a few hundred dollars. And, according to this Y article, a complete dismembered albino corpse can fetch $75,000 on the black market.



  
Have you seen my red-eyed, beaked penis? 


I think I'm going to have to put aside whatever inherent creepiness I find in albinos. It is that mentality, physical differences as destiny, that have made these poor people -already in a shitty life- have to abandon their friends, family and homes to make a new life in communes where they are accepted, and not hunted down like elephants, tigers, rhinos and whatever-the-fuck-else makes an alleged magical poultice these days.

Soo, ummm....


Give me a hug big guy, I'm turning over a new leaf....



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Sunday can't believe this used to be Faster Pussycat


The Newlydeads, live at London's Hammersmith-Odeum. While "Skin Tight Skin" is interesting in itself, it's not as interesting as the story behind the band.

This gothic-industrial band was founded in 1997 by Faster Pussycat's bassist Taime Downe, also at various times members of that hairspray band were numbered among the Newlydeads: guitarist Xristian Simon, bassist Danny Nordahl, and drummer Chad Stewart. While not catching fire like NIN for instance, they have been featured on several Cleopatra compilations, and do outstanding covers (particularly of that band, as well as the Doors).


One of these is not like the other...


 

Viva, change!



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Nov 28, 2009

I don't even know what this fetish is called...

Again, with feeling: Feather = erotic; whole chicken = kinky. This, well, I don't even know what the hell kind of fetish this is...


Spread-eagle, booted, wool masturbation?



And to think, I still can't get a blanket finished for me...

 

I can't even imagine the chafing involved with yarn bondage...

Seriously, if anyone has any idea what the hell kind of fetish this is, please let me know... 




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Apology NOT accepted...


I'm betting the blankets the nice Christians gave to the Lenape tribe looked a lot like a Snuggie (tm) (as seen on TV!)

One of the oldest Protestant churches in America, the Collegiate Church, had an interesting Thanksgiving. It seems that 400 years after murdering, torturing, starving, poisoning and displacing the Lenape tribe of NY, that the Christian spirit moved the congregation to apologize.

"We consumed your resources, dehumanized your people and disregarded your culture, along with your dreams, hopes and great love for this land," the Rev. Robert Chase told descendants from both sides. "With pain, we the Collegiate Church, remember our part in these events."


Hmmm, apologies might be in order....


The Collegiate Church, considered the "conscience" of the Colonies, was a Dutch Reform sect, akin to the stultifying Puritans who raped, pillaged, starved and otherwise treated Indians as subhumans, chattel and an obtacle. To claim that their "conscience" in 1698 got the better of them is disingenuous, as any student of American Colonialims and Indian history knows. The elimination and forced emigre of these tribes was the Christian thing to do (see also De Las Casas).

 
The Seneca, Wampanoag, Mic Mac, Oneida and other Iriquoian tribes...still waiting for an apology. Not that they are at all beholden to accept it.


Predictably, not everyone is pleased with this post hoc apology, treating it with great skepticism. Notably, the Chairman of the Sand Hills band of the Lenape Indians,

"After 400 years, when someone says 'I'm sorry,' you say, 'Really?'..."There was some kind of uneasiness. But then you've got to accept someone's sincere apology; they said, 'We did it.' We ran you off, we killed you.' " 


And this brings me to the nature of apologies. What purpose does an apology or plea for forgiveness exactly accomplish? Some, may argue that an earnest apology has to be accepted. I am not one of those people. An apology offered with no chance to actually redress the damage serves but one purpose: to assuage the conscience of the guilty party. They do not seek absolution for their own sins, rather palliation of their guilty hearts and minds...and our ancestors, who felt the Christian caress of their new neighbors, are not here to provide it. And, as descendents, we emphatically do not owe it to their progeny to make them feel better.

Some things can not be forgiven, nor should they be....


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In addition to biological warfare, add to the ledger wholesale murder and civilian massacre....


 

 
The physical, emotional and sexual torture of children at Indian "schools"....




 
The planned proscription (and eventual extermination) of Native language, religion, culture...



 

Planned starvation and dependency of Indians through elimination of fauna and diminishment of hunting grounds...


 
 
The systemic theft of Indian Country through Allotment, broken treaties and the Reservation system.


 
The continued denigration and minimization of Indians as humans worthy of respect, dignity, or at the least, not being a fucking cartoon for the amusement of others...


So, no, your apology is not accepted, nor does it have to be
- Indian #3183 an Unalloted, Enrolled Member of the_______ Tribe
 

 








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Sunday Smells Like Teen Spirit


Brilliant band. Kurt left us way too soon...I think we know how our parents felt when Janice and Jimi died.

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Nov 27, 2009

No Blogging Today: Iron Bowl


The University of Alabama continues its quest for State, Conference and National Championships beginning today. This is the Iron Bowl, Auburn v. Alabama. The nastiest rivalry in all of college football. So, your humble narrator will be eating percocets and watching anxiously. Roll Tide.

Meanwhile, enjoy the School's "Mark Ingram for Heisman" video :)

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Nov 26, 2009

Two things for those of you engaging in Black Friday activities...


Gonna' need some coffee, and....



Seriously, let's be careful out there...

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Wasilla is missing its village idiot


If you put your ear next to her head, you can hear the ocean...



Remember when Dan Quayle was rightly criticized by both sides for being a vainglorious, idiotic, dipshit? Boy, the times they have a-changed. Now, pure stupidity is not mocked, rather it is celebrated by the same 22% of the American flat-earthers. 

What did she do now, you ask?  Ohhh, so delicious that it really was too easy. She got punk'd on Canada's This Hour Has 22 Minutes (their version of the Daily Show), and it wasn't even hard, as evidenced with this exchange between herself and fake reporter Marg Delahunty (Mary Walsh):

Walsh: "I just wanted to ask you if you have any words of encouragement for Canadian conservatives who have worked so hard to try to diminish the kind of socialized medicine we have up there."

Idiotic GOP MILF: "Keep the faith because common sense conservatism can be plugged in there in Canada too. In fact, Canada needs to reform its health care system and let the private sector take over some of what the government has absorbed."


This ignores the fact that the question was aked wholly tongue-in-cheek, and the fact that 90% of Canadians support their single-payer system, and that Canada's health care system far outpaces ours, and -most importantly- Canada is its own fucking soveriegn nation.


No pics = didn't happen. Here are said pics.

Wow. Just, fucking wow.



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Thanksgiving says "Domo Arigato"


Happy Thanksgiving via Styx says "Domo Arigato" to my friends and loved ones today. Despite the snark, you are all appreciated. Very much.


Lyrics go now...
"I've got a secret I've been hiding under my skin
My heart is human, my blood is boiling, my brain I.B.M.
So if you see me acting strangely, don't be surprised
I'm just a man who needed someone, and somewhere to hide
To keep me alive-just keep me alive
Somewhere to hide to keep me alive"

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Nov 25, 2009

Twitterin': Worth the visit

I don't follow a lot of Twitter feeds, but one is definitely worth your time, called "Shit My Dad Says". If you haven't seen it, here's the basic premise, a 29 year old guy lives with his 70+ dad out in California. And the man is frank, vulgar, hilarious, and essentially everything you'd want out of a dad.  Yesterday's feed reads:

"Everybody's broke, so here's the rule for Christmas this year; if you still shit your pants, you get a present. Otherwise tough shit."

Seriously. This is good, good shit. You can follow him at: http://twitter.com/shitmydadsays

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Feeling lonely? Amorous?


Hmmm, the Ball Pit at Chuck-E-Cheese looks entertaining...if you have enough pepperoni grease.

 

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Mark Ingram Heism@n Meme


Again, this shit looks like it's really, really going to happen:



SI

1. Mark Ingram, Alabama, RB, Soph.

Last week: 11 rushes, 102 yards, two TDs in a 45-0 victory over Chattanooga
Season: 205 rushes, 1,399 yards, 12 TDs; 25 receptions, 225 yards
Heisman-o-meter: The Watch tried to follow its own advice from last week: With Alabama meeting FCS member Chattanooga, "be careful to not read too much into Ingram's numbers." That said, the 'Bama back made the most of his 20-plus minutes of work and added two long touchdown runs to his highlight reel. He broke two tackles and dragged two defenders on the first and went army style (left-right-left-right-left-right) on the second. A good outing Friday against an Auburn defense ranked 88th against the run will turn the SEC championship showdown against Florida into a high stakes Heisman game for Ingram.


ESPN

1. Mark Ingram, Alabama: Ingram has been consistently outstanding throughout the 2009 season. His numbers thus far match the profile -- 1,399 yards and 12 scores on 205 carries, and 225 yards and three scores on 25 catches. Plus, consider a couple of variables when it comes to Ingram's production. First, Ingram is carrying an offense that lacks quality quarterback play and has struggled at times along the offensive front. Second, he's getting it done against the highest level of defensive competition in the country.
Bottom line: For Ingram to take home the hardware, it will take a pair of big-time performances in Alabama's next two outings -- the Iron Bowl at Auburn and the SEC title game versus Florida.

 

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Wednesday Wants to Rock


Hairspray metal be damned, Twisted Sister helped keep Reagonomics and Yuppies at bay; here is there classic "I wanna' rock"

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Nov 24, 2009

Chasing the Leprechauns...


Magically delicious? Not really...


Being of Irish/Welsh extraction, I of course love leprechauns and their nyad/dryad origins. It's a cool story and a cool native mythos that has permeated to near-universality and ubiquity. Also cool about the  is the thought that you can chase a rainbow, and find a pot of gold...or something else magically delicious....

 

this is the only reason I still search for four-leafed clover...


Of course, it's not possible to really find the end of the rainbow. They are simply beautiful refracting waves of light with no origin and no terminus. Thus, each viewer will always see a different terminus. That's what makes the story so fascinating: fools on a fool's errand with fool's gold as their reward.

Sometimes, however, I do believe the wee people are out to make us happy, and really do show us the magic hidden at the end of the rainbow.




So much irony, so much win.



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Your Country is Fucked: Zimbabwe


So, you like a real shit storm huh? Then welcome to Zimbabwe...

Zimbabwe is one of the most fucked nations on this entire globe.

This country, just north of South Africa, teems with 11 million people in an area the size of Montana. However, don't worry about overcrowding, thanks to several factors, your chances of sticking around aren't good. Out of those 11 million, a full 1.8 million are living with HIV/AIDS, and the WHO estimates that by 2020, the incidence rate will be 24.8%. Take for instance, AIDS in America, undoubtedly a scourge with the hundreds of thousands impacted by the disease, nevertheless the incidence rate is .6...In other words take 200 Zimbabweans and 200 Americans. 50 folks from Zimbabwe are HIV/AIDS positive for every 1 in the U.S.

That's not funny folks, that's Black Death incidence rate...and as a consequence, the life expectancy for a child born today is the grand old age of 45.



Just like having sex in Zimbabwe....

 If you're lucky enough to escape the scourge of AIDS, there's always the matter of lunatic President Mugabe. His Maoist regime is just short of genocidal. Since taking reigns of power in 1987, the country has been utterly wracked by civil strife, sectarian warfare and ideological purges. What kind of ideaology? Well, for instance, suppose you're an average businessman doing well and the Army comes to shake you down...they don't bust your knuckles...they do this...



flaying your entreprenurial class = bad for business.

Thus, another point to illustrate arises. This is a profoundly destitute country. The term Hyperinflation does this no justice. The Zimbabwe dollar is worth 1/30,000th of a U.S. dollar. Perhaps the CIA's site illustrates the true depth of the problem, and it is worth reading in detail....

The government of Zimbabwe faces a wide variety of difficult economic problems as it struggles with an unsustainable fiscal deficit, an overvalued official exchange rate, hyperinflation, and bare store shelves. Its 1998-2002 involvement in the war in the Democratic Republic of the Congo drained hundreds of millions of dollars from the economy. The government's land reform program, characterized by chaos and violence, has badly damaged the commercial farming sector, the traditional source of exports and foreign exchange and the provider of 400,000 jobs, turning Zimbabwe into a net importer of food products. The EU and the US provide food aid on humanitarian grounds. Badly needed support from the IMF has been suspended because of the government's arrears on past loans and the government's unwillingness to enact reforms that would stabilize the economy. The Reserve Bank of Zimbabwe routinely prints money to fund the budget deficit, causing the official annual inflation rate to rise from 32% in 1998, to 133% in 2004, 585% in 2005, past 1,000% in 2006, and 26,000% in November 2007, and to 11.2 million percent in 2008. Meanwhile, the official exchange rate fell from approximately 1 (revalued) Zimbabwean dollar per US dollar in 2003 to 30,000 per US dollar in September 2007.

 
This Confederate $50 is worth roughly half the Zimbabwe GDP.

Things weren't always this bleak. For nearly a millenium Zimbabwe/Rhodesia was the home of the Bantu. The Bantu helped create one of Africa's truly great dynasties, the Kingdom of Mapungubwe, whose capital was the exquisite Great Zimbabwe. Like other cities of antiquity, Great Zimbabwe featured well-dressed stones, bustling commerce and was an advanced civilization opening African trade with their Eastern Muslim neighbors.  These days, as noted above, not so much.

I'd like to leave with something, anything positive to say. But, some countries are truly frightening hells on Earth. Zimbabwe definitely falls into that category...



Trust me, you're better off skipping this one.


 

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Tuesday, You have me/hate me...


Rammstein: sometimes cheesy, but always fun. And hell Du Hast certainly has one of the ballsiest riffs, ever and it single-handedly made metal-industrial a force to be reckoned with in the States. Listen along: with fire, crazy Germans*, a clever pun in a foreign language and the Reservoir Dogs hat tip, what else could you want?




*Not to be confused with "the Crazy German"

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One more reason hippies sucked: Consumer Hypocrisy


It's true, and you know it...


The 60s sucked for so very many reasons, today's rant is really about the exploitation of all those trust fund kids by their own kind...other crypto-socialist hippies who could mythologize about a centralized market but wouldn't know one if it kicked them in their sorry asses. These fucking ingrates berated their parents who had fought a World War to keep facism at bay, built one of the strongest economies in the history of the world, and then did their damnedest to give their spoiled, lazy fucking progeny a better life and education. By and large the parents' reward was to see their money pissed away, the degrees wasted, and their children devolve into the longest, loudest cultural temper-tantrum in America's history (some of which was deserved, some of which was purely manufactured angst).



This is what happened to hippies who, after blowing through their facist parents' money forty years ago, had to make a living with their dual degree in American Studies and Ancient Textiles.


What is lost, however, is that to be a hippie was a damned expensive venture on occasion. And one demanding considerable capital. Not surprising since this era of the proletarian revolt was often a disgusting smorgasbord of pure capitalist greed.  Think about it: It was one damned great big era of ponzi schemes, false prophets, fakirs (and fakers), gurus, cult leaders, cult of personality leaders and faux Marxists, all peddling something. Be it advice, enlightenment or bric-a-brac, that shit wasn't free. Yet these douchebags lounging in bars, empathizing with the plight of the worker in the 3rd World, never really saw that. All they did was just try to blend in with everyone else, fuck the same like-minded people, listen to the same shitty albums, get the same shitty sociology and women's studies degrees, go to the same sit-ins/concert hopping, and similarly rant about whatever the injustice du jour was.

But all the time, like good little consumer trolls, they obeyed the market.


You are a beautiful and unique sheep.


And, of course, one thing the hippies did not stint on was drugs...a shitload of drugs. Don't get me wrong, back in the day I gleefully and wantonly ingested every substance (illicit and otherwise) know to man: liked some, loved others, with yet others I just plain wanted to die (or almost did). However, I never had an acid trip, 'shroom ride, or button tea that made me think that crass consumerism was somehow an individual display of my free spirit and/or empathy with the under-menschen.

And, I never thought that this was a good idea....



Der Schatten wants to know how in the hell this display of consumerism promoted internal grooviness, man.







Published by the Neo-American Church in Millbrook, NY, this little ditty was expensive back in its day, topping out at $2.00...in 1967...for a coloring book. According to Westegg's nifty program that calculates inflation, this 24-page coloring book for dirty hippies would have cost you $12.29. So, what you have is just an infintesimally small instance of the bilking that went on by hippies, against hippies. 

Want more? Sure. According to "Mod Girls" all of those groovy bell bottoms in 1969 came with a price tag somewhat surprising for alleged DIYers, with the avg cost being about $16.88 in 1969 dollars. That translates to $94.47 in today's sheckles. Okay. So they bought them second-hand. Fine, used ones went for $10.99, or $55.93.  What about those peasant blouses? Again, they were about $3.50-$5.00, or $19-$38 bucks. So, say what you want to about the 60s and hippies, but don't call it an age of independence or austerity, or rejection of consumerism. Call it what it was --a fad that masqueraded as a social movement, and spent a lot of fucking money.

And, you want to know they punchline? These Boomers are still being bilked, still being sold whatever's cool, still paying exorbitant prices for shit, and -in all respects- still haven't learned....


Again, you know it's true.
 
 


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More proof that Americans are retarded: Dane Cook

If you like this man, then you have no taste, subtlety, wit or brain cells...


Nope, me neither.

Seriously, I don't get the Dane Cook phenomenon...never had. It is a gross injustice that Mitch Hedberg, Sam Kinnison, and George Carlin have shuffled off this mortal coil and we are left with this turd blossom.

Think about this sobering fact: last year nearly 50% of persons graduating with a law degree from an Ivy League job couldn't find permanent placement within three months. We've got reported unemployment at 10.2% with actual numbers closer to 17.6%. Meanwhile, this douchebag earned $20 million for the below "wit" and "comedy"


Maybe if I talk about random shit in increasing volumes with increasing profanities someone will pay me too...

That extirpation was much needed. I feed about ten pounds lighter having exhausted my rage-ahol. Let's see what Dr. Perry Cox thinks....



 "... so, if you want to solve a real mystery, go ahead and figure out who's taking my NY Times every Sunday, or, better yet, how about why anybody on the planet actually thinks Dane Cook is funny..."




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Nov 23, 2009

Speaking of awkward...sometimes you're just better off adopted...


Really, just a big teddy bear.


Meet Mr. Matthew Roberts. While Matt looks fierce enough, this 41 year old DJ is both a vegan and pacifist.  Matt is adopted. And, like so many other kids of adoption, Matt sought out his real parents. First he found mom, and mom told him that a long time ago she met a "hobo" she was entranced by....and that it really was in his best interest to leave it be.

Still being curious, Matt kept poking around, and then found his dad. Pops is currently serving time (life, to be precise) in San Quentin. No fun. Matt then found out who dad was....



HOLY SHIT!

Yes, the super laid back, but intense looking Matthew is the natural son of none other than holy-shit-Charles-Manson. While this apparently freaked out Matthew (and still does), he thought about the decision for five years, and then --get this-- wrote his dad in prison. Dad wrote back in his typical Manson style....

 
 
Looks like perfectly sane prose to me...

Now, Charlie is writing Matthew regularly...ten times, thus far. Which brings me to the obvious statement: sometimes closed adoption records exist for a damned good reason. Particularly if dad is a mass murderer with a proclivity to --ahem-- writing in a variety of medium.



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Sorry. Couldn't resist...

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tickling with feathers is sexy...

But the whole chicken, now that's just kinky.


You know, after enough drinks you'd hit that...

I've long given up on trying to figure out people's sexual idiosyncracies. I'm glad that we have these oddities and hang ups though: it makes the world a more interesting place. And, the upside is, a one-night stand can easily turn into cyber-stalking, late night scurrying in bushes, or the occasional dead rabbit.


I'm just sayin, you might want to take her for coffee instead...

 
However, some kinks are those that you just will never understand, not in a million years. Such as this little gem from Pittburgh's Craigslist....



click for biggening
Remember kids, it's a fucking sick world out there....



Holy. Shit. That is just plain kinky...However, I have no doubt that had he offered more than a dollar, tons of women would have jumped at the chance to have their own memorable tale and/or story latter recapped by a bad episode of CSI....





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Monday is glad the weekend is laid to rest


Didn't sleep much at all...strange weekend. Glad it's over.
Lamb of God has consecrated it, and now it's "Laid to Rest"

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Nov 21, 2009

Sunday is still heartsick...after all this time.



Shit...just shit...

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Saturday is going to be lame...


 Almost as bad as these lame rap songs that white people adore. blah.

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Nov 20, 2009

It would be so worth it...


Guaranteed to keep the Jehovahs away from your little bundle of blackness....


Sometimes, I think breeding would be so worth it, just so I could bedeck my youngster in a way that I was never able to before --don't wory though, the original devil spawn came around eventually >:)


This lil' number from Drac in a Box will be the hit at the next Montessori Finger-Painting Party...

However, for sheer coolness, nothing (and I mean NOTHING) beats the gift of creativity. And, as we all know, children's creativity is fostered initially through scribbles and coloring. Well, why not get them started on the (Left Hand) path with things they need to know: Like Absinthe, and Fishnets, and Ravens.

 
 Hell, I'm thinking about buying this kick-ass book from BabyGoth.com
Click to go John Holmes size...



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Do you have that TARDIS in a size 42R?


God, I love the British.

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Paging Buffy? Van Helsing? The Frog Brothers?


Der Schatten does not believe that being the worst actors of a generation in anyway qualifies one as a vampire..."undead", certainly, because they are brain-dead zombies, but not vampires.

I was going to rant, and rave, but I realized that I don't need to. You all know that Twilight sucks. Ham-fisted, overacted, leaden prose, wooden dialogue, Mormon proselytizing, etc etc.

 
These two could totally take out the entire "Twilight" milieu

I tried to read that horrendos horsehit on three separate occasions. I wanted to know, to understand, just what everyone thought was so cool. Well, that's what I get for actually listening to people...Everytime I tried to read that nonsense, I threw said book across the room, screaming a torrent of invectives and/or profanities, usually along the lines of....

 
You tell 'em David... 

And most nauseatingly, this whole "and the lion feel in love with the lamb" horseshit. Know what that's from? Huh, fuckers? Here's a clue...READ ISAIAH 11:6....MORMON VAMPIRES!!!!



You stake 'em, I'll take their caffiene-free Clamato Juice.


Anyway, New Moon comes out tonight, and I am horrified, simply horrified that I have to (again) hide from 12 year old girls. More appallingly, I have to listen to the ravings and fan boi shit from those grown-damned-women who absolutely know better but are lacking in taste and/or literacy.



Dear Buffy, can you please come out of retirement ? I've unearthed a clan of really easy to find, douchy bloodsuckers in Oregon who are totally after kids...K Thx Bai.



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Friday is homesick....


Maybe one day, I'll get closer and closer to home.

Lyrics, Go Now:




Tennessee, baton rouge
Dallas, texas
Coming through
New orleans, I could stay
But tomorrow I’m on my way

I’m close to home (close to home)
I’m close to home (close to home)
I’m getting closer and closer to home
I’m close to home (close to home)
I’m close to home (close to home)
I’m getting closer and closer to home

I been here
I been there
I been nowhere
Everywhere


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Nov 19, 2009

I Bring You Fire...


Mock me, I dare you...EXTERMINATE!!!

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Need a good cry?


C'mon, you need it.


Then the Experience Project is your place. Sometimes it seems as though we soldier on through life, bereft of others who are going through the exact same thing, or are in the exact same place as us. This website is damned refreshing. For instance:

Ever feel the need to cry just to prove that you can feel? Here's your group.

Can't take the stress anymore? Try this one

Perhaps you are in a committed, but sexless, relationship. They feel your pain.

Seriously, when life is too much, remember, you are not alone. Ever. There are others out there, other folks sutured up like psychic footballs, the walking wounded, the would-be Icarus who just never even made it off the ground.

Hell, it beats the alternative...


Suicide = Lame....And a waste of ass.

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Something for the broke bibliophile

If you're like me, then your appetite for books is outpaced only by your inability to locate/afford them. what if you could swap meet for these titles? Say, give away a book, and then receive one that you actually wanted? Imagine NetFlix for the literatti.



 It might not help you get into MENSA, but chicks dig literacy.



Wish no more, it exists at BookMooch.com, and, it's free. Here's how it works according to the owners:


  • Give & receive: Every time you give someone a book, you earn a point and can get any book you want from anyone else at BookMooch. Once you've read a book, you can keep it forever or put it back into BookMooch for someone else, as you wish.

  • No cost: there is no cost to join or use this web site: your only cost is mailing your books to others.

  • Points for entering books: you receive a tenth-of-a-point for every book you type into our system, and one point each time you give a book away. In order to keep receiving books, you need to give away at least one book for every two you receive.

  • Help charities: you can also give your points to charities we work with, such as children's hospitals (so a sick kid can get a free book delivered to their bed), Library fund, African literacy, or to us to thank us for running this web site.



  • I thoroughly plan on availing myself of this service, and will let you know how it works.

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    Thursday's heading out the Back Door


    It does not get more traditionally goth-y than this, Clan of Xymox's "Back Door". Harkening back to a darker, grimmer existence. Enjoy.

    Lyrics, go now:
    I am shrouded in darkness
    I crouched in wasted years
    I lingered, I can't get through
    Dazzled between far and near
    Like the elegies relate to days beyond recall
    I lingered in many memories

    And again I stumbled through the back door
    Seeing you, a misty shadow
    I feel my repression
    I can't go on
    And again I am falling backwards
    Tomorrow I will be here again
    A silent mute of a black desire
    Tomorrow I will be here again
    Tomorrow I'll be here again
    Be here again
    Be here again

    I am tired of tears and laughter
    Or what may come hereafter
    I am weary of days and hours
    Desires, dreams and powers
    Although it makes me weep
    It is you
    I wanna keep
    I wanna keep 

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