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Saturday, February 9, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
Dear displaced Aborigines...
We, the undersigned bleeding hearts, sincerely hope that this plaque (which cost us almost $400 to have manufactured and installed) compensates you for the dispossession of your land and the travails of your people since white settlement. It certainly salves our guilt and makes us feel good about having 'done something' without actually having done anything at all.
Signed,
Whitey.
PS: Please stop hanging around our office, it gives us the creeps.
Labels:
culture,
idiocy,
picture of stupid things,
Rage
Sunday, January 20, 2008
I love street flyers for crazy shit.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
I can't decide
whether Alphaville's 'Forever Young' reminds me of my own mortality because it's a sadly poignant video coupled with a well-written pop song about the inevitability of death or if it's because I was eight when it came out.
Whichever the case, what kind of bitches does this guy fuck?
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Staring full bore into another business failure of my own design, all I can think of is that I don't want to be forever young, but I do want the last three years of my life back. Help me 80s synth pop band, help me achieve oblivion and oneness with the universe.
Another plan to revive musical theatre
A musical version of BattleStar Galactica. Cylons dancing the Can-Can, soulful musical numbers from Caprica-Six (think I don't know how to love him), a rescue raptor on a hydraulic mount a-la Miss Saigon, and Anthony Warlow as Lee Adama.
Basically, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, set in space. Seven wombs for seven robots, if you will.
I would call it BATTLESTAR!
Basically, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, set in space. Seven wombs for seven robots, if you will.
I would call it BATTLESTAR!
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