Thursday, December 27, 2007
My plan to revitalize theater
Seriously, this is the biggest moneymaking idea you will ever read.
It taps into the smarmy "I studied SEXUAL theory in college" feminist crowd because you can say that the horse gods represent the lead characters struggle with heterosexuality and guys can impress women by saying they went to see the all-lesbian version of Equus starring Bebe Neuwirth.
The production could be kept on the road forever just on the proceeds from women's studies departments alone.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Mariah Carey
Or to put it another way.
MMMaaarrriiiaaahhh (breathe) CCCaaarrr(SCOOP)eeeyyy (breathe) mmmaaak(SCOOP)kkeeesss
(breathe)eeevvveeerrryyy (breathe)sss(SCOOP)ooo(SCOOP)nnn(SCOOP)ggg (breathe) threetimeslonger (SCOOP)ttthhaaannn(breathe)iiittt(breathe)ssshhhooouuulllddd(big breath)bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Monday, December 17, 2007
I am ok with this because I hate fish and all they stand for.
You can complain about this all you like, but what have fish done for you lately? Fish: lazy and selfish.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Tell me if you like the Trans-Siberian Orchestra so that I may form a low opinion of your entertainment choices
Peep dis'
Ok, how many things did you see wrong here?
- The announcer called it "non traditional". He was looking for the words "bombastic and unecessary"
- Guitarists and traditional ROCK band dudes are front and center so three guitarists can play barre chords.
- lame ass rocking out by band members playing rhythm
- The entire ensemble could have been cut down to a drum machine, a decent sequencer and one asshole with long hair strumming a guitar with no noticeable loss of song quality.
- the bassist is playing his bass low slung like Cliff Burton but is not, in fact, Cliff Burton
TSO takes Christmas carols, pares them down to their basic chords, has an orchestra backing them up, adds "metal" shred guitar.
To gain a better understanding of this, put together 20 of your closest friends to play 'Eleanor Rigby'. Play only the E minor seventh and the C chord on the one. Then add ridiculous guitar riffing to it including dramatic string bends at the end. Now convince millions of people that you are engaging in an artistic endeavor by schmaltzing it up by latching onto the political cause of the day.
As Totalfarker 433 noted:
"Classical shredding + orchestra works about the same way as
dinosaurs + office environent = funny.
Only, the latter equation is enjoyable sometimes."
But the members of TSO are no strangers to unnecessary displays of near-foolish levels of rock excess for excess sake.
From Savatage's website:
Q: Why did Steve use three bass drums? Did he actually play all three?
A: Steve worked on the philosophy that more is better, so if one bass drum is good, two are great, than three must be even better. During the POTN all three were used, the third one on the right used by a slave pedal. It proved to be overkill, so on all subsequent tours it was there for looks only. During the Gutter tour the inner head had a bull’s eye drawn on it, for the purpose of testing aiming abilities when he was spitting. Steve was allotted a certain amount of points based on his accuracy.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Monday, December 3, 2007
Leave it like you found it.
I am sure that if Emily Post had an entry on footpath (that's sidewalk for those of you following along in the USA) etiquette she would say that if you are going to cut up tremendously expensive and aesthetically pleasing flagstone to install a piece of telecommunications equipment for a privately-held company that you should maybe replace your divots with something better than asphalt, fuckfaces.
That's what she'd say. I'm sure of it.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Menses: The society for smart people and stuff.
I was reading Dikkii's Diatribe and noticed that his latest entry was a boast or lament about the reading level of his blog, as scored by this website.
Dikkii's blog is full of reasonably long and well thought-out pieces about matters of some import. This one seems to talk about women up-on-blocks a lot.
His blog was rated 'undergraduate'. Ours was rated 'genius'. Dikkii, it's time to increase the amount of airtime you commit to uterine effluvia. Period.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
This negro means "success" to many small business with no ad budget
Minimum Wage, Maxiumum Damage- the trials and tribulations of a part-time janitor
As a janitor, I am given access to 24 floors of women's restrooms and that means I can get my rubber-gloved hands on at least a pound of expelled uterine matter a night.
History is replete with individuals who made gold from other people's trash and my mind is churning with ideas on how to capitalize on the dirty tampons and pads of hundreds of women.
Craig's List here I come. I bet they laughed at Vanderbilt when he imported the first Asian hooker.
Menses mean money, baby.
Monday, November 26, 2007
At least referring to it as "The Curse" had some dignity
Now that I have awkwardly explained why I am in possession of sanitary napkins, let's examine why they are blog-worthy:
Oh, look how cute and stylish. How very Paul Smith! Ok, whatever. Now to peel off the backing and stick the pad to your knickers.
Um...What. The. Fuck. I'm shedding uterine lining here, people, not taking a coffee and Metamucil assisted morning constitutional. Thanks for the reading material on the back of my crotch-pad, but it's not exactly a cereal box, now is it? Also, to the wiseass who decided to call these maxi-pad factoids "Odd Spots", while I normally applaud such irreverence, I'm going to withhold my kudos this time. Sometimes a little shame is a good thing.
Is this bad?
Why are you telling me about your heroin addiction?
Like all nerds, I harbored an ongoing lust for anything with tits and a second glance for me. She was ridiculously hot in a Gaul-ish kind of way and was, of course, out of my league. Chance encounters on campus and an odd connection between an old man in a Dunkin Donuts and her mother were all I had to fuel my tiny hope that one day that we’d make a connection and that awesome body would ride me like a Harley on a bad piece of road. I couldn’t even remember her name the day I ran into her while walking out of the Cherry Hill Mall. I just remembered that she dated some drummer and dug musicians. One of the first things she said to me was that she finally kicked heroin but her boyfriend was still using.
My incredulity at her sudden admission of a heroin addiction was complete. My mouth ran by itself. She showed me her trackless arms with an enthusiasm I had never seen in an ex-junkie and she proudly proclaimed she had never fucked a drug dealer in exchange for his wares. She even rolled up her jacket instead of taking it off. How do you stick a gold star on that and where do you hang it on your refrigerator?
My mouth kept on running, obnoxiously asking probing questions, my mind locked away saying, “HOLY SHIT” over and over again.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Friday, November 23, 2007
BE IT KNOWN! Penelope Cruz a PORN STAR?
Apparently, superstar actress Penelope Cruz WILL BE PLAYING ONE in her next project.
"Penelope and Monica Cruz, July 2007 (Carlos Alvarez, Getty Images)
Penelope Cruz will play a porn star alongside her sister Monica in her next screen role.
The pair have agreed to star in a video to accompany their rock star brother Eduardo's new album 'Cosas Que Contar'.
Cruz says, "We're going to be playing porn stars.""
THERE you HAVE it. From she herself. How EXCITING for her to be playing an actress in an industry that is run primarily by males for males with an emphasis on the comodifying grotesque ideas of beauty.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
I find your argument sophisticated, and will change my opinion forthwith.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Modern life is rubbish - re-evaluated
Monday, November 19, 2007
That Automan font is awesome.
The writer's strike is a golden opportunity.
I wish I was a picture editor for an online newspaper
Heather Mills is a reasonably attractive woman, and also I assume she goes off like a cat in a box. I mean Sir Paul is wealthy. He could have had his pick of a lot of women. Even, I assume, a lot of amputees, if that's his things. But he chose old crazy Heather. I assume it's because she's kinda hot, kinda odd, and reminds him a little of that other bird he used to bone lots and lots. And that she is kinky. I remember reading that when she lost her leg, she got her then boyfriend to stoink her in the hospital, in a somewhat Cronenbergesque manner.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
When did we all get together and vote on this 'right'?
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Robin Williams: Magical negro
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
The Origins of Bai Ling
Anyway, after devouring every blog post on "what claudia wore", I had an epiphany. Let me illustrate it in images for you:
Ok, so the illustrators never did Claudia justice on the covers. I'll give you a description straight from the book, in the fashion icon's own words:
"At the moment I'm wearing lavender plaid cuffed pants with suspenders over a green shirt with buttons down the front, a matching lavender beret (and not just because I'm at my easel), and fleece-lined, high-top sneakers which I must admit are uncomfortably hot, but they look great. Also, I've got on earrings shaped like Christmas tree lights that actually blink on and off. I'm not sure why I chose to wear them, since it's nowhere near Christmas, but I love jewelry, like to make my own sometimes, and have pierced ears."
...and that one is tame! Now, on to my epiphany:
Now, if you are not suitably impressed by my "Bai Ling is Claudia Kishi all grown up" theory, let me just inform you that I emailed the ladies who write my favorite blog -Heather and Jessica at gofugyourself.com - to tell them of the fantastic connection my champagne addled brain managed to make. They replied that I had blown their minds. I am currently trying to exercise some restraint and not go into an orgy of gushing fangirl-dom and numerous emails that may border on harassment. Lucky for them I live in Australia now. If I was still home in San Diego, I'd be driving up the 405 freeway right now with matching BFF t-shirts, a roll of duct tape and all my back issues of US Weekly.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Minimum Wage, Maxiumum Damage- the trials and tribulations of a part-time janitor
I prefer to do it while the painting is on the floor during renovations. It's more degrading to the artist and his art. You aren't violating the painting while it sits majestically where it can be appreciated and worshiped. Finding the painting off to the side, where it has been shunted because functionality has to be addressed and pretty images have no place in an electrical wiring diagram is the kind of sex that you have with nasty girls with father issues that you know is going to lead to all kinds of drama but goddamn SHE BUCKS HER HIPS LIKE A COTTON CANDY MACHINE. In this case, it's an inanimate object and you're touching your balls to the canvas but nonetheless it is exhilarating. Like signing or pissing in a Duchamp, you are part of the art's history.
Tonight's lesson: unmarried Muslim women want dick just like unmarried non-Muslim women. It has taken my co-worker all of one date with the new girl to have her making out with him and grabbing his dick through his jeans. I have already made him promise me he'll have her wear the burka when he smashes it from behind.
You read it, now you can't unread it.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Together at last!
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
I have begun a new work out routine
"EVERY MORNING I WAKE UP AND OPEN PALM SLAM A VHS INTO THE SLOT. IT'S CHRONICLES OF RIDDICK AND RIGHT THEN AND THERE I START DOING THE MOVES ALONGSIDE WITH THE MAIN CHARACTER, RIDDICK. I DO EVERY MOVE AND I DO EVERY MOVE HARD. MAKIN WHOOSHING SOUNDS WHEN I SLAM DOWN SOME NECRO BASTARDS OR EVEN WHEN I MESS UP TECHNIQUE. NOT MANY CAN SAY THEY ESCAPED THE GALAXYS MOST DANGEROUS PRISON. I CAN. I SAY IT AND I SAY IT OUTLOUD EVERYDAY TO PEOPLE IN MY COLLEGE CLASS AND ALL THEY DO IS PROVE PEOPLE IN COLLEGE CLASS CAN STILL BE IMMATURE JEKRS. AND IVE LEARNED ALL THE LINES AND IVE LEARNED HOW TO MAKE MYSELF AND MY APARTMENT LESS LONELY BY SHOUTING EM ALL. 2 HOURS INCLUDING WIND DOWN EVERY MORNIng"
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Ben Cousins: Dead-set Aussie fuckin' legend.
So, I don't much care for football. At best, I think it's a way to keep bogans entertained and off the ski slopes during winter. However, I can admit to a growing interest in it now that the entire Ben Cousins fiasco continues to get better and better. Last we heard from our hero he was dressing like a rock star and text messaging bitches from the dock in court a couple of weeks ago. As my female friends said 'He is so fucking hot'.
As demanded by the increasingly Americanised media, he had to go and do his penance in rehab. In Los Angeles. Yeah.
Rehab.
For cocaine use.
In L.O.S. A.N.G.E.L.E.S.
Ahem.
So he flies to LA LA Land. And is promptly picked up at the airport by two hot bitches, and pisses that rehab nonsense off altogether.
That's the 21st century equivalent of Boonie's massive can intake on the way to Heathrow.
My favourite part of this story is this quote from West Coast Eagles boss Trevor Nisbet: "It seems to us he never had any intentions to return (to rehab). We feel betrayed."
Trevor - you are a tool.
Dealing with bat shit small-time clients
-inability to understand that no, I can't make major programming changes in an hour [CHECK]
-from New Jersey [CHECK]
- "shit or get off the pot" mentality towards marketing?
Can I block an IP address?[CHECK]
Ever since day 1, someone is on my site constantly, without ordering or putting anything in the cart. It's very weird. They are on the site at least 10 times a day. And they don't click through, they just go to one item and that's it. Always a different item. Their IP addrfess is NY, but it doesn't show up on my awstats at all.
I don't want this person on my website....is that possible?
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Good foresight, mate.
Such is middle-age, dickhead.
I hate it when people I don't like get it right
In my opinion, the guy is getting a hard time for doing what half the city tacitly acknowledges they do whenever they can afford it or they can get their hands on it.
Well, All Men Are Liars reckons that Cousins is getting a hard time because A: Journalists are jealous of him, and B: He's not contrite enough.
Kinda like the same way that Lindy Chamberlain got a hard time because A: All journalists secretly want to kill their kids, and B: She wasn't contrite.
Oh journalism! When will you get over your jealousy?