It's So Hot...

I just saw a squirrel spontaneously combust outside my window.

EdP seems to think that this hellish inferno is "okily-dokily", but I'm with the Old Dog on this one. It's freaking hot as nuts out there.
Speaking of nuts; mine are firmly fucking affixed to my leg - It's going to take a spatula, some industrial solvent, and 3 migrant workers to get 'em dislodged.
As a super-special added bonus, the goddamn Senate is in for an extra week, so I have to sweat it out in full 'suit and tie mode' all week. This eats an ass.

Oh, and to top off the whole shit-pile; check THIS out.

Old... So Old (and damp)

I'm out at the Lagwagon - Lawrence Arms - A Wilhelm Scream show at Black Cat.

I'm older than everybody up in this joint.

It's hot as fuck, I'm sweating like a whore in church, and to top it all off - while I was at the urinal my Prince Albert squirted piss all down my right leg.

I'm still hangin' tough, though - I'm doin' it for the rock.

- Sent From Blackberry Handheld -

Whatcha Drinkin' To?

OK, you bastards. Here's the deal:
I just finished up a super-secret mix CD of all of my favorite drinkin' songs. It's a special mix made for drunks, by a drunk, while drunk.

Musically, it's all over the place. I assembled the rough list over the last couple of weeks, but once I got in front of the burner (and a few glasses of Michter's Small Batch Unblended American Whiskey down) all the rules went out the window. I cut tracks, I added tracks, and (somehow) I mislaid one of the CDs before I could get the track I wanted in the mix. I decided (with about 15 minutes left of recordable space) that if it didn't have 'Nellie the Elephant' by the Toy Dolls on it, then it was worthless. That song ain't even about drinkin' - It's about an Elephant that escapes from the circus, but (nonetheless) it's the greatest drinkin' song ever... Because I said so, that's why.
The mix is brilliant. It's meant to be put on repeat and let go. The mix is much better the third time around (and 11 rounds along). I'm seriously diggin' it - my liver is not.

So, how do you get yer filthy semen encrusted hands on this bitch? Don't e-mail me - this one ain't so easy. In order to get a copy of this mix you need to get it directly from me, and I need to be drunk. Them's the rules. I'm bringing back a fist-full of these puppies back to IL with me. Get a few rounds in me, and once I start slurrin' these things will loose themselves from my clutches like the spoils from a bourbon pinata. That way, I get a chance to blather on about how great track # 25 is, and why I put on track # 22, or talk about the relationship between track #5 and Track #6... blah, blah blah.
A good time to ask for the CD is when I'm trying to get the bartender to play it in the bar by using only grunts and hand gestures, or vomiting in the corner - both times are golden.

The IL contingent is getting the first crack at this mix, so you DC folks will have to wait 'til September to catch me in The Hunt, Black Cat, or DC9. I'll be seeing you soon - You bring the whiskey, I've got the tunes.

Rock It

Tonight I'm headin' out the the Adolescents - Street Dogs - Vacancies show. It should rock some serious ass.

Tomorrow morning I get to go to my weekly 8:30AM client meeting. That's gonna suck. Why does all of my frogurt have to be cursed?

Hey Kid, I'm a Computer!

I finally broke down and turned to the darkside of the computer force.

No, I didn't buy a fucking Mac (because I'm not totally gay, or a 12 year old girl).

I just bought a laptop. I've owned a few laptops in the past and have absolutely HATED them. They were slow, unreliably, unwieldy, full of bugs, only marginally portable, and I could never fucking work that goddamned track-pad. I still have a Vaio laptop (circa 2001) that I'd gotten from an old job; I've had that computer for 5 years, but it hasn't left it's case since I bought my desktop 3 years ago.

Suddenly, I felt an urge to pick up a small lightweight laptop for travel. From what I've heard, the modern laptop is light-years ahead of models from just a couple of years ago.
Then I saw this on Ben's Bargains:
Inspiron E1405 Dual Core Laptop
Intel® Core™ Duo Processor
Windows XP Media Center Edition
14.1-inch widescreen display
5.3 lbs.
1GB DDR2 SDRAM
120GB Hard Drive
8X CD/DVD Burner (DVD+/-RW) with double-layer DVD+R write capability
Intel PRO/Wireless 3945 Internal Wireless and Bluetooth Modem
$699.00 Shipped

I went for it, and I'm pretty excited. I don't plan on using this as my main computer, but I figure that this'll make one kick-ass back-up/travel computer.
In the end, I'm sure that I'll end up hating it.

There's only one thing that's driving me nuts; I still can't figure out how I'll get the Internets on this thing if it's not hooked up to a series of tubes. Anyone?
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Bunch of Pee-Shy Bitches

Every time I use the urinals at a major sporting event, everyone seems to run off as soon as I hit the 'scene'. Even at sold-out games there seems to be a 3 urinal gap around me.
I think that from now on I should probably start pissing TOWARD the urinals, 'cause my current method clearly ain't workin'.

- Sent From Blackberry Handheld -

Battle for the Bottom

I'm out at the Cubs/Nats game. According to the rulebook, someone's gotta win.

I'll place my bet on the Tigers.

PS: Fuck Prior

- Sent From Blackberry Handheld -

Too Much Information, Some Gay-Ass Shit, & A Kick In The Teeth

I can't sleep. I had some grilled scallops wrapped in bacon with a grilled peach and raspberry chutney for dinner, it was really good. Actually it was good at the time, but now I've got the worst case of the squirts that I've encountered in quite a while. I've pooped 6 times in the last 3 hours & am considering purchasing a 3-point harness for my terlet.
I'm not getting to sleep any time soon.

Since I'm up (and fairly loaded) , I'd like to state my way-gay love of the e-pissers; in particular edP. Only in this day and age could 2 people from complete opposite ends of the socio-political spectrum, who see each other about a half dozen times per year, stay so close due to a series of tubes (see: Ted Stevens). Hell, that boy could run for Pope (if he wasn't straight & spreadin' his seed all willy-nilly), whereas I would sell the rights to televise my girlfriend's abortion to the Fox Reality Channel if the price was right (uterine scraper - come on down). It fills me with a warm fuzzy feeling (and should scare everyone else senseless) that this camaraderie could sustain itself between a saint and a sinner from 750 miles across this great nation.

Since I randomly brought up the whole abortion thing, and alluded to it in the previous post, I'm gonna drop a bomb: I'm vehemently pro-choice, but I could give a shit if Roe v. Wade was reversed.
The Roe v. Wade decision is a national decision; if it were to be reversed it would automatically become a states-rights issue. Thankfully, I have always lived (and will always live) in progressive states. I want those backward theocratic states to reap what they sow. I want the southern states to choke on unwanted pregnancies, heightened drop-out rates, and skyrocketing medical costs. Hell, any knocked-up Southern slut with any disposable income could still visit the scenic North, catch a Cubs game, go see the deer romp across a scenic prairie field, and get that pesky implanted zygote scraped from her uterine wall. It's a huge cottage-industry I tell ya. Fuck, maybe we could even get the educated well-off Southern folk to move North and shore up our slipping congressional numbers. Anything that offsets the Northern exodus is fine by me. There's your brochure right there: Would You Rather Have Warm Winters, Or Control Over Your Own Body? It's fucking brilliant.

Well there you go, Tell me that I'm wrong (I just won't listen). EdP is gonna love to hate this post... Blah, Blah, blah.
I would ramble on even more, but I have to poop (yet again), consider that your blessing.
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If y'all need a chaser after that post, I'd highly recommend you check out the Woot podcast from Thursday.

Veto This, You Twat

Motherfucker.

Every goddamned bloated spending bill that came across Bush 's desk he signed. Every inflated foreign aid project he signed. Every single piece of shit bill that came across that idjit's desk he signed. Seriously It's like we have a mad liberal at the nation's purse-strings. The guy is like a drunken sorority girl; he just can't say no.
I'm a Republican, and I can't stand the guy. He's mortgaging the nation's future on all of his quixotic daydreams. Fuck.

Stop the presses - He just vetoed his first; the stem-cell bill. For some reason God's friends have a huge stick up their collective ass about using genetic waste (and that's what it is) for medical research. These embryonic stem cells aren't gonna grow up to be good little Christian babies, they're going right into the dumpster. So, what's the big fucking deal here? My grandmother died of cancer, & you're saying that globs of goo are more precious than human life? Fuck you.

Now he's doing a press conference on CNN surrounded by dumpy lookin' Middle-Americans holding screaming babies. Fuck that guy.
I hope those babies have to suck cock behind the dumpster of a strip club to pay for their medical procedures twenty years down the road. That's probably why they're crying - they see their future of degenerative disease, and hopeless struggle in a bankrupt nation.
Jesus Christ, someone shut them the fuck up.

*click*

WWIII for Fun & Profit

I had been holding back on doing a post on the Middle-East conflict, and was waiting to join a discussion on another e-pisser's blog. Two weeks later, that hasn't really happened, so here we are.

First off, the conflict: Anyone who hasn't had their head buried in sand over the last few years could see this coming - It was inevitable. The "road map to peace" was a joke and horribly over-simplified. It just wasn't going to work.
I, for one, welcome the fighting. My only concern is that the gunfire will cease before anything is accomplished. If anyone needs to be fighting radical Islamic militants it's the Israelis (not the US), and this seems as good of time as any.

The big problems with this current action are two-fold:
1) The United States is already part of this war. When the administration opened up the second (Iraqi) front on the "war on terror", we automatically deposed Israel as the "big man" in the fight against Muslim extremists. We had allied ourselves with Israel before the first missile was launched. If we would have stuck to the Afghanistan war, we may have been able to stay to the periphery, but by opening up a second front in Iraq we have positioned ourselves squarely in the middle of this conflict. We are married to it.
2) Those Muslims are fucking crazy. No matter how many bombs you drop, or people you kill, there will be waves of combatants to rebuild and take to the front lines. Everyone should have learned this back in the days of colonialism. Their social structure is extremely controlled, and doesn't conform well (or at all) to outside influence. We recently learned that in Afghanistan, and we're learning that in Iraq (again). The area is unstable, and current allies will be future enemies (Remember when we supported the Taliban when they were fighting the Soviets, or remember when we supported Saddam Hussein when we were at odds with Iran?). It's a lost cause.
The first thing you'll learn in any Social Anthropology class is to never judge another culture by the mores and values of your own. To which I say: Fuck that rule, Anthropology! These people are racist, sexist, homophobic, religious nuts. Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke (or a shitload of bombs).

Well, now we're stuck. If I had it my way they'd round up all hostile forces and march them South past the Suez Canal, build a big fucking wall along that bitch, then head down and raze Mecca - just for the hell of it. That's not going to happen. I believe that the only way to prevent future conflicts is to make this one absolute hell. Choke the Jordan river with bodies thick enough to walk across. Dismantle governments and bomb the ruins. Turn Lake Tiberias red with blood. FUCK THINGS UP. Nobody remembers skirmishes, but everyone loves an atrocity . Give 'em one for the ages.

I've Got Nothin'

Random notes:

- I've made the switch over to Firefox & I'm lovin' it.

- The Jesus & Mary Chain Rhino DualDiscs re-issues are rockin' some serious ass.

- I'm working on a few short stories for ChrisB's 'Ultra Extreme Literature Slam - Sponsored by Mountain Dew'. One should make it. If I had to bet, I'd wager that I'll end up reading the one that starts out:
"Things have been really weird since Jesus came back to Earth..."

A New England

Over the past few days I've been completely obsessed with the Billy Bragg song "A New England". I've probably listened to that damn song 3 dozen times; hell, I'm listening to it now. If I had more tech skillz I'd post it up here, but I can't even figure out how to paste in ChrisB's L&E header. I are dumb. Keep an ear out for it on the Fall '06 Mix CD.

Helluva Day

I was gonna write a huge rant about the big thing that happened today - then I realized that I couldn't talk about it. Then in the middle of that thing, something else happened that I can't mention. Then shortly after that, the Dago called to tell me that the dog got away from him (once again). Fuck me.

Everything worked out fine with the first thing, everything should be fine with the second thing, and the dog showed up (eventually), but I'm still gonna kill that fucking wop.

OK, Here's the Deal:

It looks like my IL schedule is fairly well cemented, so here it is:

August Itinerary (So Far)
Thursday the 10th: Drive to IL
Wednesday the 16th: Get my eyes zapped out at the Lasik place in Sycamore
Saturday the 19th: The Girl flies out to join me for the rest of the stay (& serve as my seeing-eye-waif)
Saturday the 26th: Lawrence Arms @ The House (DeKalb)
Monday the 28th: Drive back to DC, making sure to "forget" The Girl & Milo somewhere in Ohio

That's all I've got so far (aside from a few eye exams before and after the zappin'), so feel free to hash out some campin' plans (and other whatnot) up on this. C'mon people, whaddaya got?

Picture of the Day:

For more fan-geek nonsense check out the Wired article : The Cult of Leia's Metal Bikini

A Statement, An Excuse, & An Announcement.

There is some seriously wiggy shit going down out here in DC, unfortunately I can't say a goddamn thing about it.

I've been stupid-busy the last week, and expect to be just as busy for the rest of this week. I'll try to get some asinine crap up here on the blog, but I'm not making any promises.

The one thing I'm ready to announce: I plan to be back in Illinois from August 11th through August 26th. Dates are subject to change, but probably won't. Prepare your defenses.

Oooooooh, Purty!

I put up a handful of fireworks shots from the 4th up on my Flickr page. Check 'em out if you're transfixed by bright shiny things - I know I am.

Parry Gripp, Web Entrepreneur

Mr. Parry Gripp has a DOMAIN NAME FOR SALE.
I'd love to expound further, but that would ruin the surprise. The link is work-friendly, but the (fucking hilarious) song that auto-plays might cause an awkward moment for you and/or your co-workers. Be sure to read the full pitch - It's some seriously funny shit.

What I'm Listening To - Summer 2006

Here's the 4th seasonal CD Mix. This time I shook things up a little bit; alphabetical order went straight out the window, 'cause it's summertime and the rules of order just don't apply. Plus, I wanted to start off with the Screeching Weasel track and end with the Sludgeworth track. That killed the order right off the bat. If you want to be a jerk about it, feel free to reorganize it on your MP3 player.

Okay, on to the disc itself. All I've got to say is that this new comp flat-out rocks. Period. End.

If I could marry an inanimate object, this CD would be my sweet bitch. I'd be so deep into this compilation that they'd need to call the fire department to break out the Jaws of Life to free my junk... Um, well...
I guess what I'm sayin' is that this comp is really good. Check it out:

Liner Notes:

1) Screeching Weasel - First Day of Summer
from the 1996 release "Bark Like a Dog"
Every year, on the first day of summer, I listen to this song on an almost continuous loop. This is a great song to get y'all up in the Summer mood.

2) Parry Gripp - Goin' Campin'
an MP3 file from his website
Demand: EdP and/or The Old Dog have to learn this song before the August camp-out. This must be done - I command it.

3) Earl Lee Grace - So Good
from the 1995 release "Blackgrass"
Back in 1995 Blag Dahlia (lead singer of the Dwarves) released this Buck Owensesque album. A couple of months later Bloodshot Records released their first CD, later launching the "Alt-Country" scene into the mainstream. Nowadays, no one ever mentions 'Earl Lee Grace', and this release remains a forgotten gem.

4) Neko Case - Star Witness
from the 2006 release "Fox Confessor Brings the Flood"
Speaking of Bloodshot... The queen of Alt-Country left 'em and headed off to Epitaph/Anti. This is track #2 off of her brand spankin' new one.

5) Bad Astronaut - Killers and Liars
from the 2002 release "Houston: We Have a Drinking Problem"
Truth be told, if this comp was weighted by time spent listening to any individual artist, most of the tracks would be Bad Astronaut and Armchair Martian. I've been listening to the Bad Astronaut stuff over and over, and it's not getting old.FYI: this is a side project of Joey Cape (from Lagwagon/Me First & the Gimme Gimmes).

6) Armchair Martian- Confession
from the 2002 release "Who Wants to Play Bass?"
I have a WMA disc in my car that has all of the Armchair Martian and Drag the River (Jon's other band) releases on one CDR. I listened to that disc all the way from DC to New Jersey and back. I never thought of switching it out. Also, I listened to the whole Armchair Martian catalog somewhere between DC & Phoenix. I can't get enough. This track is one of my favorites.

7) J Mascis - Back Before You Go
from the 2000 release "More Light"
I fucking love this chorus. It sounds familiar, but I can't quite place it. The best I've come up with is somewhere between M.O.T.O. & Redd Kross. Whatever it is, it's catchy as fuck.

8) Folk Implosion - Free to Go
from the 1999 release "One Part Lullaby"
I wanted to put on the title track from this record, but The Girl talked me out of it. She was right; this song was the perfect fit for this comp. I'm an idiot.

9) The Kinks - Picture Book
from the 2004 special edition re-release of the 1968 album "The Village Green Preservation Society"
Once again, I wanted to put on another Kinks track, but ended up changing my mind at the last minute. I was all about "Sunny Afternoon", but then I picked up this re-release, and couldn't get "Picture Book" outta my damned head. So, here it is - and remember to stock up on HP photo paper.

10) Peaches - Set it Off (Tobi Neumann Mix)
from the 2000 release "Teaches of Peaches"
Filth - plain and simple. I love it

11) Tommy February 6 - Choose Me or Die
from the 2004 release "Tommy Airline"
What would any Summer mix be without a Japanese dance-pop track with scary-ass co-dependent lyrics? Frankly, I don't want to know.

12) Servotron - Serve, Obey, Protect Men From Harm
from the 1998 release "Entertainment Program for Humans"
When the robots raise up and enslave humanity, this is what we'll be dancing to every Saturday night after our weekend double-shifts in the Zinc mines. Get used to it.

13) Jets to Brazil - Orange Rhyming Dictionary
from the 2000 release "Four Cornered Night"
For weeks, I had the opening of this song echoing through my brain. No matter how hard I'd try, I couldn't quite place it. Finally, one Sunday afternoon I said aloud "Jets to Brazil". This track went on the mix list about 15 seconds later.

14) Love - A Message to Pretty
from the 1966 self-titled release "Love"
The second version of M2P in the Mix chronology; this time, performed by the original artist. This version is a good Summer fit. Keep your ears open for a couple more cover versions on forthcoming mixes, and once again thank EdP for the idea.

15) M.O.T.O. - The Turd That Came to Life
from the 1988 7" EP "Hammeroid"
I'm still digging on the M.O.T.O. - hard. This track is probably the most juvenile track I've ever put in a mix, and I can't get enough. FYI: this track was re-issued on the "Single File" CD - go buy it now.

16) Lawrence Arms - Quincetuple Your Money
from the 2001 Split CD (with the Chinkees) "Present Day Memories"
I'm so totally psyched about the upcoming Lagwagon/Lawrence Arms show @ Black Cat that I'm using terms like "totally psyched". This is the new(er) band with the Chicagoland kids from Tricky Dick. For you D-Town folks, they'll be playing at The House August 26th. I'll be there; will you?

17) The (International) Noise Conspiracy - Up for Sale
from the 2001 release "A New Morning Changing Weather"
I saw these guys open for some band at the 9:30 Club a couple of years back. I fucking hated them. Something about their look/stage presence rubbed me the wrong way. Recently, I picked up this disc out of the local used CD store's bargain bin, and have been really diggin' it. I can admit I was wrong.

18) Against Me! - Those Anarcho Punks are Mysterious
from the 2003 release "The Acoustic EP"
I just recently discovered this band, and I'm fuckin' lovin' 'em. Hands down, the best new band I've discovered in the last year. Great fucking lyrics.

19) Firewater - So Long, Superman
from the 1998 release "The Ponzi Scheme"
In honor of this Summer's Hollywood blockbuster. From their incredible 1998 sophomore album.

20) X - 4th of July
from the 1987 release "See How We Are"
The perfect summer song from a band that's finally getting some (much belated) recognition.

21) McLusky - She Will Only Bring You Happiness
from the 2004 release "The Difference Between Me & You Is That I'm Not on Fire"
The Old Dog digs the line "Note to invading aliens; avoid this town, like this town avoided us". I dig their entire catalog. I'm still way bummed that they broke up. If you didn't get the chance to see them live, you really missed out.

22) Sludgeworth - Someday (Roadkill 7" Version)
from the 1990 Self-Titled 7" (Long Out of Print)
This is an alternate version of my favorite song of all time. It has been for the last 13 years. This version is taken directly from the "lost" EP. It's a lot faster than the Johan's Face/Lookout version, but still kicks some ass. This is probably the only place you'll ever hear this track unless you want to spend a bunch of time and money tracking down a copy of the vinyl.
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Once again, I'm only burning 50 copies of this bitch (hand numbered), and (as always) it's first come - first served. The different bit is that I created a new e-mail address to take requests for this one. If you want a FREE copy, shoot your name and mailing address to: dclies@gmail.com.

The first batch should be ready to ship in a couple of days, so get to the begging. You know you want it.

New Links

Couple of announcements:

1) My old roommate, Miss Jeanne, has a blog. If you want to know what's what in Idaho, My Own Private Idaho is the place to be.

2) One of The Girl's co-workers is moving to Chicago to work for Drag City Records. If anyone needs a new roommate, or knows of available housing for under $500 per month (preferable along the Damen bus route), let me know. Sara is a totally hip chick, and a load of fun.
It's time for you to step up to the plate, Chicago people.
Check out her "this is not a blog" at www.soundhazy.com.

Labels

OK, kids here's that rant you've been waiting for:
The lovely Jeanne (ex-roommate and archaeologist extraordinaire) sent me THIS link (via JohnU). Apparently she read the aforementioned article and thought I could do something with it. For those of you who are too lazy to click the link, I'll summarize: 7,000+ people came together in Idaho for the 39th annual "We are totally gay for Jesus and America festival" (or some such shit). All I could think of while reading it was the 'Labels' rant I've had swimming around in my head for the last couple of months, so I think that this serves as a good jumping-off point.

In any loosely defined sub-sect of society you will have individuals that have binding interests and/or collective identities. As soon as 3 people find that they share more than 2 things in common, it is inevitable that some fucking idiot will come up with an unending list of rules to govern said group. I've noticed it in high school, in college, in social groups, in politics, in vocations, in scenes, and all over the motherfucking internet. This shit has always gotten my nuts in a twist, but lately it's un-fucking-bearable.

In the case of the USA lovin' Christ fuckers, everyone seems to feels the need to get together in a huge fucking group to beat their chests, gnash their teeth, speak in tongues, and carry on to prove that they are pretty little pious patriots. I'm sure they then broke off into groups to decide what books to burn, what TV shows to protest, or which gay-friendly corporations to boycott. It's the whole; "If everyone doesn't see me do it, then they might think I don't love God and Country" mentality. Idiots.

Yeah, everyone can laugh at the zealots, but it gets even more ridiculous in the circles I'm familiar with. I grew up in the late '80s/early '90s Chicago punk scene. Those Idaho holy-rollers have nothing on suburban scenesters. Find any hipster sub-sect, and they'll have more asinine rules than the fucking Koran. If you wear these shoes, it means this; if you listen to this band then you can't to do that; if you have that haircut, then you have to believe this... it's all horseshit. It got so bad that Mr. Ben Weasel wrote a satirical article in Maximum Rock & Roll (the punksters' bible) on the rules of punk, and people started FUCKING FOLLOWING HIS NEW MOCK-RULES like they were handed down to motherfuckin' Moses. Fucking retards.

And now onto the fucking blogs... Elise touched on this topic earlier (I would link to her rant, but that would divulge her super-secret new blog address, thus leaving her vulnerable to the Mongolian hoards that seem to be after her), but this shit has been digging deep into my proverbial 'craw' for about a year now. Anyone that has a website/blog that purports to be part of a bigger scene/movement, leaves every fucking thought they have open to an unending stream of criticism from the hive-mind. I'm gonna pick on Kaka (sorry, but it's the perfect example). I feel bad for her, she can't even buy a pink shirt, or confess a love of unicorns without someone railing on about "oppressive gender roles" or pointing out that in history the unicorn was a symbol of theistic chastity, and therefore antithetical to the 'cause'. Sweet fancy Christ!
I'd always dated girls that were involved in the gender-equality movement, and I took a bunch of women's studies courses in college, but I can't distance myself far enough from the hard-core feminists crowd. They're all fucking nuts - It's all rules; rules pile high upon a myriad other rules, shit there's even rules that contradict other rules. It drives 'em wacky, and seems to rob most of any sense of humor. I'd be willing to do more for the 'cause', but it's a fuck of a lot less trouble to stand (far) back and giggle.

The thing that gets me is that most of these rules (across all groups) seem to be implemented by the weakest members of a group. It's those who feel alienated that implement the most stringent regulations. It's the poser outsiders who determine the rules of the game. Fuck those losers. Why bend to their fanatical whims? Hell, no one would even pay attention to 'em if they weren't raising such a goddamn ruckus. Why let those in a crisis of faith write dogma? Really, why do you even need this shit? It's not doing anyone a bit of fucking good. It's just an excuse for someone to act superior to the whole of a group.

I never have tolerated any of this shit, so it amazes me when others do so willingly. I'm a tattooed, punk rock listenin', gun owning, Vespa riding, SUV driving, agnostic, pro-choice, gay-friendly, flower photographing, antique syringe collecting, oil painting, well-read, tofu cooking, chain smokin', hard drinkin', blogging, puppy petting, libertarian lobbyist.
If there's anyone else out there that falls into this group, please STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME. And, no matter what, don't ever try to tell me how to live my fucking life.

Wait For It...

I still have a shitload of stuff to get up here, and two days left of vacation. I spent most of today making the "What I'm Listening To - Summer 2006" Mix CD. Well, that and drinking a load of beers with little lime wedges stuck in 'em.
Hopefully, I'll get the artwork done today or tomorrow, and open up the request lines sometime before Wednesday. Until then, here's a taste:
1- Screeching Weasel - First Day of Summer
2- Parry Gripp - Goin' Campin'
3- Earl Lee Grace – So Good
4- Neko Case – Star Witness
5- Bad Astronaut - Killers and Liars
6- Armchair Martian - Confession
7- J Mascis - Back Before You Go
8- Folk Implosion – Free to Go
9- Kinks - Picture Book
10- Peaches – Set it Off (Tobi Neumann Mix)
11- Tommy February 6 – Choose Me or Die
12- Servotron - Serve, Obey, Guard Men From Harm
13- Jets to Brazil – Orange Rhyming Dictionary
14- Love – A Message to Pretty
15- MOTO – The Turd That Came to Life
16- Lawrence Arms – Quincetuple Your Money
17- The (International) Noise Conspiracy – Up for Sale
18- Against Me! – Those Anarcho Punks are Mysterious
19- Firewater - So Long, Superman
20- X - 4th of July
21- McLusky - She Will Only Bring You Happiness
22- Sludgeworth - Someday (1990 Roadkill 7” Version)

Wait for it.