Thursday, January 27, 2005
GBDH does not like songs, the predominance of which, are "talking songs." Suzanne Vega made the form gay, and I am sorry to say that SLINT lilted right into that trap, and though my colleagues will disparage that asservation, and perhaps rightly so, I will only concede that this band is saved by screaming, when they're not verbalizing their generic allegiences to the Charlie Daniels Band's, "The Legend of Wooley Swamp," which I am listening to right now for strictly research purposes, FUCK YEAH. Whispering songs are also to be strenuously eschewed, per 10cc's "I'm Not In Love": "Be quiet, big boys don't cry, / big boys don't cry." Worse yet is the practice the following dictum forbids: never be in a band that aspires to cover a "talking song," no matter what.
Songs that refer to the way things taste suck. "That sugar cane / tastes so sweet...." a la the Random Lyric Movements of our most global local talent. This detestation is only a sub-set of my general dislike for questions related to the way things "taste," as when a waitron asks, "Sir, does everything taste all right?" You tell me, lady. Is there something I can taste? When a dude asks you, you are to aver, "Get the fuck out of my mouth."
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Everyone knows that “Red” the leaping UPS man is a Republikan, and HE'LL KICK YOUR ASS. Surprised?:
Bank of America Corporation Charlotte NC $250,000
Wachovia Corporation Jacksonville FL $250,000
United Parcel Service Roswell GA $250,000
Can somebody cut his benefits?
I always knew to shop at Lowe’s for any DIY project. HomeDepot is total crap, and nobody there knows shit. I mean, some bird advised me to use SANDED grout on my bathroom walls! For the LOVE OF GOD, SANDED GROUT?!?! Enough said, and if you don’t know what I am talking about, then HomeDepot’s got a job for you.
The Home Depot Washington DC $250,000Nope, the kitchen sink has to go.
Pfizer, Inc. New York NY $250,000And the computer asswell.
Microsoft Corporation Redmond WA $100,000Source: http://www.inaugural05.com/donors/
Stay tuned .... Portions of THE BOOK are soon to be published here and at publisher's discretion. The forgoing text was sponsored by ISIS's Panopticon.
Monday, January 17, 2005
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. . . . I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slaveowners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.
Too bad two good pages, http://www.mlkday.com/, and, http://thekingcenter.com (right in HotLanta), are down today. But this one's excellent: http://www.stanford.edu/group/King/.
I live across the street from a very old, rockin’, Bible preachin’, Black church – a small white Cinderbox that thrums with drums, bass, Casio keys, alleluias, and "Welllll" on Sundays and Wednesdays. It’s fucking awesome! I’ll be tuning in tonight on my front porch, you can be sure. You know of course I want to go. But I won’t, lest I appear to be that ModelFag with indy glasses on Amazing Race.
In other news: C E T A C E A N A
FRIENDS, Mastodonians, and Moby Dickers alike. My noise collaborator’s got WHALES! Get ‘em gat ‘em!
Be sorry for WHALES, too.
Be mindful of the Quæstio of the day: “Do I really want to stay in an organization where the sole purpose is to kill?” Let me think about that one. . . .
Thursday, January 13, 2005
Fuck You of the day:
"Therefore, the sticker must be removed from all of the textbooks into which it has been placed." fUCK yOU pARENTS oF cOBB cOUNTY sCH()()L dickstrict.
Cooking Tip of the day:
"A sorry thing
should be covered with cellophane."
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
And remember, the Mammal first had to ATTACK the dinosaur before eating it. That's what's cool.
"M. C. Hammer,
You trusted me because I wore your clothes."
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Check out these two SteveMcClureMovies, however:
. . . . in addition to the MentiriPaintings:
Man or woman, we all have a butthole.
You see what the rain does:
Behind every face is a fuck-up.
Put the flag on the moon for her.
take her, leave her.
My Budweiser raft is the best.
Monday, January 10, 2005
It’s America across
the world, sorry very much.
View-master viewer sunrise,
Peggy sees, sees also Moe
cancered out, cleaning out his colon
with the Republicans.
"What’s the name
of that store that’s not Kmart?,"
he asks, helps him think of something else.