queer and loathing

Cephalic Carnage w/ Michael Haaga (Dead Horse) “Turn”

Ok, I have to admit I’m not a fan of ‘Cookie Monster’ metal anymore, but there was a time in my life where that’s pretty much all listened to. One of my favorite bands, Dead Horse, even inspired me to paint a 4 foot tall horse skeleton on my bedroom wall and name my BBS Peaceful Death.

Really.

Anyway, I found this video on YouTube from a SxSW last last year. It’s from the Dead Horse album ‘Peaceful Dead and Pretty Flowers,’ Michael Haaga joins Cephalic Carnage for the song, Turn.

Cool shit if you’re into it.

I TOTALLY have to find me another dead horse t-shirt.

SEX PISTOLS - rare live at sweden 1977

Sex Pistols back before the tour in the US destroyed them.

Problems

Anarchy in the UK

No Fun

Seventeen/Lazy Sod (GREAT sound…)

Come on down!

Lately I’ve re-started leaving the TV on for the cats when I go to work. It definitely makes them less freaky and skittish when I get home in the morning and there’s less general destruction around the apartment. So anyway I got home around 9:30am or so one particular morning and start surfing porn, as usual… and what comes on? ….

The Price is Right!

Jesus, I haven’t seen TPIR (as the cool cats like to refer to it now) in like, 10 years and it’s even more nutty than the last time I watched. People go totally ape-shit over a package of vacuum cleaner bags. It’s amazing. I swear they pump gaseous meth into the crowd the way these people behave. It’s just not civilized. It’s like watching Oprah give away cars to her studio audience except it’s not Oprah, it’s Bob Barker; it’s not cars, it’s floor polish; and they’re not giving away anything to the audience, they’re making select members of them humiliate themselves on national TV for hot-dog buns. It’s incredible.

The city is not your trash can, beyotch

Some drunk sorostitute chick and her frat-boy boyfriend walked by me as I was taking the previous picture of the inside of Royal St. Grocery, stopped and finished eating her to-go French fries while her boyfriend leaned against the empty city trashcan in front of her, probably pretending to listen what she was talking about. As I started to ride away, she stumbled from the garbage can, almost knocking me over in the process then left her big-assed styrofoam container on the newspaper machine instead of just throwing it away in the above mentioned empty trashcan that was a foot away from her. Uhg.