I had a request to reup the Stray Bullets EP. Here's the original posting with a new link:
Sorry for the lack of posts, but I was away for a week getting hitched. We now resume regularly scheduled broadcasting.
They sometimes lean towards a mean pop-punk sound, other times towards a more hardcore sound, but I don't know much else about Minnesota's Stray Bullets, but I'm willing to bet MN Punk does. So take it away in the comments....
Hey guys, Chipper Jones, former Braves third baseman, is watching REELZ has a very interesting take on the JFK assassination. Someone should look into this!
Ok, ha ha, I get it, dude is drunk trying to walk the escalator the wrong way. Nice try, but still no match for what may be my favorite video of all time: falling up the escalator.
Twitter and Facebook have become cesspools of schadenfreude. I’d like to think that most people wouldn’t dare say to a friend, colleague, or relative the mean-spirited gloating hatefulness that has become common in the last few days...
Liberals need to pipe down. Ruthlessly delighting in Republican sadness will not help bring anyone together to make the most of Obama’s second term.
No, Slate's Katherine Goldstein, you need to give me a fucking break. What kind of bubble do you live in? Do you have Republican friends? I doubt it, because if you did, you'd know that Obama being elected to a second term did not suddenly silence them and make them realize that maybe, just maybe, they need to rethink a few things. Nope. For the most part they've doubled down on the hate and bile. Donald Trump. Victoria Jackson. The Nuge.Calls for assassination. Racial epithets Heck, even normal people on my Facebook feed freaking the fuck out. Not to mention this nutcase.
Get a grip, Katherine. There isn't going to be a kumbaya moment. I'll gladly have a civil conversation with moderate Republicans, but are there any left? Until there's some sign of willingness to engage in a constructive dialogue, end the war on science, and treat the "other", whether they be a minority, immigrant, or gay, as a human being, schadenfreude is all we have.
I love how Republican's think their future success lies bashing Hispanics and immigrants as moochers. They act as if A) the immigrant population is getting smaller, and B) most people don't have first hand-experience with an immigrant (possibly even illegal!) who worked harder than anyone he/or she knows.
Peggy Noonan, whose uniquely airy style of kindergarten-reading-level prose works upon the political chattering classes (but no one else) like a snake charmer's flute works on a cobra, wrote one of the most vapid, scoff-worthy, fact-free columns of the pre-election news cycle, in which she predicted that Mitt Romney would win because she'd been seeing a lot of his yard signs around, lately. Well, now comes the post-election follow-up: Peggy Noonan is resigning from her job as a WSJ columnist, in acknowledgement of the unavoidable fact that she is an embarrassment to her profession.
Ha, playing. Just playing.
Starvation, pestilence, disease. These are all things which depress me. But none as much as the fact that Peggy Freaking Noonan probably brings in a seven-figure salary.
I initially selected Obama but Romney was highlighted. I assumed it was being picky so I deselected Romney and tried Obama again, this time more carefully, and still got Romney. Being a software developer, I immediately went into troubleshoot mode. I first thought the calibration was off and tried selecting Jill Stein to actually highlight Obama. Nope. Jill Stein was selected just fine. Next I deselected her and started at the top of Romney’s name and started tapping very closely together to find the ‘active areas’. From the top of Romney’s button down to the bottom of the black checkbox beside Obama’s name was all active for Romney. From the bottom of that same checkbox to the bottom of the Obama button (basically a small white sliver) is what let me choose Obama. Stein’s button was fine. All other buttons worked fine.
I asked the voters on either side of me if they had any problems and they reported they did not. I then called over a volunteer to have a look at it. She him hawed for a bit then calmly said “It’s nothing to worry about, everything will be OK.” and went back to what she was doing. I then recorded this video.
Great, Nick Popaditch, a Tea Party bully who's polluting East County with signage and backwards views is following me. Why? I don't know! We disagree on EVERYTHING!
So that's weird. More upsetting though...
What the hell? I don't know why I find that so surprising, but I do.
I wouldn’t take the Turner-coached Chargers over the Panthers practice quad on the first game of the season. But if he’s one loss away from getting canned, I’ll take the Turner-coached Chargers over the ’85 freakin’ Bears.
Today's the first day of beef ribs and char-grilled patties, of chicken breast smothered in barbecue sauce and pulled pork Broham sandwiches.
Not gonna argue that Phil's is the best BBQ ever, as it probably couldn't hold a candle to Carolina, Memphis, KC, or Texas 'que (I speculate, since I've never had any of the aforementioned), but it is easily the best in San Diego.
Another victory for Santee. Sonic, In 'N'Out, Phils, Sab-E-Lee... Klantee no more!
So it's high time I start cleaning out my old phone's SD card and all those pictures I meant to blog about but didn't because blogger for Android sucks when it comes to picured. If you see the hashtag #sdcard, you know it's some old random photo. Half the time I won't remember why I took the picture, the other half, whatever joke I meant to make is going to be stale, and the other half will probably be food posts, cuz, well, that's just what people do when you eat. Also, I'm no good at math.
So to kick it off we have this beaut, captured on the Eastboud 8.
Gotta love the New Orleans pride. Even a gold truck! That's tacky dedication usually reserved for Raiders fans. The topper, of course, is the plate. Absolute classic.
With Sandy in full effect, perhaps it's time to take a look at Romney's ideas on disaster relief. From the Republican debates (emphasis mine - I included the whole exchange as to not be accused of selectively editing, but if you just read what's in bold, you'll get the gist):
KING: What else, Governor Romney? You've been a chief executive of a state. I was just in Joplin, Missouri. I've been in Mississippi and Louisiana and Tennessee and other communities dealing with whether it's the tornadoes, the flooding, and worse. FEMA is about to run out of money, and there are some people who say do it on a case-by-case basis and some people who say, you know, maybe we're learning a lesson here that the states should take on more of this role. How do you deal with something like that?
ROMNEY: Absolutely. Every time you have an occasion to take something from the federal government and send it back to the states, that's the right direction. And if you can go even further and send it back to the private sector, that's even better.
Instead of thinking in the federal budget, what we should cut -- we should ask ourselves the opposite question. What should we keep? We should take all of what we're doing at the federal level and say, what are the things we're doing that we don't have to do? And those things we've got to stop doing, because we're borrowing $1.6 trillion more this year than we're taking in. We cannot...
KING: Including disaster relief, though?
ROMNEY: We cannot -- we cannot afford to do those things without jeopardizing the future for our kids. It is simply immoral, in my view, for us to continue to rack up larger and larger debts and pass them on to our kids, knowing full well that we'll all be dead and gone before it's paid off. It makes no sense at all.
I think you might wanna make sure your kids actually survive a disaster and its aftermath before worrying about the debt you'll leave them.
By 1982, Stewart was married to actress Alana Hamilton, ex-wife of actor George Hamilton. They went on vacation in Hawaii, and Toon came along. The hotel was overbooked, so Toon and Alana's son Ashley, who was 7, shared a room. "Toon, of course, couldn't resist pulling some bloke in the bar that evening and taking him back to the room. I fired him in the morning. Toon's revenge was absolutely inspired. He fed the press a story in which, as a consequence of an evening spent orally servicing a gang of sailors in a gay bar in San Diego, I had been required to check into a hospital emergency room to have my stomach pumped...I have never orally pleasured even a solitary sailor, let alone a ship's worth in one evening. And I have never had my stomach pumped, either of naval-issue semen or of any other kind of semen. With minor variations...this story has stayed with me ever since. Say what you like about Tony Toon-and God rest his soul-but he was good at his job."
This was on Zulily, one of those deals sites that trick you into thinking you're getting a deal when you're actually still paying double what you should be paying for any given item.
Anyways, this shirt is from a company called Warrior Poet, but, like, uh, what the fuck?
That looks like it could be an Aryan Brotherhood "White Power" prison tat, right? Am I crazy?
I must see this movie. It's sounds like a laugh riot!
The best way I can describe his narrative technique is to explain the
movie's most hilarious scene. It's early on, and D'Souza is recounting,
via voiceover, a debate he once had on Stanford's campus with Jesse
Jackson. (D'Souza has a thing with Jesse Jackson; he shows up, like,
seven times in the movie. Is it still 1988?) He talks about how Jackson
claimed, in their debate, that racism was less overt than it used to be
but still existed, bubbling under the surface.
While D'Souza's telling this story, the movie shows us a black guy
walking into a bar full of white people. He sits down at the bar between
two white guys and, just as D'Souza's relaying Jackson's message that
race is a larger part of society than we want to admit, the two white
guys flat get up and walk away from him, right out of the room. Everyone
in the bar then looks at the black guy, accusingly, menacingly.
Oh shit, right? But then D'Souza hits the moral of the story. He
tells us, still via voiceover, that what he told Jackson back then was
that in his experience, racism had been mostly eradicated.
While he's saying this, while the words are coming out of his mouth, the
two white guys come back to the bar and ... give the black guy a birthday cake.
It was his birthday all along! Everyone in the bar then gives him a
standing ovation. It turns out this bar wasn't full of crackers who
instantly sprint out of the room when you sit down, black guy. It was
just your birthday! Surprise! White people love you!
You want off-the-charts status? Check out the curriculum
vitae of one Willard M. Romney: $200 million in the bank (and a hell of a
lot more if he didn’t give so much away), apex alpha executive, CEO,
chairman of the board, governor, bishop, boss of everything he’s ever
touched. Son of the same, father of more. It is a curious scientific
fact (explained in evolutionary biology by the Trivers-Willard
hypothesis — Willard, notice) that high-status animals tend to have more
male offspring than female offspring, which holds true across many
species, from red deer to mink to Homo sap. The offspring of rich
families are statistically biased in favor of sons — the children of the
general population are 51 percent male and 49 percent female, but the
children of the Forbes billionaire list are 60 percent male. Have a
gander at that Romney family picture: five sons, zero daughters. Romney
has 18 grandchildren, and they exceed a 2:1 ratio of grandsons to
granddaughters (13:5). When they go to church at their summer-vacation
home, the Romney clan makes up a third of the congregation. He is
basically a tribal chieftain.
Professor Obama? Two daughters. May as well give the guy a cardigan. And fallopian tubes.
And if there's anyone I'm going to listen to on the subject of macho-macho-manliness, it's Kevin Williamson.
After almost 20 years, In 'N Out finally screwed up an order of mine. They forgot the cheese on my double-double. Hard to get too, upset, since my order is kind of ridiculous:
Double-Double
Medium Rare
Mustard grilled - with pickle
Add chopped chilies
No lettuce or onions
I'm surprised it took them this long to screw it up. All turned out well though, cuz I had some Goat Milk Dutch Cheese from Trader Joe's at home, and a slice of that put this sucker waaaaay over the top.
Well, like Vanessa Williams, I'm saving the best for last. The Bananas's complete show. One of the best times I've had at a show, and something I'll truly cherish forever.
This was my third time seeing the Bananas. First was in an empty pizza joint in Davis. Second was in a basement in Sacramento that was a lot of fun, but didn't touch this.
Now, some of my viewers/facebook friends might click on this out of curiousity and be all, like, "WTF? Dude can't sing, and can barely play the guitar!", to which i respond, "Yeah, and?"
But those of you who know, know. The best songs performed in the drunkest possible fashion. This was magical. By the time the 4 a.m./Nautical Rock N Roll closing medley ended, this dude was 39 going on 15.
On a side note, I sadly realized that I will be out of town for this year's Awesomefest, so shoot me a line if you want to buy my pass.
EDIT: Oops...almost forgot the set list:
1.Beginning Of The End
2.Don’t Touch That Thing
3.New Animals
4.Billy Reuben
5.Me and My Shadow
6.Feel Better
7.Sugar Bear
8.Radioaction
9.Adventures of the Incorrigible Jazzy Pants
10.A Slippery Subject
11.Revenge Fantasy #427
12.Peanut Butter Cups
13.4 a.m. / Nautical Rock’n’Roll / 4 a.m.
I was going to write almost this exact thing. So, since it's already been written, I will just repost it here because it is absolutely true. Emphasis mine.
“Usain Bolt is 1 billion times the star Michael Phelps is. Fact”
I honestly didn’t even think it was that big of a statement. It would kind of be like me tweeting that “It will get dark tonight. Fact”. Like I honestly didn’t think anybody would debate it. But apparently there are some knuckleheads out there who think Phelps is a bigger star because he has like 38 medals or something. Umm how many times do I have to go over this? He competes in a dumb ass sport where you can win 9,000 medals essentially doing the same thing. Yes he’s the best swimmer on the planet. Not the fastest, but the overall best. Meanwhile Usain Bolt is the fastest motherfucker on the planet. I don’t care what country you live in, what sport you play, that matters. If you go ask other pro athletes who they’d want to meet the answer is going to be Usain Bolt 100% of the time. The reason is because speed is universal. Everybody can appreciate it, understand it and be in awe of it. The 100 meter dash is the signature event of the Olympics. Both summer and winter. The only other title that may be more prestigious than being World’s Fastest Man is being Heavyweight Champion of the World. That’s it. And right now Usain Bolt is dominating the title. He’s like Tyson in his prime. Not just winning, but winning for fun. A star of stars. It’s nothing against Michael Phelps. He’s the greatest swimmer who has ever lived, but that pales in comparison to being the fast human who has ever lived. And if you don’t agree with that than you my friend are a certified idiot.
I'll add this: As to this Michael Phelps as the "Greatest Olympian Ever" BS, um, no. I'd put Usain Bolt ahead of Phelps, but that would still be wrong.
The correct answer is Jesse Owens, you myopic idiots. It's not always about medal counts.
So, Bar Eleven has their own food truck. I was enjoying an awesome grilled pepper sandwich from it when lo and behold, I strike up a brief conversation with Davey Tiltwheel. I ask him who's the one band I have to see. "Muhammadali" he says. So I do.
I've mentioned it before, but most of the bands playing Awesomefest are easily labled pop-punk. There are really only a few exceptions, and Muhammadali was one of them. I couldn't quite place them, then it hit me: These guys worship Hickey (my favorite band, if you haven't been paying attention)!
I bought all of the stuff they were selling, but this song wasn't on anything I bought (they do reference it as a "new one").
They just released a record on Dirt Cult Records (apparently after dude who runs the label saw this exact show), so maybe it's on that (even though the cover art looks just like one of the cd's I bought).
Anywho, here's your new favorite band:
Because I'm old, I hadn't heard of 2/3 of the bands at Awesomefest. My math went Scared of Chaka + Everready (who I actually missed) + The Bananas = I'm there. But I will say that while I liked some bands a lot more than others, no band that I saw out and out sucked. One of the bands I liked the most was The French Exit, who I'd never heard of. Definitely a late 90's feel to these guys. I was really impressed.
Here's the aforementioned OFF! show from May. From beginning to end, including patented Keith Morris stage banter.
Part 1.
Part 2
Part 3
The setlist:
1 Panic Attack
2 I Don't Belong
3 Borrow and Bomb
4 Poison City
5 Now I'm Pissed
6 Jeffrey Lee Pierce
7 Blast
8 Feelings Are Meant To Be Hurt
9 Wrong
10 King Kong Brigade
11 I've Got News For You
12 Vaporized
13 Crawl
14 Rat Trap
15 Wiped Out
16 Peace in Hermosa
17 Cracked
18 Black Thoughts
19 Darkness
20 Upside Down
Saw OFF! in May. That video is coming soon. In the meantime, enjoy a tune from Retox (members of the Locust, Swing Kids, all your favorite SD based threeoneg bands).
41? This hits way to close to home. From all accounts, a great guy, and he led a band that displayed that "Epi-Fat" didn't always have to be a derogatory term.
Problem: I have a Kindle Fire. Love the New Yorker app. I'm migrating to
the Nexus 7 tablet and am sad to find out there is no New Yorker app.
Are there plans for all us new Nexus 7 fans? Thanks.
The response:
Dear Subscriber:
The digital edition for The New Yorker is currently available for the iPad, Kindle Fire, and Nook Color. We hope to be able to offer apps for other devices in the future.
If you should need further assistance, please be sure to include all previous e-mail correspondence.
Thank you for contacting The New Yorker.
Sincerely,
Marcy
Well, no shit, Marcy. I hope, in the future, you will be able to as well. That's why I asked the freaking question. In the meantime, I'll continue to bug my wife by constantly "borrowing" the old Kindle Fire I gifted her.