Yep! North and South Korea are at it again!
I think we need the REAL Harry Potter! He’ll fix this AGAIN! And we wont need some little glasses eye’d twink with a stupid magic stick!
Maybe they’ll bring back MASH then we could stop watching stupid shit like Dancing With The Palins.
I’m sorry, my language is heavy handed and there is no media associated with this posting, but
There! I saved you all the time of reading all of these rehashed stories about airport security that are blinding us to real news items.
This shit is starting to sound like a broken record every night! How can this be a top story EVERY F R E A K I N’ DAY AND NIGHT!?!?!
Since I will be rolling up the sleeves and getting wrist deep into the carcass of a large bird, I want to give a shout out to one of the most annoying TV chef’s (and future Mrs. State of New York) Sandra Lee.
COCKTAIL TIME! Enjoy!
Everybody have a safe, wonderful, stimulating, and delicious holiday.
This article cracked me up! It seems that I agree with this whack job in Wisconsin! I am “fed up with politics” and I don’t think “Bristol Palin is a very good dancer” as well! I guess the only difference is, I’m not shooting my television.
http://www.philly.com/philly/entertainment/20101117_ap_authoritieswismanshootstvoverpalindance.html
Maybe I should buy a gun and a television. That would probably help. Maybe I should get money first….heh
Sometimes when I hear Yoko Ono, I think I might actually like today’s music like Lady Gaga and such. But considering that today’s music is such a VISUAL experience, I still find Yoko Ono more entertaining. Maybe it’s just the thought that someone is crazy enough to do something this annoying and stupid. Maybe this is my career future. Although, I don’t think I could do it as long as she does in public and not crack myself up. I guess the insane way in which she takes herself so seriously is the artform? Did that make sense? Does this?!?
Just see if you can handle the length of the whole video. I sat here and laughed my ass off the entire duration of the bit. She sort of starts to “get down” at :33 seconds in but it’s still a tough call. In a world gone completely mad, Yoko Ono is starting to make sense. Be afraid people! Be very afraid! (By the way, it was a butt load of fun just tagging this posting!)
All credit for this goes to the Mike Omeara Show for bringing my attention to this!
Most of you know I am a DIE HARD fan of local TV news bloopers! This is just gay FAAAABULOUSSSS!!!
(Dedicated to Brian Chaney – if he even reads this blog!)
This just made me laugh!
I know, as soon as the word “Facebook” appears as the title of a post, some of us out there will roll the eyes, shake the head and have the “thats what you get” attitude for even dealing with that excuse of electrons…but for some of us its purely a way to keep in touch with friends and family, and a way to waste time.
So this morning as I methodically went through my compulsive list of sites I visit, all let me in except for one. Facebook.
It seems that FAILBOOK (a.k.a. Facebook from here on out) has disabled my account for being flagged, well here read the description:
In order for me to re able my account, they want me to send them a copy of or picture of a governmental issued ID. In other words, I DO NOT EXIST. Does this still mean I have to pay my bills if FAILBOOK doesn’t think I am a real person?
Let’s face it. In today’s society, people are getting hired, fired, laid, married, divorced, elected, etc, all by being a tool for a “free” service that is far from free. Rants, bitches, and the day to day bullshit of our lives are based on these things being shared with the world of our friends, families, and groupies. Sometimes, its just to say hey on the fly to a good friend or family member whom you miss. Either way, people do it for many reasons, but the biggest is probably a sense of belonging to a group.
So this morning, FAILBOOK broke up with me. Maybe my life was so good, they couldn’t believe it and had to kick me out? Maybe I am too much of a nerd? Maybe it was because I did not play any of their virus ridden games? Maybe it was because I failed to keep up with the old boyfriend searches or the countless spam FAILBOOK dating emails sent to my email account? Who knows? All I know is, that I do not belong anymore. And in a way, it feels good.
UPDATE: FAILBOOK now says it was a “selective” bug in their security that targeted female participants. According to the article, I wish they would have contacted me because I would say: FUCK YOU I STILL DON’T WANT TO USE YOUR SITE ANYMORE. ASSHOLES.
Well, as you all know I’ve been incredibly sick. Haven’t had a flu/bug like this in a long time. Add to the fact that my boss has been calling me everyday and every night even on weekends about work crap (and I cant bill for the time he harasses me), I needed to stumble over some music that made me feel good.
It’s times like this I need to find me some music I like. So I was combing YouTube for videos. Some of you may know, in the past year I have developed this taste for Japanese pop music courtesy of Yellow Magic Orchestra and Human Audio Sponge/Sketch Show. There’s a spin off from these bands from the drummer/vocalist Yukihiro Takahashi that I’ve fallen in love with called Pupa.
If any of you have been in the car with me this summer, you have inevitably heard some of this stuff. Well, I have been overjoyed to find that they have put out a follow up album called “Dreaming”. The title track (which I’ve instantly fallen in love with) has a video. Here it is:
What I have found charming about this band is that there are so many instruments at play. Further research on YouTube of their live concerts shows them up on stage with so much junk (horns, guitars, drums, keyboards, everything) that the musicians barely have room to be on stage. It’s quite interesting. This is a video of them live performing one of my favorite songs from their first album. Yukihiro Takahashi sings lead vocals on this one. He’s gotta be like a million years old by now. The lyrics saying, “is this the way how it’s supposed to be…” is a question I ask myself every freakin day!
No dance music, beautiful blond bitches with boob jobs, plastic surgery patients, fat black lady singers screaming over top, or great stage show here folks, just good music being played by talented people (something that is sorely lost on today’s music purchasing public). Imagine this in music! Real live harmonies and the thing I love the most … sustained droning electric guitars. This stuff sticks to my ear like glue, and somehow makes me happy with all the bullshit going on in my pathetic life.
Either way, be rest assured this is getting high rotation on WMOM.
Enjoy some Dreaming Pupa (and laugh at the name like I do!) It’s Burt Bacharach meets the Japanese!!
Hiya folks,
Haven’t posted since I saw most of you in Shippensburg ’cause there hasn’t been much to write about. I did get to visit chad twice in one month. That was fun.
sigh….
Caught a train after the visit, and met the cast in Utica, NY; the town that closes at 4pm. The only gay bar in 30 miles was right across the street from the hotel. It usually happens like that. The bar was called ” That Place.” Very cool name and the bartendress was a lovely, bubbly Vagaterian named Marrissa. Steve (The King) and I started with shots and I uttered the now famous phrase, ” I don’t know what makes me think I can drink Tequila with you Steve McCoy.”
After many hours of back and forth, from my bed to my hands and knees in front of the toliet, and a Hangover that no one should have to live through, it looked as though I was going to survive.
We traveled all over the michigan-penn-ny-wisconsin area and ended up here… in Utica(again?) Michigan. Went to Dave and busters next door, (That place is expensive) and spent a wonderful evening in this huge amazing Hyatt hotel room.( I’m lapping it up, Next up is a Comfort Inn.)
Below are some pictures that I think you’ll enjoy.
The Tech Director really wants to be in the show.
Charlie’s Smangels! Ya!
And an artsy one that I think is really cool.
Until next time….Call or Text Bitches !
Will
Some eye candy for cereal lovers. Or record lovers. Or lovers who don’t want to look at each other.
