Saturday, December 25, 2010

Aedh Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

William Butler Yeats, The Wind Among The Reeds, 1899.

If you only knew...

Monday, December 20, 2010

Coming Soon...

As always, you fellow followers that maintain the courage to follow me down the rabbit hole of madness into the deep, dark depths of unexplored realms of the human sociopathic mind that I posses should know by now, I tend to recommend good, indie/unsigned music. No, recommend is not the word; Force. I force it down your throat like a gay dolphin pluggin' another dolphin's blowhole (Thanks for the image Ricky Gervais), until you finally learn to relax, and just let it happen. Anyway, I am working on a piece on a new band that I discovered two nights ago that may be the punk band Sacramento has been waiting for; has been needing. The band is The Left Hand. If Walk Among Us era Misfits had melodic sex with the Descendents and Alkaline Trio served as the part time nanny, this concoction would almost be as amazing as The Left Hand. They will be playing at The Distillery in Sacramento on January 8th, 2011 at 10:00 pm. It is not an all ages venue unfortunately, but in the profile and music review that will be seen here and in a few local mag's like Sac News & Review within the next week or two will give you a much better look at the music and influences. I will have the article posted here before the end of the week. Until then, check out their page, add them as friends, and be there on the 8th, as I will be and will be doing a live show review that I can only imagine is as amazing as the demo CD I received that hasn't left my truck stereo in the past 48 hours. Until then folks, check 'em out and let's help this city stop trying to push out the music scene that you can't stop from growing.

That's it we've had enough, put Walk Among Us on and turn it up!

Friday, December 17, 2010

The Sound Of Banging Coconuts

Dear fellow sociopaths, I have been unable to update recently as my mind is melting into what can only be assumed as liquid insanity. I am leaking brains and possibly toxic waste out of my nose and that is only the beginning of the dark, evil plague that has been cursed upon me by some witch of whom my ancestors probably burned alive after she turned one of them into a newt. But he did get better, so, you know, there's that.

Anyway, more paranoid and psychotic ramblings when I return to better health in a day or two. Until then, as always, stop touching yourself!

You just kinda wasted my precious time, but don't think twice, it's all right

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Accidently Like A Martyr

For the fella's (or ladies, whatever floats your boat);

I'm guessing Victoria's Secret, Spring catalog, 2009

I cannot think today as I have not been able to sleep for the past 5-6 days. I am starting to hallucinate, as pictured below:

Property of the great Tatsuya Ishida of the greatest webcomic, Sinfest.

Ambien works as well as turning off the news to feel like you were helping the fight against the Nazi's, unless you are Mel Gibson and/or his dad, in which case you probably still have your signed copy of Mein Kampf sitting on your bookshelf of other anti-Semitic literature. Assholes.

Anyway, my brain has now entered the "Quantum Entanglement" stage of Schrödinger's Cat Thought Experiment. My brain is neither alive nor dead, but it is arguing with me and it is winning. By the way, I use Wikipedia (Which I hate) for links as it is often the easiest way for those who do not understand some of the terminology I use to achieve a basic understanding of what the fuck I am talking about. Just a convenience, not an insult to anyone's intelligence. Except you, Michelle. (Yeah, you, the Michelle that "claims" she is my sister and actually from this planet, but I only do this because she is incredibly smarter than I am so I take the childish road. It's a moral victory.)

I would like to thank Cass and her friends for spreading the word about my little rambling sight here, as readership has increased quite a lot and that just inspires me to write more, which is something I need to do, so please comment what you love, hate, fear, offended by, or are aroused by (it's my grammar, I know. It's ok ladies, you don't gotta lie to kick it). Thank you to all the new readers and future new readers, and of course the old ones who never left.

PS - Cass...PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD when you go to this page, SIGN OUT. You are logged in as me and it makes me look like I am arguing with myself when you post comments. Which occasionally, I am, but really it's just the principle of the issue ;)

Accidently like a Martyr.

Friday, December 10, 2010

Biohazard Warning

I am currently helping Cass write an essay, as some believe I have magical powers...which I do, but if I told you...I've already said to much. People, grab your tin-foil crazy hats and sit back and wait for the Ragnarok. Also, I am attempting to help clean the place up, as a fav0r and for this I fear for my life. I am trapped in a personal hell which could only be compared to the Devil himself rising from the depths of his dominion, take one look, and say "Fuck this, you're fucked dude" If I do not return, I beg of you, bury me on House-Cleaning-Heavenly-Hill cemetery Bar Grill (WET T-SHIRT FRIDAYS!) so that I may rest in peace with my other fellow fallen heroes who have attempted to clean the house. There is nothing anyone can do, so I ask you to pray for me, tell my story, and tell my Mom I love her & sorry about most of my teenage years.

Because of the shame that I associate with vulnerability, I am numbing myself completely.

Wednesday, December 08, 2010

The Killer And The Star

As you may have noticed, I tend to write about a lot of different stuff. Usually, whatever is going through my mind at the moment I sit at the keyboard, those thoughts of madness are leaked from the bowels of Hell, ripped through your worst nightmares and splashed onto the screen like the hallway scene in The Shining. Often, it involves the Swedish Chef, my balls, crepes, and/or duct tape. However right now, I am listening to the solo album by Scooter Ward, the front man of the band Cold. His album, The Killer and the Star, is unlike anything released last year. It has a haunting feel, with tragic and haunting vocals/lyrics that just make it standout above anything else I have heard in the last two years, save for the two highly underrated albums by Sirens Sister. So, as my mandatory musical recommendation from time to time, I suggest you pick up The Killer and the Star, and immerse yourself into some great music.

Friday, December 03, 2010

What A Shame

Don't ask, don't tell, commonly referred to as DADT, is stupid. No bother arguing this point, this will get you know where. The sad fact that we have the balls to ask our soldiers to die in wars they may or may not agree with but ask them to hide their true self's from their fellow soldiers is appalling to say the least. The funny (or not funny if you are one of the many personally affected by DADT) thing about DADT is that, speaking from a strictly psychological point of view, the policy has zero effect. Allow me to propose the following 2 scenarios as a demonstration, in the simplest way possible, as to how DADT does not work:

Scenario 1:

Soldier #1 (heterosexual)
Soldier #2 (Homosexual)

S# 1 - "Are you gay"
S# 2 - "Yes"

Combat - while being shot at from all angles, possibly about to die, neither is thinking of being tea-bagged by the other. They are thinking about working together to fucking survive.

Scenario 2:

Soldier #1 (heterosexual)
Soldier #2 (Homosexual)

S# 1 - "I will not ask you if you are gay as long as you don't tell me"
S# 2 - "I will not tell you, even though we both know you already think I am since you felt the urge to mention it in the first place"

Combat - while being shot at from all angles, possibly about to die, neither is thinking of being tea-bagged by the other. They are thinking about working together to fucking survive.

You see if you feel the urge to ask a fellow soldier if he is gay, the seed in your mind is already planted anyway, so you wouldn't need to ask. But the outcome is still the same; you both fight for not only your country but for your lives as well, and you trust each other. Neither of you is thinking about manberries and pork spears. DADT is nothing more than a useless and pathetic loophole for insecure Military personal and politicians to throw American heroes out on the streets because what they do in their personal lives makes them feel "icky". There are some stupid fucking rules in this country, but in my opinion, this one takes the cake. How dare we, as a country, insult and humiliate decorated war heroes who fought and died for our right to live our lives the way we choose while we simultaneously tell them they have no right to live their lives the way they choose. It's called "Freedom", look it up.

What a shame, to judge a life that you can't change