Well

Sometimes in the course of human events there comes a time for a reckoning and for me the reckoning is nigh………………

I've just been blah on the blog, blah on the column, actually blah on everything about the band other than writing which I have been 100% non-blah about.

And so I think about things and why I'm just not fired up about most anything. I find myself wanting to do not much more than wile away time in a bar and obsess about the rock opera and smoke too many cigarettes and just generally be a middle aged degenerate motherfucker. It's a pattern that I have cut many times in the past, a malaise that portends something awesome soon to come, whether awesomely good or bad is always the rubber.

But I know it's coming.

So many of all y'all stop by here on a day to day basis, thousands actually but I don't give you shit to ingest and you don't give me shit to gag over. It's really quite voyueristic and I find myself feeling guilty of not providing more titillating action through the shades. But really, what is there to say? I went and saw another shitty local band, the President is a fucking dimwit, gee my hair smells teriffic? It's not that I don't want to write but how do you make compelling what's on your mind when what is really on it is lyrics about dead hookers and whether the new coat of stain on the fence will eventually blend with the rest of the enclosure.

And ants. I hate fucking ants. Go Terminix.

I'm hoping to get out to see a band called Lejuene' tomorrow night at the Black Cat. That would be good for the soul.

Several shows to catch this weekend as well, tomorrow night I'll hit the State Theatre, Iota and Fat Tuesday's on my local yokel appreciation tour.

Whee!

Happy Birthday!

"If you want to know who your friends are, get yourself a jail sentence." - Charles Bukowski

Happy birthday to Charles Bukowski and thanks to the Dceiver for reminding Information Leafblower who reminded me by way of reading his blog that it was Hank's big day.

Even though he's dead.

The Factotum movie looks awful but Barfly was awful too and I've seen that about 97 times.

So I'll check out Factotum.

MACACA!

First off, what is a Macaca? Is it really a French Tunisian racial slur? If so George Allen's madre' being French Tunisian would make that just bad, cest, noi?

Is a Macaca as has been reported a sub-species of monkey? Or are we really to believe Allen's camp that it's a euphemism for mohawk, (yesterday) or go with today's explanation, "I don't know what it meant when I said it three times."

Secondly and in more indirect terms how does an asshole like George Allen Jr. get to spend his whole life NOT getting his can kicked up and down the block for just generally being a douchebag? If I were a redneck Frito Bandito like certain friends of mine who actually grew up on and around horsies I would find his whole urban cowboy get-up and associated routine he's sporting insulting considering he was a rich elitist prick since birth. Somehow I don't think he tended too many fences out at Redskins park when he was growing up.

And on that note, doesn't this whole wannabe a cowboy (R.I.P Joe C.), business have some whiff of a dirty Oedipal diaper to it, what with his pappy being the coach of the Redskins and the fomentor of the Skins/Cowboys rivalry back in lil' Georgies formative years? I can just hear crazy old George Sr., now..........."YOU MAKE ME SICK, YOU'LL NEVER BE A MAN LIKE DIRON TALBERT YOU PASTY FACED DOUGHBOY SASSYPANTS!!!! NOW TAKE OFF THAT RIDICULOUS LONE RANGER COSTUME AND DO SOME SIT-UPS!!!! GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY YOU MAKE THAT WEIRD SLEEPYEYED MUMBLING GORE KID DOWN THE ROAD LOOK POSITIVELY DYNAMIC. YOU WANT A HORSIE?!??!?!?! HOW ABOUT I GIVE YOU A HORSE COLLAR TACKLE AND KNOCK SOME SENSE INTO YOUR BIG SOFT HEAD?? HOW ON EARTH COULD A LION OF A MAN LIKE MEHAVE SIRED A LAMB SUCH AS YOU, YOU IN YOUR SILLY BOOTS AND WATERBRAINED WESTERN SHIRT!!!! I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD WISH MR. COOKE'S BRATS ON ANYONE BUT LORD DELIVER THEM TO MY DOOR IF THEY'RE THE ONLY ALTERNATIVE TO YOU!!!!"

......storms away....

George Jr., sniffling - "why I'll show you alright, I will be a cowboy when I grow up I will...."

Anyway and in third place; does it speak well of the media when they breathlessly break down the fact that the Macaca in question doesn't have a mohawk, rather he sports a mullet?

Fourthly does the level of complete idiocy shown by a sitting Senator in a state with an exploding immigrant population saying, "Welcome to America and the real State of Virginia", to someone of non-white origin, the only one in the crowd and the "Macaca" in question, entitle him to ride in a special bus to Capitol Hill? Does he put Redskins stickers on his special edition protective kevlar ten gallon hockey helmet in honor of his old man? And this fool is seriously being considered a contender to be the President? Allah have mercy on us all! I guess he can't be any stupider than what we have now, not with a shown ability to breathe on his own.

Fifthly, does anyone else think Joe Lieberman always looks like he just got woken out of a binge drinking induced coma-sleep?

Yours truly,

Liberal elitist tree-hugging socialist supporter of gays burning flags at their wedding ceremonies

Bring it on you facist prog-rocking animals!

Fuel for thought

I just downed an entire box of Whoppers, half a box of Trix with questionable 1% milk, a Patio beef and bean burrito and a twice refrigerated and warmed over Miller Lite.

Watch out world, it's time for a revolution!

Pick me!

I want to get the Bush shout out. You know the pointed finger smarmy dot.com CEO style "I'm giving my rich white guy propers to that piece of shit over there with the 3rd degree burn wounds" routine that he loves so much, with the boney finger point and smirk. That fucking routine never fails, its amazing.

I want to be in a situation where his handlers think it's beneficial to pull my name off a teleprompter, like he gives a flying fuck about me and say something like - "I was talking to Castor Oil the other day, he has done a lot for this country, and he said to me stay the course and that really, y'know, like it resonated, like cocaine ground into the edge of the asshole, it was really powerful, meant something, meant something to the American people…"

Then I would stand up manfully and with purpose, nod to the dope in charge and suck my own asparagus shaft on national television.

With one fist in the air…..

And the other up my ass.

I can hear Chris Matthews now, "now we're playing some hardball!!!!"

The best email ever

From my buddy Jim, currently in country in Bangkok, Thailand. I have no idea what the fuck he's talking about but I think I can safely say, he had a solid night at the bars.

To wit:

This comes as an unsolicited comment from 1/2 way around the world...but.....
Yinz Guys r fags.... Both the formerly of Springfield Darth Vader and Guitar Guru and the 'gee my hair smells terrific Lou Curly Hair (take a walk on the South Side (Pgh....and the {Polish girls sing....)) with the idiot who cuts himself because he can't sing....can't recall his name but he influenced a hundred or so peoplev wearing safety pins.....
That is all from SE Asia except to quote Beeker (from the Muppets), "Memememememe."
Sincerley,
Dr. Benson Honeydue
"Dream Theater Rules......" so stick that up yur arse....

I love it.

What's better than boozing I ask you? NO-THING!!!

I didn't have the heart to tell him the name is Bunsen Honeydew, as in Bunsen Burner.