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Declare independence! Don't let them do that to you!!

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

The Stuff Kicks In 

The Stuff Kicks In

Monday, October 30, 2006

Zzzzzz 

Zzzzzz

Thursday, October 26, 2006

Free From Captivity 

Release From Captivity



"If you take out uncovered meat and place it outside on the street, or in the garden or in the park, or in the backyard without a cover, and the cats come and eat it ... whose fault is it, the cats or the uncovered meat?"
Now, apply that metaphor to brutal gang rapes and your apparently on Sheik Taj Din al-Hilali's crazy page. Insensitive women-hating jerks, will there never be a shortage of you?

Monday, October 23, 2006

Full Throttle 

Full Throttle



A new Newsweek poll suggests that more than half the nation would like to see George Walker Bush impeached. But the bright side for the darkside is that he's risen 2 points in his approval rating since it was last polled two weeks ago. Yeah, from an all time low of 33 percent to a whopping sky's the limit 35. Attaboy Mr. Presidon't. For all of you keeping track, right when the House of Reps approved impeachment articles for Clinton his approval rating was at 73%! No, really! I mean, I know it sounds like a joke.... and well it kind of is. A joke on us.

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Rhathymia 

Rhathymia

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

The Pistic Visitation 

The Pistic Visitation

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

With Each Beam, The Same Old Dream 

With Each Beam, The Same Old Dream





Lucidity (A fantastic resource for anyone interested in lucid dream)

Monday, October 16, 2006

Life's Exhausting Journey 

Life's Exhausting Journey



Nurse strangles intruder with bare hands!

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Jaws of the Neqa'el 

Jaws of the Neqa'el

Saturday, October 14, 2006

What The Sun Said 

What The Sun Said

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Whistling To Morphine 

Whistling to Morphine


Bush’s Megaphone Unable to Reach Above the Din  (New York Times)

Monday, October 09, 2006

The Gift of Leather 

The Gift of Leather

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Sic Transit Gloria 

Sic Transit Gloria


The Pleasure Is All Mine, Live (YouTube with her Bjorkness)

Friday, October 06, 2006

Silverware Steam 

Silverware Steam


Neil Gaiman has Lost His Clothes (An Interview that has Good Gilliam Omens)

Thursday, October 05, 2006

Unnecessary Exposition 

Unnecessary Exposition


David Lynch Wants You To Practice Transcendental Meditation

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Eighty Eight Miles Per Hour 

Eighty Eight Miles Per Hour

Hard To Start, Hard To Stop 

Hard To Start, Hard To Stop

Banging in the nails (The Tiger Lillies + Japanese Weirdness, YouTube)

Sunday, October 01, 2006

'You Gotta Believe' 

Y'know, it's not often that I go to a baseball game. Or any professional sports to-do. Thats really because, while I enjoy the experience of a live sporting event, I'd rather spend that money on a movie ticket, or in a dimly lit den, or on rent! That having been said, when I do go out to a game, I like to get into it. Really into it. I nod enthusiastically as fans on line spout off the stats of players I've never heard of before, and will never in my life remember once I've left the stadium. The exhilaration of being surrounded by thousands of insane people is its own reward. No additives necessary. Now lately, the baseball team that I go see is the hard-luck Pittsburgh Pirates. When I was a kid, I went to go see the hard-luck Mets. As an adult I've become accustomed to rooting for the losing team because of all my youthful training. "Maybe next time" became my battle cry before the game had even started. I was just happy to be outside. When you don't care, it's kind of fun to pretend you do, and since I've been in Pittsburgh Ive seen about half a dozen Pirates games, each one a thrilling defeat. I cheer, they lose. It's a tidy situation. Each loss jazzing me up for next years they just-might-make it-probably-not, scenario. So this year, when i heard that not only were my Mets number one by a long shot, but they were coming over to Pittsburgh to beat up on these midwest scrubs (the Pirates were in penultimate place), I elated. Finally, I thought, if the conditions were ever set in stone for a Mets victory this was it. HUZZAH! Hurrah! Surely my time had finally come where the team I was rooting for would actually win.
Just guess what fucking happened. JUST GUESS! The gutter-ball Pirates swept them! One! Two! Three! And there I was, wearing team colors, feeling as if it were the early 90's all over again. Feeling as if maybe it was my involvement that set the jinx. And I wasn't the only one, although i tried to photograph it, it was impossible to capture the feeling of dejection in the crowd. Almost half of the people in attendance were Mets fans, and by the end of the game, you could see the blue and orange donning frowns floating out of the stadium, back to their misery holes known as Mets fandom. But these werent the frowns one wears when your champs lose. Oh no. This was the face of weathered disappointment. The grim faces of those who know better than to expect the best from their team, even if that team is number one. The faces of true New York Mets fans. My people. My poor, sucker kin. Viva la disappointment!







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