Brian Wolff is alleged to have passed away in Toronto. Maybe he was fleeing creditors. I wrote a song for him.
To change the subject …Mel Brooks’ Hitler rap,
Brian Wolff is alleged to have passed away in Toronto. Maybe he was fleeing creditors. I wrote a song for him.
To change the subject …Mel Brooks’ Hitler rap,
“A pamphlet, no matter how good, is never read more than once, but a song is learned by heart and repeated over and over; and I maintain that if a person can put a few cold, common sense facts into a song, and dress them… up in a cloak of humor to take the dryness off them, he will succeed in reaching a great number of workers who are too unintelligent or too indifferent to read a pamphlet or an editorial in economic science.”–Joe Hill
Oooh, look, a prophet. http://www.bostonreview.net/BR36.5/noam_chomsky_responsibility_of_intellectuals_redux.php
That pretty much sums up my feelings about just about everything.
And of course I’m not wanting to complain about my parents, who never did this to me.
Today I learned that if the car in front of you swerves suddenly, you probably should too.
Funny animiles ( might be a repost )
Assfroth 2012.
http://slog.thestranger.com/slog/archives/2011/08/31/assfroth-2012
Santorum is a candidate, and also…. well, let’s just say Dan Savage messed with him about as hard as Santorum’s messed with the rights of gayfolk.
I am getting the exact same pain I got for months before the right side of my L5S1 went out, this time on the left side.
I’m going to be down to two people in my department on Tuesday next. From four. It’s going to be fugly.
I am not feeling too great, as you can see.
Despicable Me was loads of fun.
Sigh.
Wish my vacation started sooner.
Watched a meth lab get hosed down the other night.
I have an appointment for Ziva to go to the body shop later this month.
I should get orthotics.
I like Katie’s new housemates, but they have barky barky dogs.
Believe me, the artwork I’ve made up to go with this makes this even more offensive – and I do it all with line art and print.
When we get to discussing
imaginary friends,
my God’s not a dick.
I thought of another one, but it’s even ruder, and I know mein pOp will thank me for keeping it air.
Another one
Of course I made God in my own image;
we all need a girlfriend with a sense of humour.
“Lie” isn’t an adequate word for what Republicans say. We need a new term; I propose anti-truth, as in, “There are lies, damned lies, and Republican anti-truths.”
Like matter and anti-matter, Republicans and the truth just can’t occupy the same space. What they say goes all the way through and past “untrue” into the realm of turning reality inside out, tying a knot in it, and yanking hard.
Beloved bossy took us bowling, it was so much fun! Also, Mike came over afterwards and watched the first two eps of Pioneer. What a great show; I’d forgotten how good it was just in the last few months.
Tonight, off to practice.
I’m feeding Kira while Paul is gone, but I’m getting the feeling she doesn’t want to be fed. (She screamed at me when I came through the door and then refused to eat). I got a call from Keith yesterday; they couldn’t get out of the airport on passes because of Jack Layton, if you can believe it. The party faithful are flying to Ontario on the tail end of a huge weather event and at the end of the summer so everything is jammed as jammed can be.
Decision fatigue. It’s interesting how poor people, who have all sorts of pressures on them already because they are poor, are pressured into continuing to make poor decisions. A vicious cycle, one of many for the impoverished.