Rockstar: A bear walks into a bar. He walks over to the bartender and says, "I'll have a................. coke please."
Rockstar: The bartender says, "What's with the big pause?". The bear replies, "Oh these? They're for fishing."
Rockstar: mickey and minnie are in divorce court,
Rockstar: the judge says to mickey "now mickey, you said that you want to divorce minnie because she's being silly?"
Rockstar: mickey says "no, i said she's fucking goofy!"
*SteveHo sighs
pr0nunciation: ü-'tE-nE interjection
1. a shout/expression used by Jawas on Tatooine during quick pans
2. a shoddy, not-often-updated blog that uses a (slightly altered) default template
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
AM stands for Awful M...annoying. Yes. Mannoying.
This is Emily's Radio. I would try to drown it out, but I think drinking at work would be frowned upon.
I had another awesome weekend this past weekend, and went to Washington DC. The highlights were all the museums (obvious) and the hooka bar and having my way with the Washington Monument. Humping the biggest phallic symbol around has to be good for something.
That dude with le hooka is our buddy Eric who showed us le sweet hooka bar. You can get foods and drinks and whatever, but you can also order a flavor of tobaccy to smoke. Ours was strawberry. Kinda weird to smoke in public places there too. Like Olden Times New York. Or Old York, really. You keep cancer-ing me with second hand smoke and I'll give you what for!
I would put up more pictures... but who really reads this anyway. Peace. Here's the money shot. I think I should put it on ihumpthings.com.
Monday, October 10, 2005
Music, Leather Pants and Angst
Hugely awesome weekend, partyin at quasi-Octoberfest with teh SteveHo (no german sausage to be found ANYWHERE), then to Dunkirk and on to Cleveland to see NIN. In short, it was the tits.
However, as it was absolutely impossible not to make fun of all the 15 year-old wannabe goth/industrial/everything at once kids who, if not currently being chaperoned by them, were just dropped off by their parents. Booter and I got into discussion, asking if we were rockstars, would we hate our fans? The answer is: if they are anything like the assorted rejects at this show, then an overwhelming YES. Basically it's like that quote/proverb from which whom heretofore I don't know if it's real or not: I wouldn't want to be friends with the type of people who'd be friends with me.
Highlights of the show: Autolux having an identity crisis (they thought they were Sonic Youth), Queens of the Stone Age rocking out to high heaven, and NIN having my children. Even when the projector went out at a crucial moment, they finished the song like professionals and waited until it ended to belittle and threaten the A/V guys, as any true rockstar would.
Highlights of the crowd: a Scott Stapp clone (leather pants, 3 inch boots and hair and all)(CAN YOU TAKE MEEE HIIIIYAAAAHHH!), two girls so young that when my eyes flittled over their omnipresent-ly exposed g-strings I could see into the future, and above all a super-geek guy (ADVANCED Dungeons and Dragons type) who had a fetish for rubbing his girlfriend's lovehandles incessantly... like he was trying to rub them out of existance. I don't know how she seemed to enjoy his squeezing and rubbing, but maybe she was just entranced by the Flea-esque tune he was plucking out on HER omnipresent g-string as he flailed about on her flab. Not to mention, she was actually quite attractive and he must have rolled two high D-20s in a row to get that kind of luck.
Friday, October 7, 2005
Drawrings
I am at work while I'm writing this.
I'm so baaadd. Oh noes, look at how bad I am. Should be working. Bad.
I don't think I really need another page on the interweb megaroad that I feel like I have to check and update all the time, but here I am anyway. Maybe I'll use this one to bitch about things too. In the meantime, here's links to- okay hi, my boss just randomly walked in. Thank you Alt+Tab! Anyway, in the absence of anything real to write about, here's some filler links to my pages. w00t.
Deviant Art
MySpace
Halloween 2k4
Mexico
And how bout some webcomics that the nerd in me likes.
Natalie Dee
Toothpaste for Dinner
Ctrl+Alt+Del
Questionable Content
Penny Arcade
I don't think I really need another page on the interweb megaroad that I feel like I have to check and update all the time, but here I am anyway. Maybe I'll use this one to bitch about things too. In the meantime, here's links to- okay hi, my boss just randomly walked in. Thank you Alt+Tab! Anyway, in the absence of anything real to write about, here's some filler links to my pages. w00t.
Deviant Art
MySpace
Halloween 2k4
Mexico
And how bout some webcomics that the nerd in me likes.
Natalie Dee
Toothpaste for Dinner
Ctrl+Alt+Del
Questionable Content
Penny Arcade
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