Okay. Once upon a time, I made a blarf post full of Completely True* Facts about Micky Dolenz. These facts were all recorded by me and my fellow historian, Rev. Back It On Up of Simian Idiot, as well as a couple of guest historians. But the thing is, these facts weren’t so much “facts” as they were “shit that was fucking funny as hell and probably not very factual, OBVIOUSLY.” People blew their goddamn lids, because apparently MD didn’t invent the internet, nor is he my grandmother. Huh. Learn something new, etc. Continue reading i’m sorry i said some things one time whatever
Category Archives: music
huh…hiiiii
(pictured: my patronus)
Hey everybody! So today was a day. When I went to work today, I was all like FUCK YO’ WORK hardcore. I started searching for new jobs AT WORK. Uh, that’s not good. I was doing it on my phone, though, so it’s not like I was using company resources or anything, except their time, but whatever. I was especially not happy about this thing where we have to come in early every Friday for sales training; that whole thing can take a flying fuck at the mooooooooon! But what are we gonna do now? Continue reading huh…hiiiii
movie bloogin’: phantom of the paradise / goodbye, william finley
I got a movie bloog elsewhere online, but I’ve made exactly one post to it, and now I realize how silly it is to have a bloog over there when I have a bloog over here that I can use for whatever the fuck I want, including movie-type stuff. So here is a movie-type stuff I hand-wrote using real pen and paper at my jerb today, because I was bored and we all got told that we couldn’t be on our smrtfones so much because work. LIKE WTF, THAT IS HOW I KEEP TRACK OF ALL OF YOU DURING THE DAY. I would typically say “YOU’RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME” here, but heh heh, they actually are the boss of me, so YAY GAINFUL EMPLOYMENT I LOVE MY JOB ALL HAIL THE ALMIGHTY DOLLAR DOLLAR BILL Y’ALL.
Anyhow, bloog! Continue reading movie bloogin’: phantom of the paradise / goodbye, william finley
facts about: micky dolenz
[part one in maybe an ongoing series of facts about people or things, or maybe just a one part series, or who knows]
If you know me at all, you know that I am a Smart Person Who Knows Things About History and People. There are scant few of us SPWKTAHPs out there; in fact, I really only know one: Simian Idiot, a.k.a. Rev. Back It On Up 13, a.k.a. The Big Boss of This Area, a.k.a. Diana. We used to lay down all kinds of True Facts and Historical Knowledge all the time on a newsgroup called [REDACTED], but it’s been a while since we schooled people with Truth. Continue reading facts about: micky dolenz
no thanks for the memories, pt. 1
Sometimes my stupid brain dredges up shit that I wish would stay gone forever. I hate you, brain! Stupid brain! This time it’s the time the high school flag corps was tagged after football season to join up with some girls from another school to form a dance team.
Does any of this make sense to you, people who know me now? Because I’m bewildered and I was there. Continue reading no thanks for the memories, pt. 1
the place to be on a friday night
(based on a true story)
Small town, Friday night. When I say small town, I mean it.
Everyone is gathered at the local pub/grill/club (?)/gathering place, for Karaoke Night. When I say everyone, I mean it. Continue reading the place to be on a friday night
imagine nothing ever changing
Recently, there was a big kerfuffle over Cee Lo Green, whom I love, changing some key lyrics to a really popular song by John Lennon, whom I don’t love but don’t necessarily hate either. I won’t hash over the gory details, because it’s kind of common knowledge by now, but it made a lot of people really, really upset. I mean really upset. Like this morsel of butthurt: Continue reading imagine nothing ever changing
[guilty] pleasures
I’m done with this phrase forever. People who feel like they have to justify their taste in music or cinema by using this phrase: knock it off. I have questionable taste in everything. I’m owning it. I don’t care if everyone knows that I love the greatest hits over the b-sides or that I don’t always go see every subtitled art film out there. In fact, I say: less artsy, more fartsy. Continue reading [guilty] pleasures
bemused + nonplussed 