Poor Rocky!
Want more reasons...
Well she's a
Pro-Life
Rabidly Christian
Creationist
Bumpkin
Republican marketing ploy who is happy to be trotted around like a prize pony for Hilary supporters to grasp onto.
But then again she's a MILF. Check her out here - she's like that fantasy where your high-school buddy's hot mom invites you in for a glass of boxed wine and then asks you to check out a faulty window in the master bed room while her husband's at work. Look at those heels!!! Haaaatchahhh!
As some may know the Rev. is in a band called Girl to Gorilla with Steve Pang - owner of the Otto's Shrunken Head. Those of you familiar with Otto's know Frank Wood - the Sunday night promoter there. I created a South Park character of Frank and the resemblance is uncanny - now if I could make it talk like a drunken pirate that just gargled boiling tar it would be perfect.
DICKIPEDIA - Dickipedia is exactly what it sounds like - a Wiki ull of dicks - it's nice that Republicans and Democrats are equally represented. I hate to say it but I love DICK...Epedia that is.
Featured dicks include
and my favorite...
OK on Cosmopolitan magazine's website some fucking man-hating sadist suggested the following sexual position.
"Your man lies on top of you, entering you in traditional missionary style, but then — yowza! — he starts doing a 360-degree spin, all the while keeping his penis deep inside of you. As he's rotating and thrusting, help guide him around your body like a propeller would spin around the top of a helicopter. Make sure to lift his legs when they swing around over your head."
Am I nuts or does this sound like a perfect way to SNAP YOUR FUCKING JUNK OFF???
This morning I was watching NY1 and they mentioned the mayor wanted to start wind farms to create energy but they've been a problem before because they are an "eye-sore"! We're in a fucking energy crisis here and people are complaining about little white propellers?
OK here's a picture of a wind farm...
OK here's a picture of an electrical power plant
And here's a nuclear power plant...
Helllloooooo? Big nasty structures or dainty little modern looking windmills - Fucking DUH!
42:34 - That's when the best fight scene I have seen in years happens in Old Boy, my favorite movie since Goodfellas and Clerks.
Last night was weird in both the good and the bad.
I had a early gig a at Pass Out records with Girl To Gorilla that was curtailed when the awesomely cool owner Pee Wee was forcibly taken away by one officer Hwang in hand-cuffs for driving with a suspended license - the part that makes no sense is she was sitting on a bench in front of the store when arrested. So do tell Officer Hwang - how exactly was she "driving" with a suspended license? Officer Hwang did the whole wrench the arms around the back thing like Pee Wee was a rabid crack-head, so if you run into a little Asian Cop in Williamsburg, check his name-tag. If it says Hwang - be aware he's a prick. Turns out they were just giving her a hard time for the noise and brought her back safe and sound if a bit shaken less than an hour later.
The next set of weirdness was at Judgecal's Memorial last night. Rob Galinsky was dressed in a full on ministers robe holding court and they brought in a marching band to entertain. It was so great to run back into so many of my old cronies from the early 90's and to say goodbye to Cal with a party appropriate to Cal's love of the strange.
I'm thinking it must have been the full moon or a lunar eclipse or something but the weirdness wound it's way back with me on my trip home - it was like the Ides of March in Julias Cesar. There was random strange vibes orbiting The East Village and Williamsburg as if the atmosphere was warning us that something terrible was about to happen...but then again I'm an obsessive paranoid who has a phobia of apocalyptic disasters.
A-Men
I just found out an old co-worker and friend - Mark Chamberlain - AKA Judgecal - passed on. The details don't matter.
Cal was good-looking, likable, talented, smart - he had it all. We shared a love of comics and first person shooters like DOOM and Quake in the early 90's where we both worked for PSUEDO.COM.
Cal taught me that Ctrl C was copy, Ctrl X was cut and Ctrl V was the paste function on a PC keyboard. He also taught me that that holding down the shift button and highlighting a file in a folder, and then highlighting a file lower down that list lets you select every file in between the first and the last.
Maybe I remember this because I use these things almost every single work day of my life and have for the last 14 years. He was always a good guy to go to for a quick laugh or a smart remark. He was a solid, stand-up guy who's company was always welcome.
Last time I saw him was at a benefit for the Coney Island Sideshow folks. It had been a few years since we had been in touch through anything other than one social network or another. I told him I'd reach out. I didn't. I feel like a dick.
Rest in peace Cal. You'll be missed by many.
I'm tall, slightly frustrated, fun having, not sleeping, changing always...
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