when the status quo frustrates.

A News Item Safely Reduced to the Term “Horseshit”

Wednesday, October 18th, 2006

“Evolutionary theorist Oliver Curry of the London School of Economics expects a genetic upper class and a dim-witted underclass to emerge” in 100,000 years’ time.

But in the nearer future, humans will evolve in 1,000 years into giants between 6ft and 7ft tall, he predicts, while life-spans will have extended to 120 years, Dr Curry claims.

Physical appearance, driven by indicators of health, youth and fertility, will improve, he says, while men will exhibit symmetrical facial features, look athletic, and have squarer jaws, deeper voices and bigger penises.

Women, on the other hand, will develop lighter, smooth, hairless skin, large clear eyes, pert breasts, glossy hair, and even features, he adds. Racial differences will be ironed out by interbreeding, producing a uniform race of coffee-coloured people.

I Got Your Dirty Joke Right Here

Tuesday, October 3rd, 2006

I raise your Jimmy Dean sausage-stick with a whisker biscuit.

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Click to make big. Caption, euphemize, and go.

Sunday Morning

Wednesday, August 23rd, 2006

VINELAND — A 48-year-old man woke up Sunday morning unable to remember how he got into bed, what happened the night before or where his pants went.

The passion of the drunkle

Sunday, July 30th, 2006

What a man of god Mel Gibson is:

“F—–g Jews. The Jews are responsible for all the wars in the world,” Mee’s report quotes him as saying.

“Are you a Jew?” Gibson asked the deputy, according to the report.

The actor also berated the deputy, threatening, “You motherf—-r. I’m going to f— you,” according to Mee’s report.

The actor also told the cop he “owns Malibu” and would spend all his money “to get even with me,” Mee said in his report.

TMZ quoted a law enforcement source as saying Gibson noticed a female sergeant on the scene and yelled at her, “What do you think you’re looking at, sugar t–s?”

Deputy Mee then wrote an eight-page report detailing of the incident, but higher-ups in the sheriff’s department felt it was too “inflammatory” to release and would merely serve to incite “Jewish hatred,” TMZ said.

Via DymaxionWorldJohn, Jonah Goldberg weighs in with “disappointment” while still trying to make as many excuses for the man as possible.

Fascinating that the wingnuts will bend over backward to call critics of Israel’s current actions anti-Semites while still trying to hoist up Mel Gibson as a flawed-yet-still good-at-heart champion of the right.

Meanwhile, that “sugar tits” line will probably cost Mel a few extra Hail Marys in confession this morning, don’t you think? (And it makes me wonder if he keeps a pair of Shower Breasts in his biffy).

New Music Thursday: Say Hi to Your Mom’s “Impeccable Blahs”

Sunday, July 23rd, 2006

Yeah, yeah, it isn’t Thursday. It’s 2am on Sunday. So shoot me, I’m late for my first-ever New Music Thursday post. But I’m drunkle, and I feel unable to discuss anything but music, so instead of waiting till next week, I decided to get the ol’ ball rolling now. Because maybe we’ll all be dead by next Thursday. You don’t know.

I first stumbled across the band Say Hi to Your Mom on iTunes whilst seeking content for the third volume of 30 in 80, a mix disc I circulate filled with 30 tracks of new(ish) music in 80 minutes. The SHtYM album Numbers & Mumbles featured two songs I immediately adored: “Let’s Talk about Spaceships,” a ponderous song in which it’s decided that any topic is preferable to relationship talk, and “But She Beat My High Score,” a charming electro-ballad in which the shallow impotence of video game defeat wreaks havoc on budding het love.

Their recently released album Impeccable Blahs is, as they say in the liner notes, “a record about vampires. Not creepy, goth vampires, but rather people just like you and me who happen to get their nourishment from drinking blood.” And it’s the truth. With song titles like “These Fangs” and “She Just Happens to Date the Prince of Darkness” and “Not as Goth as They Say We Are,” the songs on this album are literally about the trials and tribulations of vampires. And yet somehow the album doesn’t suck.

I respect Death Cab for Cutie, but I’ve never been moved by them. Say Hi to Your Mom feels like a hipper version of Death Cab; they affect the same kind of introspective, melodious electro-pop without any of the self-importance. There’s nothing to suggest they produce their emo stylings for any other reason than the need to dance and reflect on the quirky topics that haunt them.

If you enjoy good emo synth pop and are tired of being embarrassed by the earnestness of so many of the bands out there, I encourage you to give “Impeccable Blahs” a listen; I think you’ll find it an effervescent aural experience.

Best song: “Sad, But Endearingly So,” the rump-shaking-est track featuring an infectiously basic guitar riff.
Best lyric: “They drove fast through everywhere except Ohio. Because the cops there tend to cause a big fuss, and you can’t have that when you’re the Prince of Darkness.”

Go now!

Oh Smug Sense of Cultural Superiority, How You Love Your Footbinding Female Circumcision Shoes

Tuesday, July 18th, 2006

Oh baby, yeah that’s it.

In case anone hasn’t noticed, I haven’t actually tackled the OMGsporkitdeadSPORKITDEAD! Village Voice piece yet.

That last post, that was just my initial reaction to some of the comments in the various threads that the peice has spawned in the blogosphere, and now that the various threads have had an opportunity to mature somewhat, I have to doff my hat to Twisty again, the number of tools and straight guys who she offended is most impressive, she has earned her Oppressed Minority To Watch Out For status ten fold, and I can only parrot bitch|Phd in the Boobalectemy ’06! thread over at IBTP: Twisty, I would so mess (around) with you. (though my hetereosexuality would now doubt leave me unable to mess you properly). Any lesbian who can make so many heterosexuals so incredibly uncomfortable with two very short posts, deserves a crown and an ermin robe which she can wear as she rules over the earth as its queen.

But enough about Twisty’s amazing ability to turn the heads of easily swooned het women, what about the Bussel peice?

Well where should I begin really? The gawd aweful picture of a pasty white pseudo-goth crack whore wannabe, her eyes sort of not quite squinting at the camera, her body resting back on her elbows because her boobs are about to pop out of the butt floss she accidently put on the wrong end of her body. ETA: I had no idea this photo was of Bussel, I thought they’d gone out and picked some poor woman, slapped half a ton of pasty white makeup on her, shoved her into that godaweful top (which, no matter how you try to spin it, is a really bad “Look at me! I have Tits OMGWTFBBQ!!!1!” top, sexiness is synonymous with natural, if you look like you’re trying to be sexy you never will be) and then got her to pose both awkwardly and, by the looks of it, painfully, in the asshole photographers basement, it looked like it was trying too hard to go along with a screed about sex-positivity from an anti-feminist who has no idea about sex-positivity, but does lurve herself some abuse.

In short, the photo is just perfectly suited for the writing, you can see that Bussel is one of hte best “my soul squirts out of my pen when I write” writers around, unfortunately she is an idiot who sold her soul to the often unconciously maintained system of, frequently sexualised, abuse and degradation that adversely affects women over men, which I call the patriarchy (hope that answer your question Bitchlab) so that’s not quite a compliment

Seriously, where does one begin tearing this sort of crap apart when that’s the accompaning photo? The caption to which is nothing less ironic than “no one has the right to tell you how to fuck”, which is precisely the sort of caption you should have under a photo of a woman who’s obviously been jammed into that faux-vampirella top (Cuz it’s sexy, bitch) and told to find the most ungodly uncomfortable position possible (cuz it’s sexy, bitch) by the photographer, who one can only assume had somewhere better to be that day because MAN, does it look rushed. But remember kids, being horribly abused and demeaned by the porn industry is “empowering”, a word that is quickly losing what meaning it once had thanks to its current use as prime anti-fem doublethink, doesn’t matter what it is these days, if it’s abusive and disempowering, some anti-fem is calling it “empowering”, as bussel is detirmined to prove over and over again

Oh sweet chocolate Cthulhu, I just wrote two paragraphs just on the photo that goes with the piece, God Help Us All…

No wait, can’t start on the actual piece yet, there’s more horrors on the page aside from the actual main peice.

For instance here’s two of the ads* in the side bar:

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*HeadDesks* yes folks, we have officially reached primo grade DEEP HURTING, a piece about how liberating sucking the patriarchy’s cock is, unsurprisingly, bracketed by ads for Prostitutes Escort Agencies, because whoring is fun and always entirely voluntary!

Soooo anyway, on to the piece itself… (more…)

Charlie Don’t Surf

Thursday, July 13th, 2006

Screw all of you. Take this!

That’s right. Drawstring pants and awkward air guitar are teh hottness.

POW! Samuel “SOAP” Jackson sells kids crack. Pa-DOW!

BOOM! Watch it, fool.

I fight dirty.

UPDATE: McBoing drops the bomb.

Mekka mekka high, mekka tiny crackrock.

Drunken, America-hating loser Pete Coors fails the moral-izer test

Thursday, July 13th, 2006

All I can say is: thank the Hand of the Holy Spirit he didn’t get elected. Can you imagine a Republican member of congress facing a scandal? Why, it would tear the heart out of the moral party of America.

Pete Coors has lost his way:

Beer company executive, chief commercial pitcher and former Senate candidate Pete Coors confirmed Thursday he was cited in May for driving under the influence of alcohol after leaving a friend’s wedding celebration.

While I appreciate the almost-Senator’s dedication to his product, selling it off your breath while behind the wheel takes ‘work ethic’ a bit too far.

But running afoul of the law is just the beginning of Pete’s troubles with me. Did you know he merged Coors with ANOTHER COUNTRY’S beermaker?

The citation, first reported by The Denver Post, happened in Golden, the longtime hometown of the Adolph Coors Co. just west of Denver. The company has since become the Molson Coors Brewing Co. after a 2005 merger with the Canadian brewer.

I’m sorry, but anyone who takes the “Adolph” out of Coors is no Republican. And replacing it with a Canadian Brand name shows Coors has zero respect for the iconic American institution that _is_ the Silver Bullet. To make matters worse, he put the Canadian name first, rolling over and practically begging the Red Leaves to invade us.

Most embarrassing of all, Pete Coors lost his election. To a Democrat. In 2004. To lose to a Democrat in ’04, you practically had to rip the arm off your wife. I’m sorry, but it’s true. Mission accomplished had been accomplished, and this country wanted more of the same, even if it needed Ken Blackwell and Diebold to remind us of it. How could he have failed so miserably?

Of course, if he had won, the Republicans would be facing unprecedented shame thanks to his behavior. To think the man who gave us all a reason to celebrate lesbian incest between identical siblings while listening to poorly-rhymed rap-rock would sink so low.

Man Who Ripped Off His Wife’s Arm With His Pick-Up Is a Hero

Thursday, July 13th, 2006

Let’s see Maggie Gallagher defend this.

Police say he dragged his wife down a dirt road, her arm tangled in the seatbelt strap through the open door of his pickup, until the limb ripped clean from her body.

His lawyer says he’s a hero, rushing his injured wife to the hospital before she bled to death…

…”I’m saying he’s a hero,” John Gonta, Humphrey’s lawyer, said Thursday. “He made sure his wife survived. Whatever happened before that, I don’t know, but I’m glad he took her to the hospital.”

Police, too, aren’t entirely sure what led to 34-year-old Brenda Humphrey’s arm being ripped off about 1 a.m. Sunday. After days of searching, police still haven’t found the crime scene or the arm.

Bring this man a white steed.

Friday Random Ten – The Something Or Other I’m Drunk Edition

Thursday, June 29th, 2006

markie_biz02.jpg1) Sebastian Tellier – Ketchup vs. Genocide; I could do without the synth, but my girlfriend likes it so whatever.

2) Thirstin Howl III – The Alaskan Fisherman; This is one geographic area I never thought would make it onto a rap album — drive-bys on a snowmobile? Coke-dealing snowmen? It’s a cold, cold world.

3) Slick Rick – Children’s Story; If you can recite every word to this song you are my BFF.

4) Nekromantix – Dial 666; Despite the bas guitar shaped like a coffin, I could really do without this band on my playlist.

5) TV On the Radio – Dreams; Overrated. I don’t get it.

6) The Cure – Just Like Heaven; Drunk.

7) Otis Redding – My Lover’s Prayer; Still drunk.

8) Wesley Willis – I’m Sorry That I Got Fat (I Will Slim Down); By a true schizophrenic (not to be confised with the vernacular), with a badass documentary to boot. Make your friends watch it and bump foreheads.

9) Biz Markie – Turn Tha Party Out; Make the music with your mouth, Biz. And when you’re done, teach me.

10) PJ Harvey and John Parish – Taut; I just killed a bug on my computer monitor.

Does it count as “drinking alone” if you do it with others on IM?

Tuesday, June 20th, 2006

Folks, you know things are getting bad when your (mc)boingy host stoops to buying a box of wine.

And likes it.*

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*Seriously, people. Four bottles worth in a tiny box for fifteen dollars?
I sense an alcoholic coming on.

For the Record

Friday, June 9th, 2006

I have had way too much wine to be blogging, but I’ll do my best.

I’ll be here all week! Try the veal!