Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Don't They Know You Killed Jesus?

What part of the holiday season coaxes the crazies to enter society and spew their superfluous yet sensational rederick?



It's funny how word seems to travel as if a beacon of light in the sky, uniting the eccentric and encouraging them to spread the news. And perhaps I should clarify the individuals in reference would be of the evangelical influence.

Over the years, I've come to expect the occasional pamphlet, usually left propped up on the bathroom sink at work - or the more brave encounter of the Jehovah's Witness shattering knock on the front door at ungodly hours. I guess I've come to accept my fate as a resident of the Bible Belt, taking each "Do you have a moment?" with a grain of salt.

As soon as the decorations dress the store counters, the evangelical christians seep out of the woodwork and catch you off guard with such conviction in seemingly absurd statements. Yet the other day, the following interaction took the cake on the crazy train.


My coworker Liz fancies British comedy on an equal level as me, which aids to the enjoyment of work by slinging references and rusty accents back and forth. As the customers gain intensity as the special day draws closer, such banter allows us to maintain our sanity. After the third or so round, I worked on the last customer's latte. As I handed it off, said customer and I exchanged salutations and Liz and I returned to Life of Brian quotes.

A moment later, I ear my voice announced from the handout station. It was the same customer. I was surprised that she knew my name, which I had not remembered being part of the conversation, but that would be the least shocking element of the situation.

Her spiel was spectular! Although the laughter bubbling inside from the intensity streaming from this woman's eyes almost killed the moment.

"Laura..." she called and I headed to the end of the bar. "I am a Christian and God speaks through me on occasion." I felt my eyes widen and temporarily focus on the two orthodox Jews sitting at the table behind us.

"He wants me to tell you that He loves your humor and caring nature." Bullshit was the first word that came to mind, but she was damned entertaining at this point. Bring on the compliments.

"He has put songs in your heart that He wants you to sing." Are you kidding me?! "He will be in contact with you soon."

And with that, she walked away, leaving me stunned at my fortune - or gaining such an amazing nugget of religious extremism. Upon retelling the conversation, my coworker exclaimed loudly "Doesn't she know you killed Jesus?"

I know, right.






Sunday, December 16, 2007

Get lost, jerks.


www.Shorpy.com
This site pretty much kills it if you wanna get lost in ol' timey randomness. Scruffy newsies, obsolete technology, and disdain for child labor around the turn of the century, with write ups simultaneously more detailed than necessary and not detailed enough once you're interested.It'll put you in the time locker.

The shot above should be familiar to any Charleston visitor, only if you had just shown up after getting attacked during the civil war.

Have fun!






Thursday, December 13, 2007




Home for the Holidays

I will be in Aiken on Friday and Saturday, the 21st and 22nd? We should get together and drink beer. By the way there is like 2 fucking feet of snow outside and people are going to go to work tomorrow, that is really weird to me.

With Love,
Ryan


Monday, December 10, 2007

But seriously




Even if you're not a huge motorcycle fan, the level of design on these puppies is incredible, and besides the digi-mock up slated for next year, are all fully functional real world machines. Ch'ch'ch'check it out.

Confederate Motorcycles
and a write up in Popular Mechanics






One hell of a CHRISmas on the way.....

Important Cruise Update

Hey Hey Hey, so big thanks to Laura or Kristen for telling me about the passport thing. I checked in on it and unfortunately it seems we will need to get passports. I called the post office and the cruise line and there is no way around it. So I've already looked into it and here's what you got to do (after the jump)



go to this web addres:

travel.state.gov

then go to passport and find out "how to apply" for one. This may take some searching around but if I can find it all of you can. Then fill out the form "DS-11"

Make sure to bring 2 pics of yourself.


THE PROCESS TAKES 4-6 WEEKS so if you're hell bent on going please start looking into it now so you can, at least, get the information from parents and or other places.


One more note...there is two charges for this: 1. $67 and 2. $30 total $97

when I called on this, the lady told me it's two separate fees so don't write one check when you go to the post office. BRING TWO CHECKS when going to pay.


I guess that's about it. Please, if you have any questions give me a call and also make sure I have your digits in case I need to holla (Laura). Aight


in danger we trust

Thursday, December 6, 2007

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Rickles Film Reviews Vol. 4




I viewed two films this past week. One more depressing than the next. It was great!






Sad Bastard Double Feature
First up was "No Country For Old Men." This is a Cohen Brothers picture (Fargo, Big Lebowski). They are known for their quirky take on life. Also almost every one of their movies involves a large sum of money being fought over by several parties with life lost in the process. This movie is no different, except tone wise its more downbeat. I love their films because even the minor roles feel authentic. I won’t give away any of the plot (hate when reviews do that) but here are some main details: Texas, serial killer, a lot of cash.
Tommy Lee Jones is awesome in it. I’m thinking he may get Oscar nod. We’ve all seen him in some shitty pictures before (Man of the House, Volcano), so its not all his doing. Its really the excellent Cohen dialogue that lets him shine.


Second feature is "Before the Devil Knows Your Dead." Sindey Lumet (Dog Day Afternoon, Serpico) directed this one. Both of those where not happy affairs either. It also involves money and crime with all the complications that arise from those elements. This movie has a hell of an upsetting finish to it. My girlfriend saw it with me and said she felt like someone hit her. Great stuff!
Philip Seymour Hoffman is great as usual. This guy managed to be brilliant in a "Mission Impossible" movie, need I say more. Devil has a structure that is a Pulp Fiction/ Memento hybrid. Things keep spiraling more and more out of control.


Both of these films have great acting, story, structure, directing. However they both also have a heavily pessimistic attitude. This is of course right up my alley, but be forewarned. No happy endings in sight. I will probably buy both pictures. They are art house movies so it may be hard for you Aiken kids to see them. I don’t think the movies at a plex really adds that much to these two. But don’t miss em if you like downbeat character pieces.

hot chip redux

shortly after finishing my recent canned drum extravagaza post, i happened on the video for "ready for the floor" the first single from hot chip's forthcoming "made in the dark." besdies being seriously hot shit, this song (and video) really show off the two sides of hot chip- dancefloor beats/offbeat delivery. plus the video allows you to enjoy two-face without having to sit through anything directed by joel schumacher.





no requests III: hit it and quit it

a long time ago i remember rick angrily dismissing bands that lacked drummers. i think rick's heart is in the right place, but as usual he is completely wrong. today's theme- "bands" that owe more to dance/electronica drum machines and their intrepid programmers than john bohnam and his way around a bottle of booze.

first up hot chip. i'm excited about a third lp that's on the way. exciting, fun, dance-y but most certainly a band.


further evidence follows the jump....


junior boys are hot, rick admits...and not only are the drums canned, so is the bassline.


one might make the argument that in a live setting, live drums are essential. the clip is of montreal, the party's crashing us now. live at the 40 watt, halloween 2007. rick is somewhere to the left of the cameraman, drunk dancing. you'll notice the drum kit is unmanned- it was this way for 95% of the show.




enventual reduction

Snoop was once hard and hungry. now he's biting t-pain. ouch. at least the video is good for a laugh.



of course there's a chance this is a joke on the part of the doggfather...

**update**i was writing this while watching for the first time. joke or not, i'm sold. just stay tuned to the rap at the end.

**double update** while reviewing some earlier posts i discovered that chris's weekly weezy was in fact this exact same video. i'm glad snoop has managed to invade our space from all directions.




Monday, December 3, 2007

Perry Bible Fellowship




more here The Perry Bible Fellowship



hadn't seen these before. just fucked up enough. enjoy.

this should have been us

without a doubt, this could have come from us.






Sunday, December 2, 2007

Litestar Pulse


link and shit--->Drive the car of tomorrow....TODAY!!!
I recommend the Pulse kit, quite possibly the most unfun toy ever. I've got a bunch ordered so if you want in on the group buy, lemme know.

Friday, November 30, 2007

ok, i'll try this again....

deleted the last, never can tell how my tone will come across, though we all know each other so you'll read into and add/subtract to fit whatever you want anyway as it should be.




need to know what everyone's intention is with the site. i'll start by putting my full idea out, comment away.

we have basically at our disposal, the efforts of a professional Web Developer, in exchange for his ability to add it to the list in his portfolio.

what this means is whatever you can think of within reason could potentially come to fruition with a little back and forth and a lot of thanks to Justin. You don't know him, but you will soon enough. Dude rules it in just about every aspect.

With this, I hesitate to enlist his efforts and putting him through the frustration if it's not going to pan out to anything on our end.

The backstory.

I felt freaked out by not having regular contact with you guys. The phone calls consisting of "What have you been up to?", "Same old", "Me too", "Got drunk the other day did some stupid shit", "Oh yeah? Me too, that's crazy" just wasn't filling the void.

I longed for the days of hashing out ideas for good or ill, often knowing we were damn wrong from the start, just to instigate the thought process and sharing with one another. Turning the gears on the regular.

This escalated into a demand that everyone start going haywire on the Danger Crew myspace, which was already woefully inadequate in terms of it's capabilities.

Conversations with Chunks resulted in him taking the reigns and redoing what I think was a previous personal blogger account into a group one, which is this very site you add to yourself.

After initial conversations, it turned to the excitement of the potential of a review/opinion/whatever site that people other than ourselves might actually check into regularly, with the very far off if ever possibility that our collective writing/recollection/addiction pool had the potential to turn into something bigger and profitable at some point in the far off future. Though never demanded or expected, it was prominently in the back of our minds, and by back I mean the very front. While it would not be fair for me to speak for chunks, this came across as a consensual possible longing.

I'm not sure if any one but him and i were aware of this, as it hadn't directly been brought up, so there it is.

I had a prior post, that i deleted if you even saw it that brushed on this in the wrong ways maybe, but i realized it was unfair of me to get frustrated that other people were not taking it as seriously as i thought i was, when i never bothered to explain how serious i was taking it. what a dummy i am indeed.

in a not condescending way at all, i need to know where everyone is coming from if we attempt to take this seriously with regular installments, demanded output, time frames, basically a freelance job until it becomes more. If we want it to be, i have no doubt it will turn into that. If we just want to treat it as a glorified group myspace page, and again i have no problems with that and am not intending to be slight in the least, lemme know. I'm down for sharing of any kind, but my expectations were greater, and the immediate output from everyone out of the gate was on par with what chunks and i had discussed initially.

I know first hand the difficulties of keeping up with this shit, finding the time, and agonizing over every word knowing we are all our biggest critics as friends, but trying to determine where this is going if it is to ever be more than a sight to repost youtube videos.

and i like funny youtube videos. i'm not hating please don't take this as negative. please please please give your input, what you'd like to see, and how much you want to do. we can take the more all in people to do things for now, and pull in people off the bench as we get overwhelmed or find things that are exciting enough that we just can't keep our mouths shut.

please share your thoughts, and please make them longer than a one sentence comment. i'm looking for actual input, potential goals, and involvement levels here. yes it seems like work cause it is, but already it's seemed incredibly gratifying personally, and i've been amazingly impressed with the energy and thought behind everyone else's output.

the exact shit i was looking for in the first place, tiny bubbles of the intensity we shared over too many drunken nights trying to bide our time in the best ways possible.

lemme know.

and i didn't split this cause i wanted you to be forced to pay attention. i'm an asshole i know.


oh yeah, keep in mind. while it has a million diff. origins to a million diff. folks, type in "Danger Dome" in google. we are #2 and #3 as of this moment anyway. while not a huge step, and a random search, we are very easily found if looked for even in our current form. Potential indeed.


this was going to be the new snoop video but i saw it was already posted

AC/DC



This is why this band matters!


Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Wayne's World, Weekly Weezy Baby





Will be interrupted this week by Snoop Dogg pretty much ruling life.
when you put the cheesy t-pain vocoder into perspective with a video treatment like this, all hell breaks loose in the best way ever.



and if it's long the rest here.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Farthouse: I'm Not There

I'm Not There....and I wish I hadn't been.....
Leave it to popular culture at large to herald a steaming pile of shit as an amazing piece of cinema, especially when the topic is on Dylan, and the majority of people don't listen to his music at all,but merely know he's important because he's supposed to be. As frustrating as that kid in your seventh grade class with the G'n'R shirt that couldn't name a single song, this movie does nothing for actual fans, and as far as I can tell would only further confuse a casual listener why anyone gave a shit in the firstplace....



If it's a semi coherent surface level approach you're looking for, the movie fails to deliver, and when the movie is directed towards people that are already well steeped in his body of work, his mystique, and the combined powerhouse that is Pennebakers in the moment coverage of Don't Look Back and Scorsese's sprawling, nearly all encompassing biography No Direction Home, Dylan is probably the last musical icon that needed anymore film time beyond an acting cameo.

The well documented pre-release premise revolves around capturing different aspects of Dylan's persona with different actors, and going back and forth between all. In theory, an amazing approach that provides unbelievable flexibility while still being able to conceptually attach itself as need be. Boy did Haynes fucking blow it.

Instead of being loose concepts that all lead to a whole, the individual roles and acting try too hard in their own regards to still be "Dylan" in mannerism, almost losing the whole basis the director himself has preached. Instead of taking the parts and adding up to a whole, the audience is subjected to six equally cringe worthy characters that all fail on multiple levels, continuously keeping the viewer from ever fully feeling wrapped in the story.

Perhaps on some level this was the director's intention, however misguided, to retain a prevailing sense of detachment from the artist as Dylan has perpetuated throughout his career. This is a stretch at best though, demanding the audience to take the fall for the movie's weakness, when it's supposed intention is to bring the viewer closer in a way we previously could not.

Musically, Dylan reportedly gave full access to all archives and recorded works, including the previously rare basement tapes and floating bootlegs. Instead of taking the opportunity to include mostly previously unheard works as a chance to bring a freshness to well trodden ground, the director opts for poorly lip synched musical numbers for the most part, more often than not sung not even by the actors themselves. When they do sing, it falls incredibly short even in a conceptual approach, when merely using the emotional rawness of incomplete or unreleased recordings would have done all the talking for him. The young boy, while a competant actor, comes across as more of a distraction in the beginning of the film, forcing viewers to struggle to find some connection through the scatterbrained shots and disconnected story line of a very small aspect of his personality, all the while revealing almost nothing to lead to the future Dylan's.

Heath Ledger comes across as acting in a whole different movie, pretending to be Val Kilmer pretending to be Dylan, and failing miserably to do even that.

Blanchett's stellar performance is still hindered by the fact it's reduced to a mere impression of Dylan, though a good one, while Haynes attempts to tread into interesting Cinematic grounds.

This would be all good if it weren't for the fact that they are direct visual pilferings of Fellini's 8 1/2. Perhaps an attempted homage, but he takes nearly scene for scene visuals, and iconic ones at that for even the most basic of foreign movie buffs, from tunnel traffic scenes involving slow takes with passersby staring awkwardly, to courtyard awkwardness under midcentury furnishings dealing directly with the same over excitable media as in Fellini's 'La Dolce Vita', which itself brought us the very term paparazi that is blatantly portrayed in the scene, as well as perhaps one of THE most blatant thefts in movie making history by posturing Dylan floating in midair high above the ground with a rope tied to his ankle. It's almost as if the director were screaming "See, see, I know more than I've shown you, I know good movies even though I didn't make one this time!" More disheartening, is in their elementary takes here by Haynes they add next to nothing story or context wise, further confusing why he would even take such a blatant effort to involve them.

Richard Gere adds the most, though he benefits from the fact that his 'character' is the furthest away from Dylan's actual life. If anything, Haynes nailed his concept with Gere's throwback woodsman portion, and gave up on everyone else. Gere actually gets to act as opposed to mimic, and he becomes the highlight through no fault of his own. The sets and scenery actually take you out of the theatre briefly the way no other parts of the movie do, but only set up for more abrupt jumps back into poor attempts at other approaches to Dylan's life.

I'm not sure whether their deletion would improve the film so as to not make you realize how weak it's other portions are, if it would make it completely unwatchable by removing the only viewable aspects of the whole film. I'm assuming the latter.

Ben Wishaw's interrogation scenes add literally nothing to the film. Completely 100% pointless. No different aspect of perception, personality, character, or visual style that is not revealed during the screentime of one of the other 'characters'. It is literally pointless. How does a major director with millions of dollars in a budget, at this point, get away with filming and including absolutely pointless scenes throughout a film? Artistically I can find no reason why these were necessary outside of having hired the actor and budgeted the funds. Even in the cutting room, I sincerely feel for the sore son of a bitch that had to decide what to include, as if this were the cream of the crop there was nothing there to begin with.

Christian Bale is and has always been a badass. Somehow Haynes has managed to pull a performance out of him not even worthy of a VH1 Rockumentary. Completely distracting, completely out of his element, and this is from a man known for his incredible versatility and willingness to go to extremes to get there.

Julianne Moore's documentary style interviews have the feel of a Christopher Guest endevor, involving the same cheapness and feigned authenticity, except the joke never comes. When was the last time Julianne Moore put in a bad performance? Exactly.

This movie dissappoints on every conceivable level. For a piece of work that with even the quickest of glances at the marketing and reviews would only attract die hard fans, it exposes nothing new about the artist, and muddles together what could have been an incredibly dynamic dramatization of his well documented life given the premise. For normal movie goers, it would confuse beyond belief and warrant a million reasons to back the persistant surface level opinon of Dylan of "I don't get it, why bother?".

All in all, fuck this movie. Despite all the good press for the film, mark my words, five years from now this will not even be talked about except for the all encompassing blanket level of involving multiple actors for one character. Expect to see twenty more films with the same concept, and expect 19 of them to be bad. Still, all twenty of those will inevitably be better than this.

Welcome a new era in movie making we haven't seen in twenty years, stealing concepts and making them better instead of worse. Unfortuantely we had to sit through this garbage to get inspired.

It used to be we were awed by film, now it seems that the prevailing feeling is that anyone could do it. While this is definitely not the case, Haynes has at least set the bar low enough that any future imitators will undoubtedly fare better than him, so I thank him in advance for bringing a thoughtless approach to usually arthouse fare up to the spotlight so that maybe in the next ten years somebody that saw this will say "I can do that", and will, and will do it right. In the meantime, fuck this film.

To add insult to injury, I have never walked out of a film, ever, and enjoy usually intolerable things for the sheer fact of sharing the misery with others, and went out a fourth of the way to smoke a cigarette not the least bit concerned that I was missing something. Had it not been for the company I went with, I never would have finished the movie. A large part of me still wishes I hadn't.

Cruise Time

Aight guys, I hope everyone heard of the cruise i'm trying to organize. Here is some info on said cruise. A lot of the details can be changed so if you have a problem with anything just let me know and i'll change the search. The cruise will take off April 14, 2007. More after the jump:






First of all, the fees should be right at $300. The ship departs out of Miami so we will have to find a way down there. From Aiken it's about a 10-11 hour drive and leaves at 4pm on a Monday. We return on Friday at 8am.

Another point on the fees is the $300 does NOT include alcohol. Now you all know how much i drink so to warn you, a five night cruise (this will be four) i spent $400 on drinks. Also, if we decide to go in April i will need the $300 by mid to end of January.


Now that, that is over here is the fun stuff:

We are going to Cozumel, Mexico and Key West, Florida and the rest of the time is spent at sea.

But there is a lot to do on the boat:

There is a casino
Minature Golf
Two dance clubs
Gymnasium
Jogging Track
Library
Video Arcade
About six placed to eat
Piano Bar
Internet Cafe
and a lot more.

I guess that's it. The rooms seem to sleep 2-4. If it's the same price i will try to get two to a room but we'll see. So if there is anything else ask me/let me know. I need input bad on this guys. I want everyone to go so leave a comment, hit me up on myspace or holla at cha boi on my hip. Cool


Saturday, November 24, 2007

Bill Nye Almost Bites the Bullet Over Love Lost

The Post and Courier (parent to the Aiken Standard) does not exactly emplify the highest standard in journalism. On any given day, headlines range from "No Room for Zoom" to "Yahoo! It's Malibu." Yet as I picked up the paper at work the other day, the headline recalling a recent restraining order request by Bill Nye the Science Guy shocked me more than the dozen of grammatical errors on the front page. Here's the scoop:



Science Guy seeks restraining order against ex-Spoleto critic
By Brian Hicks (Contact)
The Post and Courier
Wednesday, November 21, 2007

He blinded her with science. She poisoned his garden with weed killer.
Or so the court documents say.


Television's Bill Nye the Science Guy filed a temporary restraining order in September against his estranged partner, former Post and Courier Spoleto critic Blair Tindall, after he says she tried to poison the garden where he gets his food.

In court documents filed last week, Tindall claims a "temporary lapse in judgment" caused her to attack Nye's rose garden only — actions brought on by being a "victim of emotional cruelty."

But let's back up.

This is the sad ending of a romance that began in 2005, according to Tindall's declaration filed Nov. 15 in the Los Angeles Superior Court.

Nye contacted Tindall, she says, after he read her book, "Mozart in the Jungle: Sex, Drugs and Classical Music," a memoir of her wild and X-rated days in various orchestras. The book caused a minor scandal in classical music circles about the time she did Spoleto reviews for The Post and Courier in 2005.

She left Charleston for Los Angeles that summer and soon met the Science Guy. There was chemistry.

Within months, Nye announced their engagement on the CBS "Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson." They got married at a conference a few months later in a ceremony performed by Rick Warren, author of "The Purpose Driven Life." The Associated Press story ran in 300 papers worldwide, Tindall notes.

They bought a $1 million house together in Studio City, Calif., where they counted actor Ed Begley Jr. among their neighbors. Nye even carried her across the threshold, she says.

But a few months later, after an appearance on CNN where they were identified as Mr. and Mrs. Science Guy, they found out the marriage license was invalid. Nye threw Tindall out of the house she says they picked out together.

Then on Sept. 3, after a bad year, Tindall says she was watching her former neighbor's television show, "Living With Ed," when she saw Begley and his wife talking with Nye in the backyard of her former home. She says Nye claimed he could be happy if only he had a woman to share the home with, then picked a rose for Begley's wife.

It might have sent Tindall over the edge. She dressed in black and took weed killer to make sure Nye "couldn't give another woman the flowers for which I had cared," according to court documents.

Nye spied Tindall from across the street. In his request for a temporary restraining order, he says "she was trying to poison my plants, including some vegetable produce plants" with bottles filled with some sort of solvent.

"Quite unexpected and odd, I admit," Nye notes in his restraining order request.

Tindall says she caught sight of her reflection in a sliding glass door and was horrified by what she had done, so she left, the documents said. Nye says he yelled at her and she took off without her car lights on.

Nye has asked the courts to keep Tindall as far as allowed by law from him. Tindall says, "I am not, nor ever have been, a threat to Mr. Nye."

Tindall says in court documents she has moved on, is no longer angry or upset.

So much for chemistry. (Not my joke! )


Friday, November 16, 2007

men who look like old lesbians


click paul stanely for more hot lesbian action


time to go school

this is truly timeless.




Thursday, November 15, 2007

new threads thread

Yea or nay on the new site design thus far? i'm working on some other stuff, but most of these changes have to be hand-coded in xml- a serious bitch so it's slow going. credit to chris on the new 'danger skullz' graphic. i tried to strech it fit uptop but it came out looking funny, so i thought it's current placement to be dope.

anyone interested in the design of the site comment your suggestions here.



Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Wayne's World, Weekly Weezy Baby


The bass in this one is enough to make you poop your drawls.
If you got the speakers, don't be scared to turn it on up.



and if it's long the rest here.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

The Farrell is the Building

Herbert,

Thanks so much for you interest, and doctor I appreciate the opportunity. Also, as for the Weekly Weezy update, could you include some creepy inneudo and speculation about he and Birdman's man/boy love? It would be appreciated and oh so necessary.

Love,

Ryan

Monday, November 12, 2007

Unfuckwithable



more after the jump



Jigsaw w/ bike helmets....


Reckoner


headmaster ritual


Sunday, November 11, 2007

star trek, ect, ect.

Put the begining of your post here
whrer? hrer?

So, after some radom tv veiwings that were enjoyoble, ie with the doctor bald guy.
I have become enthraled with star trek. so much so.
I bought the five movies that james t kirk was in, and rented all the others.
The idea that mankind will one day operate on a saner level is as comforting as a hamburger and a simpsons dvd.
Why then? Why can't I watch the original movie without getting bored out of my mind.
I think that the whole begining of the movie, with the vulcan shit, is kind of like the book of gennisisisisis in the bible.
On and ON andOONN with the who b egat who and the so many years and shit.
WWWEEEE WANT ACTION AND ADVENTURE.
Even if it is calm and reserved. Wise beyond our years.
I will attempt to watch it again tonighet this maondrndsing.!
Why not?
I want to sleep with her and her man friend is off to work. I like him but I'm drunk with her.
Why fight it? b
e
cause
I'm a decent person, and the lessons I've learned have stuck rarely but the ones that have are more important than the ones I don't know yet.
How good will I be at life in twenty years?

oh, you should go here:
2 Girls 1 Cup


don't ask questions, just play the video. It will make you hate yourself less......or more. I can't remember which.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

The New Frontier of General Information and Common Knowledge

The title above, if on a more candid note, would appropriately read " Why I love digital cable and now have no social life to speak of (and why it's unnerving that such a fact leaves me unphased)." Yet as a brave attempt to justify my obsession with momentary visual and mental stimulation, which is so effortlessly satisfied in mere seconds that it tops my list of instant gratifications, I present two offerings of valuable programs to the gods of judgement in an attempt to prove that yes, TV is good for you!

In the past twenty-four hours, I've watched two programs, both informative and entertaining on various levels, that have prompted me to share. The first was an episode of Independent America on the Sundance Channel. I have to admit that I was initially drawn to this edition because it featured Starbucks. The episode did have quite a few moments of Starbucks-bashing but overall focused on the search for the long-lasting Mom and Pop stores across the nation. It's a story we've all heard.. the now accustomed scenerio...big business squashes the competion (often independently owned family businesses) in an insensitive and cruel fashion. The show highlighted the obvious example, using Wal-Mart, McDonalds, and Starbucks as examples of the intrusion big business often presents on well-established small towns, often causing the ultimate death of the stereotypical American downtown ideal. Now I'm not saying that I'm jumping head-first into the abyss of fanatic liberalism ,where anything corporate represents evil and defamation of independence, with battle flags blazing in full support. I work for Starbucks, the greediest of corporations, for Christ's sake! With every insult flung at big business, a pang of the most defensive nature strikes - for big business pays my bills, allows me full benefits and health insurance. In this transitional phase in my life, Starbucks has provided quite the comfort in my life, knowing that I'm taken care of. That's not to say that I don't have my disagreements with policies and the micromanagereal aspects of running corporate stores because the list takes up some room. Yet the point of this spiel stems from the program itself, placing the spotlight on one of our country's silent tragedies - the disappearance of Mom and Pop businesses. The casualties can be seen in any small town where downtowns resemble ghosttowns with FOR LEASE banners outnumbering OPEN signs. And it all comes down to economics...supply and demand. The moment a big business enters a town, a large percent of the town's income goes into these chain stores, sending a pretty big chunk of change to a city sometimes states away instead of back into the city's financial blood stream. One of the most influential facts of the episode focused on the employment opportunities given by big business, obviously my ears perked up. Yes, they provide great benefits, reasonable hours, a sense of belonging through commerical and corporate propoganda...I mean, Starbucks is loaded with so much propoganda that Goebbels would be proud. Yet the opportunity offered by big businesses can be found in any city across the nations. I could wear a green apron in any part of this country. That is an appealing thought to a wandering youth. The trouble is that the reality of perpetuating such a transient society leaves the community struggling to service. There are those gems here and there, small shops with the same workers for years, restaurants with family members of many generations behind the counter, neighbors working and living next to each other. This will be a tale of the past if supporting the small business becomes an afterthought. So in the end...shop locally...save your community!

On a lighter and less lengthy note, my second program of great interest showcased the Traveling Wilburys...a band I've always acknowledged as worthy of admiration, yet never gave much exclusive listening time. I mean, really, it's pretty mind-blowing to think about. A group of friends, hanging out, making music, and well, they happen to be a schmoragsbord of mid 20th century's most talented musicians. You've got one of the greatest voices in rock and roll - Roy Orbison, doned in dark lenses and his standard black attire - standing next to the master of lyricism Bob Dylan - still squirrelly, still sexy - and in charge of it all, fucking George Harrison! In a more popular tune, Handle With Care displays the mid 60's sensibility of Beatlesque idealism and sultry desperation of Roy Orbison, set to the script of Dylan. Amazing, simply amazing. Yes we can't forget the other priceless contributors of which my fingers refuse to type out of exhaustion. With that, I bid you all good night. I'm going to watch more television. Viva la Cable!

Um....

Where the hell is Farell in all this?



and if it's long the rest here.

Friday, November 9, 2007

Track Marks:Full Fix


Two long-timers leave their bullshit at the door....
The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of Niggytardust

It was bound to happen. After Radiohead decided to test the boundaries of modern music marketing and distribution, others would follow suit for good or ill. Most major artists too scared to gamble with their income to really go all out, too many unsigned and 'indie' dying for attention ready to give away for free what listeners haven't yet learned to respect. Niggytardust appears to be just as happy as Radiohead to simply see what happens when you let your creations loose.

Saul Williams comes out of the woodwork for most casual music fans, but he's been around forever. Known mostly for his work being one of the best during the resurgence of popularity for spoken word poetry in the 90's, but more importantly bringing worldwide attention to the whole of the scene through SLAM, a movie co-written and starring Williams that garnered the 1998 Grand Jury Prize at the Sundance Film Festival.

Both of his prior releases, 2001's Amethyst Rockstar and 2004's Self Titled, were solid efforts with interesting aspects of their own, however it always came across as if he were struggling to shake the confines of his spoken word over beat formula and actually tread into music that could reach a wider audience beyond his usual fans, and the happy few outsiders that managed to find him anyway.

With new cohort Trent Reznor at his back, Saul's just kicked in the damn door.

Reznor brings some of his most inspired music in years. Sprawling, layered arrangements running the gamut from old school drum machine hip hop, to the kind of tracks Bloc Party fans probably wished they could've included more of on their last effort A Weekend in the City, even as fantastic as it was.

Williams manages to merge his already perfected spoken word with a more honed ability to ride a beat. More surprisingly he brings to the forefront his prowess as a legitimate lead singer previously only hinted at compared to his output here.

"WTF!"'s tinkling piano chords, ominous background, and driving beat starts out classic Reznor with a sprinkling of 808 while combined vocal efforts lift it far past that alone to a hypnotic trance by tracks end. "Scared Money"'s smooth horns and cymbal beat carry Williams through arguably one of his best verses ever. While covering U2's Sunday Bloody Sunday, Reznor twists nearly everything but the inescapable marching drum, breathing new life into an unfortunately overplayed goodie. Williams croons, chants, and hums excitedly throughout sounding like he's been dying to do this song as long as he's known it, and it doesn't disappoint in the least as easy as it would have been to miss completely on such a well known track.

"When I say Niggy, You say nothing", the chorus of Niggytardust in the context of folk not in a position to shout it at a hip hop show, cuts to the heart of his often times hilarious but pressing observations. Crazed out vocoder and sizzurp verses inflected with nowadays hard to find legitimate irony follow up to seal the deal with a respective wink and nod.

Beginning to end, an enthralling effort thick enough for repeated listens, with a sound familiar and fresh at the same. Bringing out the absolute best in each other and expanding on each other's vision, this is a welcome surprise and can be had either for $5 at 320 kbps or $Free Dollars at 192kbps. While not the first to do it, they come out ready for fisticuffs with tracks worthy of the attention being 2nd will provide. Better this than Brit Brit regardless of your take.


Get the album at The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of Niggytardust



make sure you watch till the very end


A jew on a mission




I'm finally ready for something different. I've been out of touch with many of you, mostly due to the fact that a much needed stint of solitude. Charleston has been a stepping stone for me in terms of relationships, responsiblity, and career. As this past August marked my fifth year in the Holy City, the itch for change can no longer be ignored and I've finally made steps in moving in such a direction.

I dipped in the wells of music journalism and satisfaction was far from reach. It's just not the right facit for me. So now onto the next step, graduate school for a degree in the most uplifting of subjects: Holocaust Studies. And where better to go for a Jew to study the life and death of other Jews. Brooklyn of course. So, fingers crossed, at this time next year, I will be bitching about the cold and riding the subway to the Village, following the footsteps of my beloved Bob.



Thursday, November 8, 2007

Affleck's Triumph (Sort of)

Rickles Film Reviews Vol. 3


Bothers combine their strength to come up with something not terrible.

As amazing as it may seem, it’s true. Coming from me, a long time hater of Ben Affleck, this is indeed high praise. When you think of him a hefty number of horrible films come to mind (see Armageddon, Daredevil, Paycheck, and Pearl Harbor for proof). When you been this shitty so long it’s inventible that you would long for some respect. Especially when your best friend is in one great movie after another (Matt Damon= Bourne Trilogy, Ocean’s Trilogy, and Rounder’s). Given this background it’s easy to grasp to sheer overcompensation that is Gone Baby Gone. In his bid to be taken seriously Ben has made a truly joyless film. Not that theirs nothing about the movie to admire, it just belongs on that exclusive list of films that are good but no ones ever needs to see them more than once. AV Club recently made such a list, and I would add this movie into consideration for that company.

Don’t pay attention to the jokey Violet Femmes title this is a “serious” picture. Gone Baby Gone is the story of an investigator hired to help find a missing girl. Off to the races with a no win, miserable setup. Needless to say things never really take a turn for the better. However, the film is well acted, has many surprising plot twist, and (shock) is soundly directed. Casey Affleck, Ben’s little brother is quite good. I had only seen him in minor roles but here he actually holds his own against seasoned pros Ed Harris & Morgan Freeman. Ben’s direction is spot on in the action sequences. Affleck adapted the script from a novel by the same guy who wrote Mystic River. That film is a good comparison in tone, setting, and acting style.

I think this is a good movie, which is definitely a surprise. Nevertheless, I would have never seen it if I didn’t work at a movie theater were I saw it for free. I would recommend you wait till DVD or steal it off the internet. Also don’t watch this movie by yourself because it is completely depressing and without someone to vent to you will feel awful for awhile. If you like to make yourself miserable, and I know some of you do, this is a good tool for that.


holy shit

somebody gave ian sevenious his own show.






prefuse 73

so the new prefuse 73 cd is actually really good.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

World's Collide

Jesse wins again. Evan emailed me this link. Its Patton Oswald talkin with Maynard. Weird and also perfectly normal. check it out.
Artist on Artist: Patton Oswalt and Maynard James Keenan

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Peep Game Whoadee

Got hooked up with this place, pretty craze kid. Dig in this basement. Hard to find old ass albums straight to your shit. Dub, soul, ononononon....suggestions in there i wouldn't have come across otherwise, at least enough to know what was up.

You and Me on a Jamboree



and if it's long the rest here.

Wayne's World, Weekly Weezy Baby

It's wednesday bitches, doubled up this week but now on schedule, didn't think anybody would complain.



and if it's long the rest here.

and i am a poster, not a boaster...

i love reggae music, when it's true and right. reggae, with the right heart, from the right artist, makes me happier than any other kind of music. to me you could find no worse way to piss on reggae than reduce it to just "happy beach music"....real reggae has subtext, subtlety, and sublimety.....to me it is follower of soul, brother of funk, and antecedent of trip-hop. having said all that, you simply must watch lee perry be lee perry...





god loves his children...

accidental discovery while researching reggae week:



this was TEN YEARS AGO...i remember when this came out clearly...and thinking back to then (1997), i could barely fathom 1987, aside from it being the first season of The Next Generation.



and yet it seems so recent...just part of growing older?



Tuesday, November 6, 2007

The Suffering



The Suffering, where an album of perceived shittiness is forced upon myself for the first time to find out how bad it really is. This week it's a trip to the Discotheque Lounge with The Pussy Cat Doll's PCD



Cee-Lo laughs through 'Don't Cha', the horns give it away, and i hope he made a lot of fucking money cause i had to listen to this for almost a year. This is the part where the girls get you warmed up, just a little aroused but you act like you don't know if it's going farther yet, though you know it does.

Wil.i.am crashes the party for 'Beep' and surprise! craftily beeps out all the references to physical body parts, cuss words, and lewd actions everyone came to the club to see. My dick shrivels a little bit while I go to get another ten dollar drink from the weird guy in the back.

Timbaland initiates a call and response for everyone to 'Wait a Minute' to pay attention to how his chick is treating him wrong, while she dances naked in front of everybody whining about how he ONLYwants her for her body ANDsoul. I'd excuse her contradicting herself if it wasn't for the leftover Black Eyed Peas track it's all on top of. She's the dark haired one to the left, and she's wearing a black thong shaped like a butterfly. She has an overly large, poorly executed tattoo on her thigh, and the guy behind me in sweatpants is making funny noises while she attempts to make her almost existant ass clap.

DJ Bumpyballs slows the tempo down a little bit. The latin chick on the right comes out in a teddy and tries to be sensual, but insists on awkwardly lip synching to the whole of 'Stickwitu' and it consumes so much of her being, she forgets to move all sexy like at all. Right about the time the hand clap breakdown starts we all agree to move it over to the Marine Room.

We spend $50 on 3 drinks to share amongst all of us. As we take our seats at our new locale, 'Buttons' starts up with a middle eastern tinge and the dudes in the front from Fort Gordon are noticeably twitching. The redhead all the way to the left comes out bellydancing, but there's large welts on her left tit, which is also happens to be almost twice the size of the other one. Another round of drinks please.

After her set, all the girls, including the ones from discotheque come out. They must run second shift here after their day job down the block. They rub on each other striking Charlie's Angel poses every now and then while the music pronounces how they 'Don't Need a Man'. No ring on the finger. They do it all on their own, and of course with the help of all the horny dudes in the audience coughing up cash. This continues over three minutes of canned horns and a string section as stale as the beer in our red solo cups.

The Blonde with the black eye comes out, gyrating her special bits to an early nineties disco rehash of 'Hot Stuff' wearing hot pants and a quickly removed jogging jacket. At this point, hearing the normal version of the song would make me more hot and bothered than seeing her pick up her keys without her hands while this track plays.

The lead chick comes out to wiggle and ask 'How Many Times, How Many Lies?' in a corset and garters. She waves her finger alot. Deception is on her mind, and you're getting drunk enough to think that if you console her, you can take her home. You are very, very wrong. She's still going home with the dude that's "been creeping", and the bills you toss at her during the Justin Timberlake-alike bridge towards the end are going to buy his ass an extra waffle at the waffle house tonight.

'Bite the Dust' starts up, and just when you think Beyonce herself has come for a one-off nudie performance to practice for her world tour, instead out hops the spritely one with the faux hawk. She can't dance, and the flapjacks she's wearing on her chest do nothing to convince me that her man could not be stolen by one of the other girls as she repetitiously informs us all. But she's got him, and they're in love, and Christina Aguilera cooing ensues while you start wondering what she looked like ten years prior.

The lead chick comes back out dressed like a newsie, with suspender straps covering her nip nips. 'Right Now' more horns kick in as she throws her hat off, whipping her hair around to the jazz flute sounds. Desi Arnez hits the big drum in the background right before some wierd dude starts snapping his fingers and singing some da-da-dums. This shit is stupid. We're all too drunk, and it's way too late to be putting up with this.

Just as we're getting up to leave, the volume jumps twice as loud with some hard rocking synthesizer. It hurts, physically and mentally, when all of a sudden you realize it's a version of 'Tainted Love' that's so sugary sweet there's no desperation left in the song and in a moment of clarity you know for certain that none of these girls are coming home with you. They never were.

As you start making your way out the door, they flick on the lights one by one and slide into a slinky bluesy jazz number as the send off for the night. Coulda been Jill Scott if she weighed 89lbs, and was missing a pinkie finger and a high school diploma. It's the only track of the night that resembles a bearable song, but all the girls are picking up their left over tips and the tone only adds to the depression sinking in knowing that you're going home alone again, and your too drunk to fuck even your own hand. As you pass out in the back of the car, you can still hear the tinkling piano trailing off in the background, and though you can't remember a single thing you heard all night, that one chick with the dark hair keeps popping up in your alcohol fueled dreams.

Monday, November 5, 2007

Rickles Film Reviews


Vol. 2 American Gangster

Don't know if any of you have seen this movie. Its a solid gangster picture, not on the level of say last years Departed, but miles above the recent release We Own the Night. I know you've all seen mafia movie, so its all been done before. It all becomes about execution then. Good acting, unforgettable characters, solid direction. It has all of these just not enough. The biggest problem is its actually riping of two classic Al Pancio movies at the same time. (No not the Godfather) Scarface, as you might have guessed is similar to Denzel's role. Check out the poster for more proof of Scarface infringement. Furthermore, Russell Crowe is simply Serpico without the beard or the hippy look. While its not as good as either of those pictures either, its still decent. Ridel Scott directs and while he's a great director (Alien & Gladiator) this isn't his genre. He cant compete with Scorosese or Coppola. I would recommend this movie to any body who wants to see a good but not great gansta picture, which i always down for.


Monday Music Club: Professor Upset my dub konducta

Ziggedy Whoa ah oh. It's Reggae Week bitches. you know the jump deal.


Trying to start some regularly posted weekly items to have things in mind ahead of time to be thinking about. Monday is music club, somebody please come up with a better name. Basically whoever posts first on monday, free game, sets some genre, artist, whatever for everyone to delve in to a little deeper than usual.

A chance to be exposed to or reevaluate music you think others would usually pass up, or are guilty of passing on yourself.

For this week it is officially Reggae Week. All aspects, roots, dub, dancehall, whatevs. What artist/albums/tracks have hit you hard?
Hey Rick, Jesse said you were being unfair about his day to day and sent me video proof of how well he's doing.



and if it's long the rest here.

Wayne's World- Weekly Weezy Baby

Was listening to The Cool Kids tracks and came across this on accident. Download the shit, they got some good shit going on their own. On the track, lil wayne was just listed as The Cooler. That dude pumps out so much shit I could just have a Lil Wayne track of the week. I'll do my best not to I swear...fuck that it's on, with a little encouragement from the good Dr. C. ignore the nonexistant video and enjoy the tunes.



and if it's long the rest here.

Sunday, November 4, 2007

watch this....

i fucking dare you







We don't take requests, part II

Tonight i spent several hours putting together some music for when i bar back at cuzine. Here are a few selections- first up is king's of conveniece's "misread." This group makes me think a little nick drake, simon and garfunkel, though more uptempo than both.



okay, two more after the jump.



next is "all caps" by madvillian- a few of you are familiar with this already i'm sure, but the video should appeal to all.



mf doom is half of madvillian, and way before he was doom he was half of KMD...he raps first in the video for "peach fuzz."



okay that's all i feel like for now.




Saturday, November 3, 2007

the internet makes you stupid

As i'm sure you all know (or assume) i spend ALOT of time on the internet, so much so that i'm begining to look at making money at it (seriously). Having a laptop + wireless internet in my apartment has really spoiled me...i'm taking a shit as i'm typing this.

What do i do with all this time on the internet? besides checking and tweaking The Danger Dome, i enjoy reading for hours on end. I'd like to share a few of my favorite web sites with everyone, and if you'd like to share anything of interest with me (and everybody else) in this forum, please do..i'm always looking for something new to read.

So the links follow the jump....give them a shot, if you're bored, and i know you are. i have lots more, but i'll save'em.


fark.com and more specfically fark's geek links

boing boing is right up my alley- one of the contributers is a sci-fi novelist.

wookiepedia, memory alpha, battlestar wiki- think you're dorky? just imagine the people that write the entries for these..

goodshit- art, literature, music, naked girls...this blog is true to it's name.

engadget is about grown up toys. the non sex type.

okay, so where do you go?

Friday, November 2, 2007

just curious

has anyone popped corn in the mirowave with the bag upside down?

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Athens, Commander Riker, Purple Rain, et al.....


Last night's mission to see Of Montreal in athens was a complete success. I had my picture taken with cookie monster, which has been a lifelong dream (it appears to me the girl scout on his arm lured him in with promises of delicious Samoas cookies). Kristin misplaced her costume, but otherwise all went according to plan. Rickles and Weylin went from casusal indiffrence, to best friends, to sworn enemies all in the matter of an hour or two. Heavy boozing was the name of game and we all played our best hands- i'm proud of everyone's performance.

If you'll follow the jump you'll see all manner of unsavory photographs, plus fun stuff like show footage. Why do all this? Because i love us.


First and foremost, the show was without a doubt the coolest halloween party i've ever been too. It was my first time at the 40 watt, and in athens for that matter, and i was impressed by both town and venue. Our hotel was a two minute walk from show, thanks to kristin for the smart pre-trip internet hotel booking. We pulled up to the 40 watt around a quarter past nine- rick and i jumped out to pick up our pre-ordered tickets while kristin and weylin were tasked with finding the hotel. Securing the tickets was no problem, so rick and i proceed to find the hotel on foot; unfortunatley poor directions made us walk a bit out of our way, but the hike gave us a chance to become truly giddy with excitment. There were drunk people in costumes walking in the street, falling off the curb, dropping out of trees.


Kristin and weylin were already at the room by the time rick and i found the hotel, and after donning my red star trek command division tunic (handmade by kristin) we four made our merry way to the 40 watt. We stood in line with all manner of costumed freaks, meeting up with natty e (tastefully dressed as young harry potter) in the process.



Once inside we were quickly 'booze in hand' and made time surveying the costumes...robots, quail man, the pope, mojo-jojo, and a half-man, half-lady were all present. MGMT began their set around our second drink, and after that everything becomes a blur best told by pictures and video. my only regret was not getting a picture of one of the robots using the urinal. I had my camera at the ready, but the half-man, half-lady suggested that perhaps using flash photography in men's room was a bad idea.


12:10 am- I meet one of my literary heros. my only regret- that i'm dressed like a complete dumbass.

1:30 am- Of montreal close there main set with purple rain. Our party descends into chaotic, orgiastic dancing. Check below for video of said song.


Thanks to the pasty quail for the video. there are several more videos here.


2:10 am- we fail in our attempt to meet the band. Weylin kiss-closes with cleopatra, but is ultimately rejected.


2:40 am- Weylin and rick bicker like children. i have to buy them hotdogs to get them to stop.


4:00 am- rick and weylin make up. and out.


Well there you have it for now. Of montreal are an amazing live act, and there support was terrific. Grand Buffet had a candy snake, and they threatend to kick somebodies ass. Also, of montreal were dressed as the blue man group, with kevin barnes being tobais fumke specifically. Awesome.

Crazy Jesse Chronicles

Vol. 2 Road Trippin

The saga continues, in this week’s episode my dear friend and roommate gets a new toy. As you may or may not know I went to see Of Montréal on Halloween. The show was in Athens and I had to go to Aiken to assemble with the crew. Talking to Jesse the day before I realized he was also going to Aiken. I made the courageous choice to ride with him. The next day as I’m standing in the parking lot and I noticed a sports car hauling ass thru the area. It whizzes up scaring the shit out of me. I’m thinking this fuckin crazy bastard and who pops his head out but Jesse. He had borrowed under some false pretenses a distant relative’s badass Mustang. It occurred to me that the only people foolhardy enough to entrust him with such a vehicle would have to be related to him.


As all of you know from riding with Jesse it’s a freighting and intense position to be in. Jesse has a habit of attempting to do upwards of five things while driving. These are all done with average to poor ability but also with much vigor. I would compare his driving to that animal you see in the road that your sure is going to be hit and at the last moment it miraculously moves to safety. During the trip home there was much talk of his new religious beliefs which include chakras of electricity that flow thru everyone’s body. Apparently on women they are similar to a light socket (if you can plug into them the will light up). During an awkward conversion about Sue I learned that she often praised his cock. This involves rejoicing in its enormous size and using its preferred name “The Red Dragon”.

When we arrived in Aiken I breathed a sigh of relief. I’m safe! Jesse had other plans. We quickly veered of course. Apparently we needed to take a backwoods road detour. When questioned the reason for the change of trajectory he informed me that he’d been dreaming a lot lately about this road and he needed to drive it. I understood completely, we were now chasing demons. This is I’m sure you will agree the preferred way to end a trip. As we were going a 100 down a narrow, winding road it occurred to me what other things lurk in the cavernous mind of the red dragon. I was quickly brought back to reality by Jesse showing me were he used to pick blueberries, which also seemed like an essential stop to make. He then saw a sign advertising Sam Erb running for some office which sent him into long tangent about how he should run for politics. My response as I’m sure you would have said “Nix out the competition”. The expedition then took us to his childhood home where I learned that some real evil shit went on across the street.

Chunky eventually came to pick me up at a bar were Jesse had stranded me. But Jesse had one closing statement for all. “I need a real car like this! I’m gonna get one!”

Sometimes you gotta roll the hard six...

So it's just a little under a month until the new Battlestar Galactica TV movie premieres, and i'm pretty close to a nerdgasm. The new season is not starting until early next year, so i'm pretty starved for all things BSG.

Anyway there were flashbacks to the first cylon war that were cut from the new movie, and sci-fi is airing them one a week leading up to the movie...they star a young adama on his first mission. pretty geeky stuff. the actor they got to play young adama looks the part, but his acting skill is not quite on the level with eddie olmos, plus his imitation of olmos's voice is slightly distracting. You can't fuck with old-school cylon in ep. 4 though...

Here's the first ep; i'll put the rest after the jump, and add the new ones to this post as they come.











Important Question

Do you think alien things will invade?

A. Forever
B. Definite Maybe
C. Sometimes Never
D. It Already Happened
E. I Have Trouble Thinking
F. ________________



something in the near distant future

I propose a danger cruise. Continue reading:


With the passing of my 26th birthday i have realized that we are getting old. Before it's too late we need to get together as one, one last time. I've already been looking at times and prices and here they are:

the dates are up in the air but i was looking at April, May or June. This is negotiable.

the prices are $375-$499. Now this may seem high but we have months and months to prepare. think of what the money will buy. memories of great times. all the food you could eat, litterally. sun. water. girls. girls. oh, and i think there may be alcohol.

so get your shit together and let me know. this is a great idea yo, ho



Yuppers

All I know is that if I can have stuff, if I get prizes, then I win.- Nathan Explosion, Dethklok



and if it's long the rest here.

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Halloween is for sinners






hmm...i smell danger crew

what it do, how u live. mike v in da house!!!!

anyway, much love to the crew. miss u all and i look forward to reading all the rants by our fellow members. along with the arguments that shall occur.

in danger we trust





#1

In the course of discusing my Panda vs Panda post, Chris had wondered if his copy of animal collective's 'strawberry jam' was bunk. I hope this does not add to the confusion.



On record, this track is nearly perfect.



Tuesday, October 30, 2007

some singers have timeless appeal

even if it's for all the wrong reasons


i feel like i tied up a loose end on sunday

while this probably means very little to most of you. at the Gainesville fest less than jake played a surprise show under a fake name. this was one of the bands i listened to all throughout high school and never got to see so it pretty much made my day.