Monday, August 28, 2006


Who are you and why are you taking my picture?

This girl was at the Walkmen show at McCarran Park Pool yesterday (Aug 27th) and sat on the stage taking pictures of the crowd. Tons and tons of pictures. I'm in at least 10 of them. Photographers at these shows are nothing new really theres bunches of em. When one of the other photo-bloggers moved away from there own perch this girl sat in there spot and continued to take many more pictures which inspired a few how-dare-you! looks from some adorable hipster girls. Well I thought I should put up a shot of her on my incredabley unpopular blog and not only that but you can practically see her vag. Enjoy.

Sunday, April 09, 2006


Kurt Cobain must be rolling around in his grave

Nirvana fans got a jolt recently when Courtney Love announced that she had sold a quarter of her large share of the band's publishing rights. Across the Internet, nails were collectively bitten: What would become of Nirvana's music, largely untouched by television commercials and movies? Would "Smells Like Teen Spirit" finally suffer the insult of being used to promote the deodorant it once mocked?

Ms. Love, the widow of Kurt Cobain, promised restraint. "We're going to remain very tasteful," she told Rolling Stone, adding enigmatically that the deal would "take Nirvana places it's never been before."

One place Cobain has surely never been before is the action-figure section of your local comic book or toy shop. But just as Ms. Love made her announcement, news was spreading around the Web that a plastic figurine, designed to resemble a slouching Cobain, complete with blue, left-handed Fender, had been created by a New Jersey company called the National Entertainment Collectibles Association, and would go on sale in June.

Taste is a strange thing to bring up when marketing the Nirvana legacy. Since Cobain killed himself 12 years ago, the band's vaults have been plundered relentlessly, leaving me feeling less like a fan than a mere bundle of dollar bills in the eyes of Nirvana's record company and Cobain's estate.

Cobain's journal doodlings were published as a weighty coffee-table book; I bought it, shrugged and promptly shelved it. Then came the compilation albums, sprinkled with just enough rarities to entice a collector, and released with unjoyful regularity in the holiday shopping seasons of 2002, 2004 and 2005. Now comes Cobain the doll. And more than the box sets, more than the innumerable T-shirts and posters, a seven-inch statuette is the ultimate commodification.

Would it have made Cobain scream? I can't be so sure. It's tempting to remember Cobain as an anticommerical scourge, ridiculing the music business by giving one song the sarcastic title "Radio Friendly Unit Shifter." But he did sign a contract with a major record label, and, as Ms. Love knows, he also kept a close watch on his publishing royalties. For a band that seemed to break all the rules while still profiting from the game, it might never be possible to have a "tasteful" legacy.

And the doll? It looks remarkably lifelike. Joel Weinshanker, the president of National Entertainment Collectibles Association, said that his company had the full cooperation of the Cobain estate, and that at one point he received a photograph of Cobain's daughter, Frances Bean, with an instruction: "She has Kurt's chin. Make the chin like hers."

From the NY Times

Wednesday, March 15, 2006


Best of Craigslist = Fun!

You were the mugger/robber at Awkatukee theatres two nights ago.

I was the man who robbed you in return.

Did you honestly expect me to just hand over my wallet to you?

I’m a foot taller than you.

Did you honestly expect me to be scared of your kitchen knife?

I love how you peed yourself when I opened my trunk and cocked a shotgun in your face.

Did you honestly expect me to let you call my girlfriend a whore?

I used the money from your wallet to buy her some New Years lingerie.

I threw your clothes in the dumpster behind Best Buy, across from the theatres.

Are you still tied with jumper cables to the handicapped sign pole? I hope not.

Thank you for the use of your credit card. You can get away with not showing identification at Safeway, Chevron, and many other places. You just saved me a fortune on alcohol for New Years, groceries for two weeks at least, and I also got a full take of gas. I also bought myself some New Year’s cologne from the mall, ate a sensible lunch at Subway, and my girlfriend wanted some shoes at Saks Fifth Avenue; and I renewed both our gym passes. Then, it was maxed out, and I was sad. I think it was the shoes that did that. Sorry.

I sold your gold jewelry to a pawn store in Tempe, one plaza down from the 99 cent store. Same for your diamond (and it was real, to think I doubted you) stud earring. I stuffed the money from those items in the crippled children’s jar at 7/11.

I think your knife might be in the street still, or the parking lot where you tried to rob me.

So, Mr. Robber, the next time you try to mug a 6’8, 230 pound, man who grew up middle class white trash, please, think twice. My kind, doesn’t like your kind.

In fact we hate everything about you.

Your Friend,

The man who robbed a robber.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006


If only

You know the drill. Every 14th of February you get the chance to display your fondness for a significant other by showering her with gifts, flowers, dinner, shows and any other baubles that women find romantic. Every Valentines day you rack your brains for that one special, unique gift that will show your wife or girlfriend that you really do care for them more than any other. Now ladies, I'll let you in on a little secret; guys really don't enjoy this that much. Sure seeing that smile on your face when we get it right is priceless, but that smile is the result of weeks of blood, sweat and consideration. Another secret; guys feel left out. That's right, there's no special holiday for the ladies to show their appreciation for the men in their life. Men as a whole are either too proud or too embarrassed to admit it.

Which is why a new holiday has been created.

March 14th is now officially "Steak and Blowjob Day". Simple, effective and self explanatory, this holiday has been created so you ladies finally have a day to show your man how much you care for him.

No cards, no flowers, no special nights on the town; the name of the holiday explains it all, just a steak and a BJ. Thats it. Finally, this twin pair of Valentine's Day and Steak and Blowjob Day will usher in a new age of love as men everywhere try THAT much harder in February to ensure a memorable March 14th!

The word is already beginning to spread, but as with any new idea, it needs a little push to start the ball rolling. So spread the word, and help bring love and peace to this crazy world. And, of course, steak and BJ's.

This is from here.

Saturday, March 11, 2006


Music from the nether regions of the internet

From the band Irving is a poppy little number called Jen, Nothing Matters To Me
Synths, and some echo-y guitar. It reminds me of The Cure but less 80's sounding which is probably due to a lack of Robert Smith singing.

In the mood for something completely different? DAT Politics. This song is called Turn My Brain Off. Electronic, maximalist, catchy-as-fuck, I'm on drugs type music. Morning music for morning people.

And if you're in the mood for something in between try Junior Bloomsday - Your Perfect Gene. No one should ever expect to hear a rap cameo turn up in a sweet shoegazing synthpop song like this, but Cadence Weapon materializes out of nowhere in the final third of this track and pulls it off as though it was the most normal thing in the world.

Friday, March 10, 2006


A day in the life of Eric

I had a philosophy test today. Naturally I waited until the last minute to study for it, and studying was of the utmost importance because the subject matter on the exam is just so specific that the general osmosis of knowledge into my head during class wasn't nearly enough.

The test had 5 detailed questions that only one of which each student was responsible for. The question we would get would be random. The profesor gave the class all 5 questions during our last class so we had a very good idea what we were in for. I decided to look up the answers to all 5 questions in my text book and on spark notes in order to answer each question fully. Thing is I didn't start this whole process until last night at like 11:30 and when I got home I was high as a kite. I managed to go over fully 2 out of the 5 questions and mad a plan for today before class.

I woke up at fucking 7:30 in the morning and took some adderall to help with the staying awake and general concentration skills. It worked. I went over in crazy detail the answers to the remaining 3 questions and wrote them all out on my computer as to make the perfect study sheet for the exam. Thing is I generally get pretty anxious about tests and adderall isn't really the best thing to be on for that sort of thing so I took some alprozolom (like zanex, it helps relaxation) an hour before actually taking the test.

Well, my drug intensive plan worked. I think I did just fine and that I deserve a reward. I'm totally getting high. I'm a model for self medication. Thanks for listening.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006


The People Of Online Poker

During these online poker games that I play we can chat in this little box on the corner of the screen and you can make "friends" with players. Although it's much more common to make enemys. Like any poker game there exists a healthy amount of trash talk and because the players are anonymous it's as vulger as possible. I do admit that I've done it too, I've told many a player that I'd like to skull fuck them.

It might be kind of unsurprising that the majority of the people seem to be either seniors (nam_vet72, ) or pot smoking younger guys (Skunkfunk, IMWAYHIGH98). You also get a bunch of spanish talking players and guys that say "mate."

Guys will try to sweet talk the ladies, it's pretty funny. I've pretended to be a girl because they tend underestimate you're playing generally. If there was a way to make myself look like a hot and naive girl in a casino I'd do it.

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