So I just burned a two disc compilation for my friend that's never heard Tom Waits.

I really I think I nailed it as a introductory playlist.

Whatta think?

Edit - In addition to this compilationI also gave my friend the whole Rain Dogs album.

Well I've done it! I've pinpointed the very worst song ever created ever!

Enjoy!



I walk into the club looking kind of sexy now.
I see these shorties in the corner, they started making out.
They pull their panties down, they take their pants off.
Then they started getting freaky on the dance floor.
Shake it mommy give it to me like you need some love.
I got some bottles in the caddy that we can open up.
Let's get drunk tonight, baby we don't have to fuck.
And bring your friend along, maybe we can have some fun.

Let's get freaky now, let's get fucking freaky now. [x4]
I got these bitches all tipsy trying to sex me.
I know they want it, alcoholics are some sex freaks.
This ex and chronic gots me wanting to get messy.
So let's get messy girls, come on let's go get messy girls.
Come on bitch, you know you want this.
That hardcore shit will make you feel the toxic.
Fursachi, Rolex watches.
Bently coups with the 20's droppin. Convertible top, and the wheels spin.
I can taste that ice when my grill is in.
If you want me baby feel me in.
'cause I don't waste my time with lesbians.

Let's get freaky now, let's get fucking freaky now. [x4]
Liar! [x8]
Oh baby why did you have to lie to me. I can't play no more games.
These thoughts are slowly controlling me.
You're turning off the flame.
So go baby go baby.
You don't want me.
So go baby go baby.
Come and get me.
So go baby go baby.
You don't want me.
So go baby go!
Come and get me.
Let's get freaky now, let's get fucking freaky now. [x4

When talking about people that take medications all the time there's usually not a wrinkly old man in the corner pointing at me saying "that one".

I avoid it when I can.

However right now is an exception to the rule.

I'm about ready to say bottoms up to the stiffest chemical cocktail I have ever consumed.

We're talking a solid base of Vicodin, mixed with Antivert, topped with a heavy handful of Phenergan and a pinch of Motrin.

Supposedly this is going to grant me access to the retardation super highway in a jiffy.

Whooooo fuckin' hoooo!

See ya'll on the flipside.

Sorry for the delay. The reaction was pretty underwhelming.



I seriously thought he was going to get really pissed.

Since this video didn't really deliver I figured it would be a good idea to post another video of Jeff. One that might be considered pretty embarrassing.

Here's Jeff suuuuuuuper drunk:



PS: Youtube's video quality is quite annoying.

For the last six months or so my coworker Jeff has become increasingly more and more annoying. Granted we have this kind of 'messing around' banter going on between us, but he just doesn't know when to stop. Knowing that I'm a particular person when it comes to symmetry and placement he finds great joy in fucking with stuff on my desk. Which to me, is fine. Game fucking on. I'm one of the most strategically vindictive people you will ever meet, but the one time I retaliated by taking all the cigarettes out of his pack and putting them back upsidedown he got super pissed off and told me I went to far.

Pretty much ever since then I've just put up with him and haven't done anything back. But for some reason, lately, the frequency in which he fucks with my stuff seems to be increasing. Over the course of the last month I've told him several times that he is seriously bothering me and that I would like him to stop...which in turn has made him happy and has caused him to fuck with me more.

Yesterday was the last straw when he rearranged my filing inboxes.

For the purposes of the blog post I'll need to offer up some background information about Jeff. Jeff is the most conservative republican I have ever met in my entire life. Borderline racist and closeted about it, homophobic, doesn't like Bill O'Reilly because he's too soft on liberals - for example his preelection interview with Obama.

Oh and there's a good topic. Jeff HATES Obama with a burning fury. When I txted "Live long and prosper" to Jeff on NYE he responded with "It's going to be hard with a negro muslim running the country".

Now I know what you're thinking. How could I even talk with this guy!? He's super disgusting. To tell you the truth, I actually like Jeff quite a bit even though I think every social stance that he takes is 110% bullshit. I guess I've decided no matter how horrid I think a person is, it's still not grounds to hate them. And actually I've learned quite a bit about myself through my relationship with Jeff. I've definitely gotten a lot of practice in effectively standing up for what I believe in when surrounded by people of opposite viewpoints. But enough with the hippy jibba-jabba...

...after I realized the last straw had been pulled yesterday I slowly started thinking about my revenge. It finally came to me last night while talking with JB.

I'm going to wallpaper Jeff's cube with Obama materials!!!

So that's what I did after Jeff went home today.

BEFORE:


AFTER:


Oh and, let's not forget the nice Yes We Can poster on his cabinet!


And definitely don't forget the Yes We Can poster written in Hebrew on the inside door of his cabinet where he's not likely to find it right away!


Each of the 50-some panels are individually taped to his desk.

I'm 95% sure that he's going to be super fucking pissed off when he gets to work tomorrow. That's cool, because I'm going to secretly record his reaction on my camcorder and then upload it to youtube.

Damn, tomorrow is going to be great!

TGIF


Edit: I had to make a small improvement this morning because the title for this post was just too good to not include in the project.



T-Minus 59 minutes and counting!

...then what is it?


Edit: Sorry, I should have been clearer with my question. The too-smart-for-his-own-good homophobe that I work with keeps winning our debates because I'm not as prepared as I need to be. I tell him that the reason why the will of the people was overturned by judges in San Francisco is because you can't vote on people's rights. He replies by telling me that marriage isn't a right. I'm trying to either validate or invalidate that statement. So, legally, what is marriage?

Two in one day is actually a pretty big accomplishment for me...and I'm damn near about to start Friday the 13th pt.III. It's amazing how much having a hangover helps me get things done.


This was a pretty fantastic documentary if you're the type of person that gets off on watching the oppressed(American version) fight for civil liberties *raises hand*. I'm inspired, pissed off, motivated, and touched. Even though I'm fairly certain that we as human beings have an equivalence to that of a ________, I really don't mean that in a negative way. I'm just laying out what might be "reality", if there is such a thing. With that being said I get really fucking pissed off when people get manipulated(including me), by way of fear and/or pretentiousness, into thinking that their equivalence is some how different than any other humans'. Especially when it's by a movement that should have died out 0ne thousand years ago, that often times leads to anything from emotional violence to death. But getting back to the film, if it is in fact a fairly accurate snapshot of the struggles facing the sexual minorities in the dirty south then I'd like to reach my hand out and congratulate the film maker on a damn fine job. I'm half tempted to call/write the founder of Different Seasons to see if there are any sort of donations they could use to help with the longevity of their establishment.



Wha wha weeeeee whaaaa! This movie has very hastily justified a on-the-fence Netflix subscription purchase from earlier this afternoon. I really don't even know where to begin with this one besides that it's the very best bullshit that money can buy. That pretty much sums up the entire film. I enjoyed it immensely, I found the closing statements greatly profound, and I've never laughed so hard while laying in bed alone...well there was that one time, but you get the picture. Do it!

plnsng is likely to try to convince you that SBCs > SBGs. While her argument is totally valid I'd just like to say that mastering the Palomino SBGs was far easier than I ever anticipated...and now with a years supply of ingredients I'm not really seeing any convincing evidence that I need to leave the house for all of 2009.

I saw Milk at the Castro Theatre last Wednesday with kristinak and absinthedreams.

It was really neat to see the theatre that we were sitting in displayed throughout many scenes of the movie.

I highly recommend everyone see this film...I even shedded a couple of tears.

At the end of the film they displayed side by side pictures of the main actors and correlating real life people. Some of the people had since died and some, to my surprise, were still very active in San Francisco politics. Neato!

The most interesting thing that I took away from this movie was how the presence of hostility toward homosexuals in San Francisco was very prevalent as recent as the 1970s.

I always assumed that my city was unapologetically gay from the dawn of time, but this movie made it seem like in the 70s there were hordes of rednecks, equipped with baseball bats, laying wait in the shadows for the sexual deviance alarm to sound...or maybe it was some sort of batman-like signal...I'm imagining it probably looked something like this:



Which leads us to modern day injustices:

• Fred Phelps hasn't been put out of his misery yet.
  
• Prop 8 just passed.
  
• A large percentage of Americans shamelessly believe that fantasy land gives them the right to be a hatemongering fanatical douchebag.
  

But in trying to keep with optimism I think it's important to note the amount of progression of consciousness that's evident by being a part of the San Francisco community. Nobody really gives two fucks about what you do in your bedroom around here these days and if the Milk film was an accurate depiction of 70s SF culture then I'd like to say you've come long way, baby.

I say give it another 20 years, let some more of these older Christians get the boot by there boo, and I think we'll be on to something.

The new Decibully is Streaming here.

It's going to end up being just as good as their other stuff...I can feel it.

Do it!

I didn't ask you to automatically update my computer last night and then restart it.

Seriously, fuck you!

I never set automatic updates up that way. You did it when you were upgrading me to SP3.

I'd like to beat your fucking ass right now.

Next time you plan on coming over and fucking my shit up maybe you might want to look into if I have any new/unsaved development tests running, you fucking prick. I stayed at work until 11pm working on that shit last night, you dickweed.

I'd like to beat this shit out of you and your whole fucking family right now.

Cock sucker!

I'm obsessed.

Truly.

I'm digging his whole catalog.

He started out in '99 straight up country and western and has now developed into a hybrid of that and metal.

Obsessed.

Truly.

Get the new album.

And it turned out god damned amazing!



Link to the recipe is here.