Tonight the demons are really pressing in tight. I’ve been trying to occupy myself as much as possible, to the point of actually working out. Me. Exercising. Hopefully I make it. I’ve updated the site to WordPress from blogger. I was not getting any joy out of blogger.

We’ll see what happens. I’ve been listening to a lot of podcasts, mainly comedy. Doug Loves Movies gives me lulz, and WTF with Marc Maron is excellent. Savage Love is the Tuesday regular thing.

More later.

I’ve been going back over some great fucking songs from back in the day. In the early 90s there was a pretty vibrant scene of very good bands with some amazing talent. Bands like Heavy Vegetable, Boilermaker, No Knife, Drive Like Jehu, Creedle and others just really kicked my ass. They led me to visit places like the Casbah at every opportunity to see whatever bands happened to be around. Some nights it was me, the staff, and the band. I clapped at the end of songs.
What bands are out there right now? I have a few that are good and active, but a shitload of bands I like are broke up or inactive. Three Mile Pilot ain’t doin shit, even if Pinback is. Give me your band. Give me your suggestions. I’ll write about it. In the meantime:

Piping hot and steaming with joy and other fluids is this week’s Hor-O-Skope! I consult the stars to give you insight into what’s coming up for you throughout the week, or if you’ll even survive to the next installment, which is unlikely, to be honest.

Aries: As an daring, adventurous adventurer, you will soar to unknown heights and glean insight into the nature of the universe. As a careless asshole, you will not secure the balloons correctly, and will glean insight into the process of removing fence-posts from the human spine, at least when you come to.

Taurus: Nothing good will ever happen for you. Take up something useful, like self-amputation or heroin.

Gemini: Beware shifty Philipinos. If you are Philipino, beware mirrors and family reunions. Beware!

Cancer: According to the star readings I just stepped out to make, you are a moody crab. That totally sucks. Who could tell? It’s like, hey, a crab. You don’t think “I wonder how it’s feeling?” You think “I wonder if I can catch it, boil it, crack open its exoskeleton with pliers, and dunk its tasty tasty flesh in butter, and devour that fucker?” That sucks. Cheer up, emo crab.

Leo: One thing Leos are known for is their large personalities and equally large faults. Your large fault will be that you randomly try to gouge out women’s eyes.

Virgo: If you sit in a chair facing north-northwest within five feet of a recessed window at any time in the next 77 hours, someone, somewhere, will kill a baby duck. Every time you get up and sit down again, they’ll do another duck. If you do it enough, you’ll get a decent glute and ab workout as well.

Libra: I checked with the stars, and they all say this is going to be a good week for you. Except Antares, which says you’ll be eaten by ferocious prawns. But Antares is kind of a dick.

Scorpio: This is a good week for new ventures. You should try and hire a wolverine to maul an enemy’s pet.

Sagittarius: You will run afoul of your own belief in the rightness of ritual and rules this week when you’re judged impure by an Inquisitor and pressed in the Iron Maiden for three days.

Capricorn: Mood-swings will plague you, as will aluminum-bat-swings.

Aquarius: Don’t bother contemplating how you ended up in that situation as you plummet towards the waiting pavement. Instead, try to twist around and get a view of the sky. It’s a nice view.

Pisces: You are known to be malleable and elastic. Try to flatten yourself on a newspaper and pick up a copy of an image. That would be cool.

So there you go, the world’s most reliable guide for your life, FREE, here at Babyfight.com for your enjoyment and edification. Don’t like it? Go get fucked! Love y’all!

Booooooooosh
Bouncy Bouncy
ooo such a good time
Bouncy Bouncy
Shoes all in a line
Bouncy Bouncy
Everybody
summersault,
summersault
Summertime
Everybody sing along
Bouncy Bouncy
ooo such a good time
Bouncy Bouncy
White socks slipping down
Bouncy Bouncy
Stilettos are a no no
Bouncy Bouncy ooo
Bouncy Bouncy ooo
Everytime i bounce i feel i could touch the skyee

She loves this song:

Happy Birthday Ralph
Atom and His Package
Hair: Debatable

alright, ralph…happy birthday…you freak…
you’re breakin’ hearts and you’re breakin’ guitars
today’s your birthday and you don’t even know how old you are
you’re in love with every woman from tyler
you went swimming in the ocean with my goddamn dialer
you used to be fat, i think then i liked you best
‘cuz now you’re skinny, i’m chubby, and you make fun of my breasts
and i’m sorry, but this may sound weird
but you gotta do something ’bout the food in your beard

happy birthday, ralph
i love you
even though you are fu?kin’ disgusting
happy birthday, ralph
i love you
even though you are fuckin’ disgusting

you can’t wear your bike hat because of your hair
wherever you go, u break everything everywhere
this year, sixth gear, now get on your way
(Shut off the stereo chorus, and the digital delay.)

some people, they think, they think you’re rastafarian
and they ask you for pot
i think i like it, i know i like it
i like it a lot because, because it pisses you off
so for your birthday
i got you some hawaiian punch on tap
h.p.o.t.
so now you can stop borrowing my stuff
and trying your new kung fu moves out on me

happy birthday, ralph, i love you
even though you have a beard
happy birthday, ralph, i love you
even though you are perverted and weird

happy birthday, ralph, i love you

Sun Kil Moon
Carry Me Ohio
Ghosts of the Great Highway

Sorry that
I could never love you back
I could never care enough
In these last days

Her tears fell
On her pages found me out
About her words I don’t know what
To do or say

Wading through
Warm canals and pools, clear blue
The Tuscarawas flows into
The Great Lake

Riding back
To where the highway met
Dead-end tracks
The ground is now cement and glass
Too far away

Heal her soul
Carry her, my angel
Ohio

Green, green youth
What about the sweetness we knew?
What about what’s good, what’s true
From those days

Can’t count to
All the lovers I’ve burned through
So why do I still burn for you
I can’t say

Sorry that
I could never love you back
I could never care enough
In these last days

Heal her soul
Carry her, my angel
Ohio

Children blessed
Gather round the home, she rests
So poor and cold
With their Midwest
Moon and sun

Flashes bringin’ on
My open eyes to lightning storms
The touch of mist felt soft, felt warm
On my face

Graving dreams
A million miles ago
You seem
The star that I just
Don’t see
Anymore

Words long gone
Lost on journeys we walked on
Lost her voice is heard along the way

Sorry for
Never going by your door
Never feeling love like that
Anymore

Heal her soul
Carry her, my angel
Ohio

I’ve got this shit set up to post as a note on facebook. All the internet settings and cross postings and shit make me want to throw myself into a giant blender and have my soon-to-be-liquid body set on fire.

Anyways, I guess there’s not any other things as promised by the title. Sunburn sucks.

What’s with me? I post garbage on Facebook like an asshole. I post on stupid writing sites, I even fuckin’ Twitter for some idiotic reason, what with Twitter being the World’s Lamest Time-Suck of All Time. LT-SOAT is a hard title to get, since there’s so very many internet-based lame-ass wastes of time, but Twitter is really a shining example of that classic past…uh…time. It’s quite deserving.

I told myself I’d poot on Wednesday, and haven’t been honoring that commitment, because honestly, I’m a total jackoff. It’s true. I can’t honor commitments. I should really be dragged out into the street and shot. But since I’m also a big coward, if you come to do the old drag-and-shoot, I’ll run, so you should be prepared to chase me at least two, three hundred feet before I collapse from cheeseburger-induced exhaustion and/or sudden whipped-cream-onset-coronary.

Honestly, I’m a huge waste of time. The only thing that’s a bigger waste of time is all of you, you worthless crotch-smellers.

So here’s a song for me and you, you fuckers.

Shut the fuck up!

Honestly? I hope we all die slowly, and it involves half-robot frogs holding acid-spewing squirt guns.

This song is fun as fuck to play.

The Misfits
Where Eagles Dare
Legacy of Brutality

We walk the streets at night
We go where eagles dare
They pick up every movement
They pick up every loser
With jaded eyes and features
You think they really care

I aint no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby
I aint no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby, babe

An omelet of disease awaits your noontime meal
Her mouth of germicide seducing all your glands

I aint no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby
I aint no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby, babe

Lets test your threshold of pain
Lets see how long you last
Thats happened in your rape
On bosoms of your past

With jaded eyes and features
You think they really care
Lets go where eagles dare
Well go where eagles dare

I aint no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby
I aint no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby
I aint no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby
I aint no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby, hey

I always thought this was a delightfully creepy song, for a mainstream rock band at least. play it at like half-speed in your head and tell me that isn’t weird.

Heartache Tonight
Eagles
The Long Run

Somebodys gonna hurt someone
Before the night is through
Somebodys gonna come undone.
Theres nothin we can do.
Everybody wants to touch somebody
If it takes all night.
Everybody wants to take a little chance,
Make it come out right.

Theres gonna be a heartache tonight,
A heartache tonight, I know.
Theres gonna be a heartache tonight, I know.
Lord, I know.

Some people like to stay out late
Some folks cant hold out that long
But nobody wants to go home now.
Theres too much goin on.

This night is gonna last forever.
Last all, last all summer long.
Some time before the sun comes up
The radio is gonna play that song.
Theres gonna be a heartache tonight,
A heartache tonight, I know.
Theres gonna be a heartache tonight,
A heartache tonight, I know.
Lord I know.

Theres gonna be a heartache tonight,
The moons shinin bright
So turn out the light, and well get it right.
Theres gonna be a heartache tonight, a
Heartache tonight I know.
Heartache baby,

Somebodys gonna hurt someone, (somebody)
Before the night is through
Somebodys gonna come undone,
Theres nothin we can do
(everybody) everybody wants to touch somebody
If it takes all night
Everybody wants to take a little chance
To make it come out right

Theres gonna be a heartache tonight
A heartache tonight, I know
Theres gonna be a heartache tonight,
A heartache tonight ,i know
Lets go.
We can beat around the bushes;
We can get down to the bone
We can leave it in the parkin lot,
But either way, theres gonna be a
Heartache tonight, a heartache tonight I know.
Therell be a heartache tonight
A heartache tonight I know.