yester-day was a giant pile of shit I got to live in. So no poot, and today is easy. This song has some of my favorite guitar noises evar.

Modest Mouse
Make Everybody Happy/Mechanical Birds
This Is a Long Drive For Someone With Nothing To Think About

And I said you shouldn’t make facts out of opinions
He said that I was right
You’re right I knew that I was
And I’d hate to see anybody thank you
But I’d like to see you fail saying thank you though
I’m not sure who I am
I’m not sure who I am but I know who I’ve been
And I said you can’t make everybody happy
He said you’d like to at least make yourself happy though
I’m not sure who I am
I’m not sure who I am but I know who I’ve been

Be sure to listen all the way through. It’s kickass.

Just in case anyone gives a sheeeit, I do have a god damned Twitter account, and I twit or twat or tweet or twut or twitch on it from time to time.

Didn’t we put Nazis and Japanese to death for following orders/waterboarding/etc? Are we living in Bizarro world again? Obama, don’t fucking fuck this up…it feels like you’re going to fuck it up in Corrupt-o-Rama, the zany theme park W and Chick lived in. Please don’t…

Pictured: Not the band

The Mountain Goats
No Children

Talahassee

I hope that our few remaining friends
Give up on trying to save us
I hope we come up with a failsafe plot
to piss off the dumb few that forgave us
I hope the fences we mended
Fall down beneath their own weight
And I hope we hang on past the last exit
I hope it’s already too late
and I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here
Someday burns down
And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away
and I never come back to this town again
in my life
I hope I lie
and tell everyone you were a good wife
and I hope you die
I hope we both die
I hope I cut myself shaving tommorow
I hope it bleeds all day long
Our friends say it’s darkest before the sun rises
We’re pretty sure they’re all wrong
I hope it stays dark forever
I hope the worst isn’t over
I hope you blink before I do
and I hope I never get sober
and I hope when you think of me years down the line
you can’t find one good thing to say
and I hope that if I found the strength to walk out
You’d stay the hell out of my way
I am drowning
there is no sign of land
your are coming down with me
Hand in unloveable hand
and I hope you die
I hope we both die

Focus on the Family put up a poll asking people to join them for National Prayer Day (that we have that makes me upset). In any event, the results are hilarious:

Just for fun:

“We live in a land where you can choose same-[race] marriage or [mixed-race] marriage,” Prejean said. “And you know what, I think in my country, in my family, I think that I believe that a marriage should be between a [white person] and a [white person]. No offence to anybody out there, but that’s how I was raised.”

The chick has a right to say whatever stupid shit she wants to. Everyone else has a right to call her a fucking asshole. End o’ story.

Every single Marvel-based movie I’ve seen sucked. Spider-Man sucked. Spider-Man 2 sucked. The X-men movies have all been TERRIBLE. Iron Man was total garbage, worse so since so many jackoffs thought it was TEH GREETEST for some insane reason. I didn’t see the “new” Hulk, but the first one was like cancer on the dick.

Why on earth would I want to see this Wolverine origin movie when they have not made a single decent movie yet? Seriously! Fuck you Marvel movie makers! You’re shitting tarry diarrhea on my childhood love of these comic heroes! Die! Die! Die!

for some reason charles and I used to often do video chats, where we didn’t even look at each other. this one time, i really looked closely at charles, and came to a surprising conclusion:

I actually make a post!
To The Innocent had some of Rob Crow’s most powerful songs on it, including this one, Plenty. It gives me the damn chills.

Thingy
To The Innocent
Plenty(Listen!)

When it rains it rains plenty
I think you need to walk
I think you need to walk home
We don’t need to talk
I think you need to walk home
Sun shines on my skin
Rips my head right off
It’s burning it’s burning it’s burning (tears right through)
I can see all the veins in my lids when I close my eyes
Now I can see right through (all of you)
I can’t complain about the same (hi hi hi)
When i’m sitting alone (some people think)
Reading a book at home (they know what heat is)
And it seems like such a waste
And it seems like such a shame
Always
Slamming overhead (hurting my hands)
Against the same fucking wall

I don’t need no razors
‘Cause summer is cutting me again
I don’t need no razors
‘Cause summer is cutting me again
I don’t need no razors
‘Cause summer is cutting me again
I don’t need no razors
‘Cause summer is cutting me again
I don’t need no razors
‘Cause summer is cutting me again

The “I know you’re gay because…” commercials are only funny if they’re, you know, clever, and not depressingly moronic. whatever two annoying teeny pop-culture kids you dragged up in front of the camera prior to the inevitable fading of their already dim stars may have done outside of this, your creative team managed to make them into clowns. Useless, lame, boring, unimaginative clowns. If there is justice in the world, every time this ad airs DSi sales will plummet to zero, and the people involved in making it will be eventually killed by rabid hamsters. That’s not a lot to ask is it?

This guy’s name has made me laugh for years.