1 year! (link is to Trevor’s celebratory meditation)
Here’s a music video:
I missed this last week. SORRY.
So today after work (which I left early), I went to a wake, which felt weird because it was at the same funeral home as the one we used for my father last year. And it was weird, man. Like, I realized that I don’t know how to behave at a wake. I signed the guest book with, like, my signature. Is that what you’re supposed to do? Oh, and do you know what else I did? I did the sign of the cross, knelt down before a dead man I haven’t seen since I was eight years old, and I said Grace. In my head. That was my prayer. “Bless us, O Lord, and these Thy gifts which we are about to receive from Thy bounty, through Christ our Lord, Amen.” And then I thanked — I fucking thanked – the people grieving. I fucking thanked them. What the fuck did I thank them for? For their loved one dying? I have no idea, but it was a goddamn disaster, and if I ever thank someone for hosting a goddamn wake again, please shoot me in the face, for the love of God.
Here’s what else happened this week:
I haven’t gotten all the way through this yet. Lemme know if it’s good.
If you are rooting for the Giants this weekend, you are dead to me and I hate you.
That’s it. I love you, Tom Brady! Go get ‘em, champ!
(Seriously, don’t fuck this up.)
Ja, ja, ja. I had something else going on. Here. Highlights:
Okay, happy weekend. I have to go work on my car now.
Sorry, I forgot last week’s. Or, actually, I dunno. Something happened and I didn’t do it. At any rate. My point is that I snoozed through my alarm all morning, my car battery’s dead, and I had to walk to work, which rendered me half an hour late. And despite the holiday, the week’s been kind of crazy. Ben, e.g., is working on a 40,000 word ode to Melancholia while he’s in Chicago. Trevor is torrenting every Weird Al Yankovich video he can before the gubmint takes down the Pirate Bay. As for me? I’m having a scotch. Because I’m cool as a cucumber.
Here is some shit that happened.
So yeah. Slow week. There was a holiday, an Internet-wide blackout, and we all had a lot of shit to get done. We’ll be back next week, kicking ass and taking names. Hell, if I have the stomach for it, I might even blog this weekend. I’m crazy like that.
And even though Etta James just died, here’s something a little different. Mostly because my old drummer was in a band with her while we were in a band together. And I like pretending I’ve touched greatness. Because, like most of us, I’ll never be great.
Edit: Replaced original video with one that has old drummer in it. For proof!
My computer sounds like it’s really struggling. You know that sound you can make with the back of your throat that Ol’ Dirty Bastard did at the beginning of that Wu Tang song? The one you use to do as a kid until you didn’t have any breath left? It sounds like that. And then the fan will turn on, as if taking a big breath, and it’s back to this robotic, rapid fire uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh.
And then it will freeze, and I’ll have to do a hard shutdown, and only twenty minutes later will I return to this nonsense, because I care about you all just that much.
We just doubled the size of the tag cloud. You’re welcome.
So, it’s 2012 in a bit, and as 2011 winds down, we figured we’d do you the disservice of providing some links to some of the better stuff we’ve put out this year. Everyone does it, I know. We’re not trying to blaze trails here, we’re just trying to toot our own horns. We did some terrific shit! It’s just a shame that back when we actually tried, no one paid attention.
Without further ado:
The list is long, but if you’re new here, those are some of the things we’re proud of in this website’s brief existence. We’ll be back next year with more. We hope you’ll stick around.
Much love & respek,
I gave the cute bartender an eight dollar tip on two beers not because she’s attractive, though she is, but because it’s Christmas, and I have nothing to lose.
We did things this week. Go find them in the archives yourselves.
Merry fucking Christmas.
Goddamnit, Ben. You were supposed to do this. I come home from a goddamn date and all I want is to unwind and have a scotch and watch cat videos on the internet. But, no. I have to tend to my shitty website. Fucking priorities, how do they work?
Here’s what you assholes missed (we love you, but we are grumpy and it’s 1:30 in the morning):
That’s it. Nothing more. Here, watch a video that AJ sent me.
(For the record, I could have gone to the above performance if I’d known anything at all about it, as it was a couple blocks down the road from my general store home in Portland at the time. As it is, I had a barbecue instead. Bygones.)
I’ve been filled with ennui the past couple of days — likely because I work in a basement and my exposure to natural sunlight this time of year is therefore very limited. I’ve petitioned my bosses to get me one of those UV lights that people with Seasonal Affective Disorder use, to no avail. Hell, they won’t even get me a French press. I am, literally, the 99%.
Here’s some shit you may or may not have missed:
Two songs for the price of one in this video. Sometimes you just need a little Fugazi at the end of a long week.