The art of Stephen Roy

Amazing photomanipulation stuff: http://www.flickr.com/photos/stephenroy/

Via jeffholland

Two spam names from this morning who should meet.

Naivete F. Genome
Densities E. Humankind

I get all my news from the PMD

Once again I can report that the Purple Monkey Dishwasher from torgo_x and the Dissociated Press provides the best news coverage. Samples from today's edition:

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The freeway suicide girl story gets sadder each time.

Now it seems she'd had lots of previous drug and alcohol problems and at least one suicide attempt, and had lost custody of her two children because of it; they were in foster care. And apparently (at least for now), her boyfriend was in a German band and they spoke some German, but she was working at the Wal-Mart when she met him. And the credit card they used that night wasn't theirs. And her boyfriend had tried to off himself when they broke up the last time and they'd reunited in a mental hospital. It's just awful.

Anyone heard of a techno band called the Klash? Or did he just make that up too?

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Man, I've heard "hitting bottom" stories that were pretty raw, but tripping over your girlfriend's severed leg in the middle of a freeway at 5 am is a topper.

Harlan McCraney

My college friend Russell Bates (the same guy who made the Rhino commercial I was in), has made a fucking hilarious short film about the man behind the President's speeches.

I don't know if it was shown on Comedy Central, but it was made for them.

comin' through the door it's a snub-nose .44

Two Los Primos tacos + nice friends + loud fun rock 'n' roll + 1 beer = good Friday evening.

Saw Sexytime Explosion at the Bamboo Terrace. I'm always nervous about friends' bands, and even more so about friends-of-friends in bands, but they were pretty damn good. I do like me some real punk rock! And it wasn't all muddy and stupid like most punk. They were pretty tight and they kept up the momentum and obviously they give a shit about this stuff and practice and pay attention. I like a keyboard in a punk band too; it always reminds me of early X with Manzarek. Jackie Ojeda has a Patti Smith/Poly Styrene thing going on with a nice low throaty yowl. The all-male rhythm section holds the two girls up like forklifts, kinda ballet style. Altogether very enjoyable. Couldn't hear the lyrics and couldn't hear the guitar, because there's no PA there so you're just getting the amps & the vocals old skool punk style, like being at Raji's or the Cathay de Grande in '85. Guitarist was doing barre chords on a Gibson SG though, so what's not to like? And they're nice people.

Definitely a two thumbs up from this old punk.

Also Jackie is smokin' hot, like the burning that comes from the fire, and she is my new stalking victim. Gina and Lisa: it's your task to reassure her that I'm really an okay guy while I am hiding in the bushes outside her house.

The bar was full of plus-size Orange County bro guys. They mostly had shaved heads and you could see the Domestic Violence Anger Muscle throbbing on the backs of their necks. Their t-shirts included these messages:

VAGINA FRIENDLY
NEVER TRUST BITCHES
I FUCK SLUTS

I would suggest that they add:

I GET LAID ONCE PER PAY DAY
HAVEN'T SEEN MY DICK IN FIVE YEARS
SUBLIMATIN' WITH MY 4X4

But I doubt they'd go with it. As I was getting my beer, one of them complimented me on my choice. "Don't get the Sierra, man. It fuckin' tastes like bukkake." I looked at him for a second and said "How do you know what THAT tastes like?" His buddy coughed beer and my new friend said "You... uhh... don't want to know."

In other sex news, some hideous slack-jawed pear-shaped fifty-something burnout trapped D. behind the counter at work tonight and after leering at her for half an hour or so, told her that he'd met his ex wife when she was working there. The whole time of course she's waving her wedding ring in his face, etc. He then asked her if she'd be into doing some "role playing". Working with the public, man. You can't beat it!

Dear odradak and pbd

The Fiesta may be coming back to the U.S. perhaps as soon as 2008. Save those pennies!

Here's to the crazy ones

1. TV Host Robbed On the Air.
   
   
2. "A dirty spot yesterday will be an attraction tomorrow", say the developers of a suicide theme park.
   
   
3. HOWTO: Install Linux on a Dead Badger.
   
   
4. Walken for President 2008! In your heart you know he's right.