Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Let Us Raise the Level of Discourse [FARTS]
A new day has come. Some are calling it historic. I call it Tuesday. Wait, no, I'm thinking of M. Bison's monologue from Street Fighter The Movie.
So we've got this which is classy.
That's about all I got.
So we've got this which is classy.
That's about all I got.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Quoth The Macho Man, Nevermore
To quote the hit single I'm Back off of Macho Man Randy Savage's album Be A Man, I am in fact BACK!
Nearly a month of no blogs has left me stupider and less refreshed than I ever thought I could be. Nothing exciting to speak of that I can think of to be honest. I have finally discovered the best barbecue place in all of Southern California. Granted, I didn't discover it but I did finally go there. It's called Bludso's and it is in Compton. To quote another rap luminary (although not as nearly as accomplished as Macho Man Randy Savage) I will quote one Dr. Dre. "But I'm never off, always on, til the break of dawn, C-O-M-P-T-O-N..."
Let me be clear when I say I Bludso's is definitely always on because wow...my friend and I got the meat sampler for the price of 25 dollars. Sounds pricey until you realize the sampler comes with two sides and when they say meat sampler they aren't fucking around. You got ribs, chicken, brisket, pulled pork, and sausages. I swear the damn thing weighted 6 or 7 pounds. Anyone decides to come visit me or just in Los Angeles in general I suggest you check it out.
Now on a scale from 'I don't give a shit' to 'this is amazing and if you don't pay attention right now I will spank you' Tom Petty sits right in the middle of that scale. He merely exists in my life. He has some music I like and some that I don't care for. The other night though Mary Jane's Last Dance came on the radio and it was a shockingly transcendent moment for me. The song has a relatively timeless sound to it. The video which for some reason is always stuck firmly in my mind is also rather interesting. You get an appearance from Kim Basinger as a corpse that Petty who plays a morgue worker dresses her up and has dinner with her and dances with her. In any event interpreting the song is kind of, well, open. Ignoring the obvious marijuana pun it mostly sounds to me like a lament of a love gone. Think 'Boys of Summer' by Don Henley except not as awesome.
"I feel summer creepin' in and I'm tired of this town again." Perfect really. In fact I feel summer creepin' in as we speak and I am in fact tired of this town again.
Time for a corn dog.
Nearly a month of no blogs has left me stupider and less refreshed than I ever thought I could be. Nothing exciting to speak of that I can think of to be honest. I have finally discovered the best barbecue place in all of Southern California. Granted, I didn't discover it but I did finally go there. It's called Bludso's and it is in Compton. To quote another rap luminary (although not as nearly as accomplished as Macho Man Randy Savage) I will quote one Dr. Dre. "But I'm never off, always on, til the break of dawn, C-O-M-P-T-O-N..."
Let me be clear when I say I Bludso's is definitely always on because wow...my friend and I got the meat sampler for the price of 25 dollars. Sounds pricey until you realize the sampler comes with two sides and when they say meat sampler they aren't fucking around. You got ribs, chicken, brisket, pulled pork, and sausages. I swear the damn thing weighted 6 or 7 pounds. Anyone decides to come visit me or just in Los Angeles in general I suggest you check it out.
Now on a scale from 'I don't give a shit' to 'this is amazing and if you don't pay attention right now I will spank you' Tom Petty sits right in the middle of that scale. He merely exists in my life. He has some music I like and some that I don't care for. The other night though Mary Jane's Last Dance came on the radio and it was a shockingly transcendent moment for me. The song has a relatively timeless sound to it. The video which for some reason is always stuck firmly in my mind is also rather interesting. You get an appearance from Kim Basinger as a corpse that Petty who plays a morgue worker dresses her up and has dinner with her and dances with her. In any event interpreting the song is kind of, well, open. Ignoring the obvious marijuana pun it mostly sounds to me like a lament of a love gone. Think 'Boys of Summer' by Don Henley except not as awesome.
"I feel summer creepin' in and I'm tired of this town again." Perfect really. In fact I feel summer creepin' in as we speak and I am in fact tired of this town again.
Time for a corn dog.
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