I cry for the world. Happiness? Sadness? Relief? Grief? I do not know But these tears I shed for _us_.
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Dope Media of the Day: Trunks & Paws
Genetically Co-evolved: The Elephant & The Ghetto Blaster
[pic via Brock Davis]
Progressive Rock.
King Crimson, Rush, Genesis.
These are the bands with pictures over the definition of “Pretense“, one of the worst offenses of Douchebags everywhere. I mean, I can take some proggy songs, some of the time, but when some frat boy plunks $5 into the jukebox, I pray that we aren’t in store for 80 minutes of rock opera crooning and over the top drum solos. [[1]]Although I gotta admit, you get your band for your buck with the 10 min+ songs.[[1]]
Prog Rock is one thing, but I am not ashamed to admit: Pink Floyd… is a great band. Ever since I was first enthralled by “Time”, and the rest of Dark Side of the Moon (the pinnacle of stoner rock){{1}}, The Wall (We Don’t Need No Education), both super selling mega classic rock blockbusters. [[1]]Anyone remember chillin’ out after the party, sleepin’ in the back of the truck, buzzed and cold, but happy to be among friends, underneath the starry, starry night?[[1]] Although DSotM will always be my first and favorite, my really close second is not “The Wall”, but “Animals”.
Pink Floyd’s tribute to George Orwell’s story, “Animal Farm”, this album has a short, but sweet tracklist:
- Pigs on the Wing, Pt. 1 (1:25)
- Dogs (17:08)
- Pigs (Three Different Ones) (11:28)
- Sheep (10:20)
- Pigs on the Wing, Pt. 2 (1:25)
Songs there are few, but each of the 4 animals get over 10 minutes of haunting singing and guitar solos. Sung from the perspective of the animals, songwriters Roger Waters and David Gilmour imbue each animal with a negative trait. Waters—the mastermind behind the spiral of despair that is The Wall—wrote all of the songs except one.
Spendthrift
Clothes. Me & clothes are on good terms. Though Clothes acknowledges that I’d rather do without ‘em, we’ve come to the mutual understanding that when we find the right vibe and achieve “Double Wave-Length”, we can really bring the best out from each other and become quite the pair.
But I don’t kick it with all the clothes. I guess I kinda discriminate.
Discrimination = bad.
So I guess I could never do what homegirl does and post up the latest trends & fashions. Not my niche.
But I do like T-shirts!
I LOVE T-shirts!
After all, it’s the only thing I wear on my torso (I can count how many times I wear a jacket a year on two hands, possibly one).
Here are a bunch of T-Shirt blogs, a niche that’s exploded since Preshrunk started (I wanna say this is the first, at least it’s the first I’ve noticed)
http://www.iloveyourtshirt.com/
Juice ‘n’ Drink
Shannon links to Dave Chappelle on Juice. That guy is so funny.
Luckily (?) I’m half asian so I got the JUICE that comes in the can (thank god for the commissary). None of that carton shit tho (I always begged my mom for the Donald Duck OJ), that 40 cents a can shit (at least it used to be). But it was always made hella fucking watered down so it would last longer.
Went to college and I had it the way its supposed to be made.
“GOD DAMN THIS IS FUCKIN SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!” Too sweet even. My mom hella brainwashed me. Now I hella water down juice and shit. Thriftyness wins again.
But when I was little little and we were poor poor, I always had the fake kool-aid. Red. It’d always be bed time and I’d say “Can I have some red juice?” My mom cups her hand: “Here you go” =((((((((((((((((((( >=(
And it annoys me that that powered nestea shit is called TEA. Dammmit its drink! nesDRINK.
PS: White people eat cheese. See Boondocks, ep.1