Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Flying too high to the sun

I finally did it. I poured coffee over Swiss Miss powder and created the most retarded mocha ever. The double caffeine kick is working poorly to combat my tired body and mind. I am a shaky zombie.

That was yesterday. Today the guts are rumbling and an invisible sword pierces my stomach. And two words echo through my head: never again.

A Non-Stop Hollywood Movie Show

What a time to be a Kinks fan. Ray Davies, gunshot survivor and leader of the legendary Kinks, has a new record out and, subsequently, has been all over Chicago radio these past two nights. Tossing the schoolbooks, I drove around town, smoked and listened to Ray being interviewed about the typical nonsense. While not stellar or revealing inquires, it was nice to hear the man speak and listen to some of the new record. Overall, some of Other People’s Lives sounds like the typical effort by an aging rock star but a few songs contain that old power, irony and emotion that Davies is known for. I’ll buy it one of these days so it can grow on me and then retire gracefully next to the last Butthole Surfers’ CD that I kind of like but only bought out of a sense of obligation.

I always thought the Kinks were an interesting footnote in rock history, having only heard “You Really Got Me” and other pop songs similarly crucified by FM radio. As always, Xtop brought me up to speed with the gift of Village Green Preservation Society and since then, slowly but surely, the Kinks have cemented a place among my favorite bands.

Thanks for listening.

Monday, February 20, 2006

At least my typos are mistakes…

and not because I can’t spell “resents.” I can, I am just a sloppy typist.

Anyway, someone at the occasional home of my media writing, must have written something offensive to the nut jobs of St. Louis as this email arrived in my editor’s inbox:

“Please do not put the punks and vampires in the same category as the Saint Louis Goths, because we are not. I am not a kid. I am actually 35 years old. I have found the Saint Louis Goths to be a bunch of self righteous, pretentious, disrespectful and demeaning little bunch of brats who have borrowed all the hollywood fashion, persona, and look of the mythical vampires but actually want nothing to do with real vampires and how we actually live and what we think. I am making an honest effort to distance the sincere Goth community and the real Vampires from the pretentious little brats and so are people like Eric Peniston (also over 30) who by the way has his work cut out for him cause he is a little too tolerant and nice to the little pompous darlings. Please for the love of God do not lump us in with the Saint Louis Goths because they are a group of shallow people peddling black clothes, shoes, cd's, and concert tickets, and fetish shoes but they have no social purpose or cause and no respect for anything. They borrowed the name of a teutonic tribe and through on the byronic clothing of hollywood vampires yet the are a disgrace to the teutonic tribe known as Goths and to vampires as well. Your are right they are sad. The vampire community of Saint Louis recents the association, mainly because the Goths have been so rude and judgemental to us.”

I’ll not reprint the vampire’s name out of respect and because I fear a visit in the night. And I’m fresh out of garlic.

Incidentally, you’d think eternal life might afford one the time to learn to spell. And it is interesting to see a vampire write, “for the love of God.” And what the hell is the “byronic clothing of hollywood vampires” anyway?

Okay, let’s all laugh at this person. There. Feel better about your life? I sure do. Hell, life almost seems worth living at the moment. After all, this 35 year-old gave up playing Dungeons and Dragons before high school.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

I'll drink your blood like wine

School is keeping me busy beyond belief. I am happy to report that for the first time in quite a long while I actually like all my professors and all my classes. In my head, I have lumped all four classes into one long one; I call it Writing about Ideas of Imagined Terror of the American British Romanticism Women Writers of the 20th Century.

So forgive if the posts here are rare, all 3 of you.

In the meantime, enjoy the attached picture.

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Oh, religion...

Danish cartoonists feeding the Muslim extremists and an interview where my man Rushdie is defended as artful in comparison. Something to read to add to the piles of articles, opinions and assholes with something to say about this debacle:,1518,399459,00.html

Pardon these useless posts, but... used to be free. What the hell?
Armed with logic and magic bullets.
Mod-a-go-go stretch elastic pants

Monday, February 06, 2006

“We’re Living in the Last Days of Pompeii”

This is depressing. I know a lot of people don’t seem that upset by the wire tapping story, but it upsets me almost as much as people’s indifference. It’s all breaking up. The end is nigh, Bri.

Friday, February 03, 2006

“He’s a person who was elected legally — just as Adolf Hitler was elected legally..."

Rummy is an ass:

I especially like:

“We saw dictatorships there. And then we saw most of those countries, with the exception of Cuba, for the most part move towards democracies,” he said. “We also saw corruption in that part of the world. And corruption is something that is corrosive of democracy.”

Ask the Chileans. And the Guatemalans. And any other Latin American country where we backed a coup that led to a slaughter. They learned the hard way about democracy and corruption. We're good at pushing both.

Frustration Time