Saturday, April 26, 2008

manage this

So there's this song thats getting plays on digital music services, hey possibly KEXP, but I haven't been listening to the radio that much as of late.

At first in a din of a busy restaurant I thought the song was obnoxious. Then I heard it on full blast when I was mopping the floor. Seriously, I was dancing with some Pine Sol. I finally found out who it was, and I want to share the song with you people. I just like the song for its musings of free will, saying SFW to the world and ignoring the bullshit. The band is MGMT (I'm guessing they like managers) and they're from Brooklyn. The official video on Youtube has no embedding on request of the author, but here's a live performance.



I hope you guys like it as much as I do. The official video makes me want drugs. You guys are welcome. Indie rock points to you.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Jetlagged

I totally had Tic Tac Toast this morning. Thanks, God.

Qwerty Z linked me up to a little summation why The Super Mario Brothers flick of our childhood is under appreciated. Sadly, I can't back that up until I get my motherfucking Sonic The Hedgehog movie. And since someone will never be able to convince a echidna to be dyed red and wear ridiculous gloves, I can't support Mario Mario or John Leguizamo Mario. Nor could they ever live up to the childhood memories of Urkel voicing Sonic. Just won't happen.

But for some good news, Antoine returned home. Albeit smelling like car oil and hungrier than hell, he's OK. Most likely a tad bit more feral and less of a wussy than he probably was. But it's good to know that he can return to being a wimp. But a lovable one.

I also finished Last Exit to Brooklyn and it's absolutely the freakiest book I've ever read, absolutely a fantastic read, but completely terrifying. I'm now reading The Cheese Monkeys by Chip Kidd.

Now for a little useless distraction.

Have a great time you fungis. Or fungals.

Whatever.

Friday, April 18, 2008

the end of the Times?

Hey, so first things first.... today the 18th I woke up disappointed.

Today was supposed to mark the release of Zombie Strippers here in Seattle, but instead we get the NW premiere next week. I thought Seattle was supposed to be one of the top ten movie capitols of the world? How the hell can the Rainy City dog me on Jenna Jameson, Tito Ortiz, and goddamned Freddy Krueger? While the rest of the country revels in its nipple-rotting awesomeness? That's wrong and dishonest. Thanks Varsity Theater, I knew you guys could be jackasses but seriously. Dumping zombie porn for what? War documentaries? Haven't we had enough of those already?

Fuck.

By the way, The New York Times totally loved it, sort of.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Obamanation



I enjoyed this. Maybe you will too.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

thunder, cat

So yesterday I was just going to write a blog about how boring my day was going to amount to be (turns out it wasn't) and then I hear a very loud CRACK, the entire house shook and then the power just clicked off.

Lightning fucking struck about two hundred feet away from my house. Yeah Seattle you heard the thunder, but you weren't this close to it. I thought the Cloverfield monster had hit Wedgwood. Like it was that kind of panic, for about five seconds.

That's what happened yesterday, and apparently I sabotaged a relationship. I'm pretty nifty, world. Take a chance on me.

Monday, April 14, 2008

Hip Hop Honorables

I was at Earl's a few days ago ( I still can't believe I didn't post this on the day of, but nevertheless ) minding my own business when JFuckingK AKA Ninjaface AKA Fiddle Back Recluse AKA Count Magnus stepped up next to me. I asked usual questions and he came up with the usual answers( "I don't know" ). Lameness. So in that honor I'm gonna put a little music video up in wait for the "Missing" official video.



Hey who wants to go see Atmosphere at the Showbox Sodo with me on the thirteenth of May?

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Bookworming

Nothing really happened today except I'm totally convinced my new job still kicks ass.

Oh, and I'm about to get my official "Wagnarock" tee shirt, with pics to come as soon as I get my new digital camera. Cause I need a new one. And a new physique. One thing at a time.

So I finished Barker's new book and sadly the ending was rather lackluster. You can't really expect too much out of a two hundred and fifty page novel, unless it is actually called a novella. I saw the ending coming a fifty pages to the end but then again, sometimes authors get a slump. Now I'm reading "Last Exit to Brooklyn" by Hubert Selby Jr. Apparently its a really awesome book. I'll get back to y'all about it when I get to the awesomeness.

Later lovers.

Friday, April 11, 2008

OK, I'm officially scared. My third favorite cat(of all time) has gone missing. His name is Antoine Jupiter and he can be found around Capitol Hill in the Seattle area. He is extremely friendly and he could use your help if you find him. If you are the fortunate bastard that finds my buddy, please, email my sister at annie@thestranger.com and let her know about his whereabouts.

If you find my friend, you will be righteously compensated beyond your liver-ous dreams. I'm serious. I look forward to kitty-sitting my buddy whenever I can.

Any help is appreciated.

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Amalgarock

I wish I saw this earlier....



BTW, I totally got to use the term "you just got wagnafucked" today.

Sanitizing required

Thanks Bloody-D;




I can't even explain how much excitement is coursing through my aorta about this movie. Hits the Varsity, next Friday. Be there.

Make way for the G-O-D




Tic Tac Toast is the greatest invention since me.

That is all.

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

In case you were wondering.

I'd also like to point out that my Adsense links are now promoting Chuck E. Cheese coupons. Talk about ball pits!

That is all. Again.

Hey there good looking

OK, I'm really sorry. I should have been posting like a mothertrucker this week since so much awesome shit has happened. But I can't drag out a half a week of nothing but awesomeness so I'll just tell you today that I'm having the best-fucking-day ever.

If everything goes as planned, I'll be wearing a stupid grin all day long because of Eggs Benny and Clive Barker's new book Mister B. Gone. I plan on seeing Shine A Light tonight, playing some Magic and rocking the fuck out. I'm about one hundred pages into the book, and nevertheless the negative reader comments on Amazon, I'm really enjoying Clive snickering behind the typewriter, his stark sense of humor is severely entertaining and lends a bunch of laughs to the horrific experience of demons and circles of Hell.

BTW... last week the Seattle Times printed a really lame article about some nutjob that hangs out on Metro and the Ballard Locks. The P-I today, fires back. Who the fuck decided that these people are worth front page news?

"Squirrel Man" is obnoxious. That is all.

Saturday, April 5, 2008

Thursday, April 3, 2008

John Kerry '04evah.

I didn't read the Seattle Times yesterday.

I probably should not have anyway. Erik Lacitis wrote an article concerning one of the most annoying people in Seattle. I really don't have anything against the guy except for the fact I'd ride the bus with him on a damn near daily basis while he waxed obnoxious about bus times with the driver. Just on and on and on, damn near every day. The article concerns the man's insane knowledge of the Locks but really, the man just loves Metro. A lot of it.

Hey, I get it. Slow news day. But jeez, I felt irritated just reading the article.

"You got birch beer? I bet you don't know what that is."

I've seen a lot of movies. So it truly surprised me when I came across this video on YT of a clip of a movie that I hadn't seen. With Jeff Goldblum and Larry Fishburne Jr., Deep Cover was one of those video sleeves that I just scoffed at and went right on to to something else. However, after watching this video entitled "Don't Fuck With Jeff Goldblum" I may have made one of the biggest mistakes of my childhood years ago.



Gosh, he's just so menacing even Larry is afraid of him. And for followers of the link, I'd like to point out that Caruso was seriously enjoying that.

Seriously, guys.

The job is amazing.

Enough said, but it seems like this could possibly be a fixture for the next year or so. The money is amazing, the sales are through the roof, and still the clientèle are freaking incredible... AND they are also absolutely welcoming through and through.

There is one downside to the gig, and I'll verbalize it as best as I can...

There is a Ice Bin of Doom.

Its located at the top of the restaurant, after a shaky bunch of stairs with a shaky handlebar which amounts to the scariest bar backing experience of all time. Say a block of ice comes loose from the scooper and lands near said steps? Absolutely terrifying. I'm coming to terms with my cognitive fear.

But it's damn good to be back in Ballard. Twenty percent gratuities? Off an often thousand dollars in sales in four hours? Fuck(sorry Mom), but I'll fucking take it. Plus being in the same area as all my favorite locals? Holla, to my boy Slim Thug!

I love you bastards!

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Little bastards. Only in England.

All right, fellas. Let's go.

I just have one thing for you people.



Happy Hump Day.

Celebrate with this inspirational tale involving Mr. T.