This is all about songs. Songs are magic!

"Rock classics on the radio to clear my mind." - The Knife Rock Classics

Somewhere between Atoka and Stringtown, Oklahoma towns both, there's a dead zone where the only radio options are three country stations, each playing either the latest Tim McGraw song or Honky Tonk Buh Don Guh Donk, and a Catholic ( Read more... )

It's my birthday event so I figured I'd use what I used there. Yeah ( Read more... )

I love My Space. It is like I have been invited to a community that exists exclusively to entertain me when, for instance, my car won't go and I've been sitting around my house all day. Today, you may have guessed, was one of those days.

( Click here for words from My Space! )

Since I only have about six people on My Space, here is what I put there on Live Journal instead (where, for all I know, only six people are still actually active ( Read more... )

I'm getting the band back together!

It's gonna be 'Heavy' Henry Wigginbottom on the lead guitar, Barry 'Busted' Heinschmidt on bass and 'Polish' Petey Prepton on the drums! I'll be resuming my role as lead singer, but this time I'll be doing it while blindfolded. How am I going to find the microphone? Sonar ( Read more... )

I'm all schnackered. I would say more about that but I can't seem to focus my eyes. They keep wandering in other directions; perhaps they wish to watch television. I TIVOed some King of the Hill, which could be the cure for what ails me. Luanne has a creepy white trash boyfriend now.

Maybe I'll write a post tomorrow! Maybe I'll write a post never!

I'm one of those people who use Myspace now, mostly because I can have lots of pictures of myself to look at and say "Man, I'm so handsome." My favorite thing about Myspace (besides myself, but that's my assumed favorite thing in all contexts) are the ads. Sometimes, I just reload over and over to look at them.

( I just found out I'm pregnant! )

Sometimes, the world tells me it doesn't like me and I go and sulk about that for awhile, often with the company of a good book. The book is usually full of matches and I'll light them, one after another, and drop them on a pile of dirty laundry I've placed at my feet. "Does our boy Todd burn tonight?" I say as each match drops, only to snuff ( Read more... )

I have all of Totake's songs from Animal Crossing on my computer playlist, which is an interesting switch up from the calvacade of Ladytron, random bands with four words or more in their name and bad remixes where they just added the sound of spoons. I don't know if you ever played Animal Crossing, but the only reason I ever played after about the ( Read more... )

The movie They Live could, conceivably, be the most brilliant movie ever made. It's not just Roddy Piper and the black guy brawling in an alley for forty-five minutes or the other parts of the movie I've forgotten; the film contains Roddy Piper donning magical sunglasses and seeing all the subliminals around him stripped bare: billboards proclaim " ( Read more... )