I just got really excited over the idea of of Leatherface dance parties this summer. Except for Leatherface, the dance parties will just be us sitting around listening to Leatherface and solemnly pumping out fists, while silently ruminating on the post-Empire's fall castration of Britain, and the sorry state of the UK today. And occasionally ( Read more... )

The backpage of The City section rules. I love the Missed Connections section of Craigslist, it's so ridiculous.

I need to keep busy and/or asleep until Friday/Saturday. It's a thing.

Two things read in the NY Post today:

1. A bunch of kids set a crippled Vietnam Vet on fire on a bus on Staten Island.

2. The Williamsburg Bank building is becoming condos.

WHICH IS WORSE? I DON'T KNOW!

Oh yeah, this is what feeling accomplished is like. I had forgotten! I'm sick, my arm is numb, and we're out of NyQuil again. Luckily, when I get sick, I get over it really quickly. Why do I keep spilling shish-kebob on myself?

I only got one full map done, though. We'll need to stagger this contest.

I really like when I get all sweaty, and then a breeze comes and cools all the water on my back. That's the best feeling of summer. I smell like a campfire, and I've only slept about 20 hours in five days, despite the fact that my legitimate work ended Monday morning. I feel bad for a little while, then I burst through into that euphoric frenzy of ( Read more... )

Second order of business when I get back home: visit the Green Oasis Community Garden.

Whoa, I thought I was finished until I realized I HAD FORGOTTEN THE BOSS. Ruining my punk rock credibility and taking off an I Farm song in favor of Bruce riiiight aboooout NOW.

Nevermind, I forgot "Backstreets" is like seven minutes long.

The question becomes, this morning, whether to sexualize a God metaphor, or to theologize a body metaphor.

The essay topic had better match up what I want to do, because I tell you, I just fanatically composed a most clever and epic thesis and comparison involving Columbus' Four Voyages, and a little bit of The Romance of the Rose. It involves ( Read more... )

That settles it. I can't ever live with someone who doesn't drink coffee again ( Read more... )

The problem:

How do I pare down Crimpshrine's The Sound of a New World Being Born, Duct Tape Soup, the demo and the song off of the Lest We Forget tape into enough songs to fit into a mixtape with other bands?

Every Crimpshine song is a favorite song.