Hey, Remember the '90s?

The increasingly unreadable Pitchfork has listed their top 100 albums of the 1990s. A good list, I must say, even though they somehow forgot Dog Man Star, Wowee Zowee, New Adventures in Hi-Fi and C'mon Kids. Then again, I love pretentious American indie and Britpop. Comments to come.

Happy Thanksgiving

Dodgy's gift. For Flaming Lips/White Stripes/Butthole Surfers fans only.

Lubing Yourself Up With Words

Oh, baby.

Damaged

I know this comes from the Mirror, but it made me recall the trashing of the White House by the Clintonites that turned out to be untrue.

bSOS

Go here and click on "Closed on Sunday". Good times.

Serve the Servants

Big Daddy Hotcakes pointed this out to me.

Behind the Music

One man's take on the greatest song most people have never heard.

Oh, and did you hear that JFK has posthumously joined the Republican Party?

And that conservatives are monkeys? Let me amend that: They are Neandrathals. Look it up, bitch. Ha ha. America, are you as stupid as they think you are? Don't answer that.

Yo, this nigga is krazee.

Penguin Dreams and Stranger Things

This was news to me, but apparently Opus returns to the comics page this Sunday. Salon has an interview with Berke Breathed today.

The Most Offensive Things Ever Written

Words fail me.

Irony Overload

My favorite Rush quote from his first day back on the air:

“It’s amazing. When you know something that no one else knows, and you listen to the people who don’t know anything write and talk about it, it is hilarious. It is absolutely hilarious to read and listen to people who don’t have the slightest idea what they’re talking about act expert and all opinionated about it…what you know, what you think you know, you don’t know.”

Triumph on America

Triumph the Insult Comic Dog was on Leno recently. Here is what he had to say about the times in which we live. MP3 found on Bartcop.

Well, That Explains It

This is your government on drugs.

All Paris, All the Time

The revolution continues, unabated.

You Say "Tomato"...

Bush-haters vs. Clinton-haters.

Defending Paris Hilton

Well, looks like we may have the makings of an internal war over the Hiltons (specifically Paris, in my case). I am the man who will fight for her honor. Sure, the sex tape is creepy and unsatisfying. But I would make the case that it is a signpost for the New Sexuality of the New War of the New Century of the New Times that will obliterate the puritanical zealotry that has infested out country since the late '90s (just in time for me to move to Rome, I mean, New York). Paris represents everything your children will be: Neu Sexual Autistics, as in, beings that are beautiful and sexual whilst also utterly emotionally-vaccuous/unavailable. Paris shall be our Hester Prynne, but I will not allow us to be the townfolk.

On a releated note, I have forsaken the reality TV genre for a while now (not counting the disturbing Room Raiders), but Paris' new show, The Simple Life, looks to be the one to bring me back. Here are the clips that piqued my interest. If these affluent, drunk young ladies can balance out their shrieking with the wit they often employ here, it will be causa belli for the Neu Sexual Autistic Revolution.

Join us, brothers and sisters.

One for the Road

As though I wasn't suffering enough obscure, pseudo-heartbreak, comes the news today that the internet age has officially ended. No need to turn on the computer now. Paris Hilton has been exposed, and now this.

The Nuclear Animals Heavy Metal Stuttered Their Sins in TV

Suede have broken up. You think Righteous Brothers fans have it bad today, but what about all the people who think Suede should've broken up 9 years ago? Shit, A New Morning did suck, right? Coming Up and Head Music weren't that bad, were they? Maybe they were. But they gave us Dog Man Star, which was enough, even if only 12 "Americans" heard it.

The beginning of the end... (Somewhere around the middle to late middle of the end really)

Simply a case of mistaken identity? It's easy to see how the FBI mistook a stripper for a terrorist. I can see the PATRIOT Act will supply a lot of material for some funny, funny jokes.

How the Government Likes to Operate

Personal responsibility. Fuck the lot of them, on both sides.

Did You Vote?

I hope so. I did, but it wasn't a very sexy election here. But we put down the non-partisan election bullshit; and congratulations to the Working Families Party, who might have a future here. (Anyone else watch this "Rich Girls" show on MTV? Man, I must love cutting myself.)

That Liberal Media

CBS has cancelled the Reagans mini-series. Personally, I am shocked that a broadcast TV mini-series would be salacious and exploitive. Was the public ready to handle this?:

$640 Pentagon toilets seats; ketchup as a vegetable; union busting; firing striking air traffic controllers; Iran-Contra; selling arms to terrorist nations; trading arms for hostages; retreating from terrorists in Beirut; lying to Congress; financing an illegal war in Nicaragua; visiting Bitburg cemetery; a cozy relationship with Saddam Hussein; shredding documents; Ed Meese; Fawn Hall; Oliver North; James Watt; apartheid apologia; the savings and loan scandal; voodoo economics; record budget deficits; double digit unemployment; farm bankruptcies; trade deficits; astrologers in the White House; Star Wars; and influence peddling.

More unfair attacks on Lord Reagan here.
UPDATE: It air on Showtime, the home of Superbush.

I'm not afraid to use force, even if nobody cares

I've taken your angelfire acct hostage and won't release it till you agree to meet my demands.

Fun

this.

and this this.

Indulge Me

It doesn't happen very often, but occasionally I read a new poem and it gives me the good willies. I am going to repeat it here because it fits my aesthetic, and I hope that by typing it, some of it will rub off on me. Navel-gazing begins....now:

Detour

I had put my days behind me
almost as they happened rolling
faces streets personal dramas
into a scroll quickly
quickly sometimes my heels
were caught in the last conver-
sation so shaking to free myself
all that clutter flew
up into the air scrambled
sentences my sister's death the
name of what's his name his mouth
his fingers a heavy chunk of a
principled political statement
whose?

future was my intention now
all that detritus like sand like
dust has drifted into the eyes
of my children who after all must
continue one of my heaviest
sorrows has just tumbled at
their feet they stumble what
to do anger fear luckily their
children have imperiously
called offering their lives a
detour thank God they've all
gotten away

—Grace Paley

May the Seed of Your Loin Be Fruitful in the Belly of Your Woman (Boomshanka)

More anti-Jim Belushi propaganda. I think comedy is funny, or at least it can be.

Bob Hope Unmasked

It was the greatest Halloween ever, as evidenced here. I woke up with my shoes on, and someone may have been committed to a mental institution! More to come!

UPDATE: It turns out no one was committed to a mental institution. I am such a sick fuck; I'm almost disappointed.