Man-o-man-o-man! Am I a liar or what?

Truth be told, I had some really good intentions for this here thing. Most of them pure, real pure, but so far I've managed to cockfuck this enterprise into an unholy death-record and I haven't even been real good at it for what it's worth. Maybe I should do a Bonghits Twitter or some such shit, or shanghai the whole operation over to the Facebook or whatever crap looms to come along and overtake that since I happen to while myself flipping through pics and reading words or assembling a fantasy list of all my favorite records (4000 to be exact)...

Hey! Maybe that's what I'll do! I'll transport the record list to here and stay competitive in the bloggosphere and show for once that I am a dog with real breeding! And of course, I'll try my darnest to throw in a personal anecdote or story retelling to finally bring this project back to full glory! Fuck yeah!

Maybe I'll start with how I got almost arrested for vagrancy the other night... yeah, that's the ticket baby, that's the ticket.

Thinly veiled lies

It's been a while and like you figured, I've been eating some huge shit sandwiches and not gotten on the blog ball. Anyways, coming soon will be the first four hundred odd entries of my ambitious 4000 Greatest Albums of All Time. More bullshit, of course. Ha hah ha!!!

Check out my friends at Lucha Workshop. They make some snazzy T's!
http://luchaworkshop.blogspot.com/

Check out this blogger. Sifting through the blog you'll find a great compliment to Chip's blog pertaining to Florida punk and hardcore.


http://cosmichearse.blogspot.com/

Say hooray and bow down to President Big Ears!

And before you get pissy-wissy, Obama does have a pair of satellites sticking out of his head. Seriously folks?! What's the big deal? Thomas Jefferson was our first "black" president. Bill Clinton was our second "black" president. So we're going ape-shit for the third "black" president of the US of A? Get a life. But in reality, good luck Big Ears, you're gonna need it.

Maybe next year we'll pick fresh fruits together

Okay. So here's the year end: lots of deaths this year. Sounds like a paperwork mess for the afterlife handlers. Whatever. I miss my cousin, I miss Alex, I miss Hugo and I miss John. Those were the four that hit close to and at home. Maybe next year won't be the clusterfuck piece of shit this past year was. Oh well, there's always booze, drugs and unprotected sex. Maybe I'll get my pocket watch fixed. Okay. I hope you have a nice new year 2009.

Good news for book/record sales

Okay, off the bat: David Foster Wallace offs himself. Now we'll see more jack-offs giving Infinite Jest a try.

Second outing on the third inning: cancer ate Pink Floyd's Richard Wright.

Okay. It's a busy September and everytime I try to get away from this celeb-death shit, they pull me back in. Go fucking figure. However, I will be adding some links here to your right of interesting and culturally enhancing blogstuffs. Real info for real people kinda shit.

Shoutouts to people who are alive as far as I'm concerned this evening:

a) Ian Maguire! Click on his fruit photo blog. Very yummy.
b) Jacques Laroche! Click on his über-heady blog about important stuff for smart people.

This time it's for real, so long and thanks for all the fish!

Two words: HADRON COLLIDER. It's been swell I guess.