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Some bands I like to name check/And one of them is R.E.M.
Classic songs with a long history/Southern boys just like you and me
R - E - M

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motherjones:

For the northeast US, suddenly so apropos.

HAHAHAHAHAHA. That is all.

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Oh, MTV 30, you make me feel so old, what with your Fab Five Freddy explaining “electronic mail” to his “AOL users” and the sheer fact that anyone would show music videos instead of shitty reality programming 24 hours a day. People ARE SO HAPPY that Matt Pinfield is coming back for 120 Minutes. I’m not. I always hated you Pinfield. Poseur. Remember when Adam Curry hosted Headbangers Ball? I do, unfortunately. GET REAL. Give me Kevin Seal in a weird hat showing “Fish Heads.” Then we’ll talk.

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I’ve finally figured out the solution to my horrible fear of plane travel! It is coupled with my totally impulsive need to visit faraway places, leading to me to travel either white-knuckle or blackout drunk for 4-10 hours.  If I just had a cyanide capsule I would be confident in the knowledge that I could end it the second the plane computer starts yelling “Diving! Diving! Diving!” at 30,000 feet. Anyone know where to get one?

I’ve finally figured out the solution to my horrible fear of plane travel! It is coupled with my totally impulsive need to visit faraway places, leading to me to travel either white-knuckle or blackout drunk for 4-10 hours. If I just had a cyanide capsule I would be confident in the knowledge that I could end it the second the plane computer starts yelling “Diving! Diving! Diving!” at 30,000 feet. Anyone know where to get one?

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Maxime, I loved you. You were Canadian, good in a fight and generally scrappy. You had big, black, thick-framed glasses. Philadelphia? How could you? You are dead to me, sir. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to love again.

Maxime, I loved you. You were Canadian, good in a fight and generally scrappy. You had big, black, thick-framed glasses. Philadelphia? How could you? You are dead to me, sir. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to love again.

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Time was, Converse didn’t suck. In fact, you could just wear some black ones and be pretty secure in the knowledge that if you saw someone else wearing them, they wouldn’t suck either. Like the time I caught the ferry to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for m’shoe. So I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt. Which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on ‘em. Gimme five bees for a quarter, you’d say. Now where was I… oh yeah. The important thing was that I had an onion tied to my belt, which was the style at the time. You couldn’t get white onions, because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones… 

Time was, Converse didn’t suck. In fact, you could just wear some black ones and be pretty secure in the knowledge that if you saw someone else wearing them, they wouldn’t suck either. Like the time I caught the ferry to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for m’shoe. So I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt. Which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on ‘em. Gimme five bees for a quarter, you’d say. Now where was I… oh yeah. The important thing was that I had an onion tied to my belt, which was the style at the time. You couldn’t get white onions, because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones… 

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See? Cats are just WAY better. I’ll just let the evidence speak for itself. I am not weeping for you, Spaghetti Cat. I salute you. 

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This is just a good rule of thumb for life. Though Skybar sounds like it’s probably a pretty terrible place, their management is to be commended for its efforts. If a had a large disposable income, I would put this on a billboard on Third Avenue. 

This is just a good rule of thumb for life. Though Skybar sounds like it’s probably a pretty terrible place, their management is to be commended for its efforts. If a had a large disposable income, I would put this on a billboard on Third Avenue. 

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I have never actively wished for the complete and total annihilation of a living thing, much less conceived of a point in my life in which I could be menaced by something called “Cherri*” or “Mocha,”  but holy shit, do I wish death upon my neighbors yapping hell-beasts. 7:30 to 8:30 AM, Monday through Friday, are their prime barking hours, which coincidentally is when I’m making a last-ditch effort to sleep and/or consume copious amounts of caffeine WHICH WOULD BE BEST DONE IN A QUIET ROOM. R.I.P Cherri and Mocha (I hope). This also supports my theory that cats rule. Yay, cats!
*And YOU KNOW  it is totally spelled with an “i.” There is absolutely no way that someone as hugely lame as my neighbor puts a shiny pink raincoat on not one, but TWO, shitty little dogs and then calls one of them Cherri with a “y.” I have seen her in Uggs and Juicy sweatpants, and that is all the evidence that I need. 

I have never actively wished for the complete and total annihilation of a living thing, much less conceived of a point in my life in which I could be menaced by something called “Cherri*” or “Mocha,”  but holy shit, do I wish death upon my neighbors yapping hell-beasts. 7:30 to 8:30 AM, Monday through Friday, are their prime barking hours, which coincidentally is when I’m making a last-ditch effort to sleep and/or consume copious amounts of caffeine WHICH WOULD BE BEST DONE IN A QUIET ROOM. R.I.P Cherri and Mocha (I hope). This also supports my theory that cats rule. Yay, cats!

*And YOU KNOW  it is totally spelled with an “i.” There is absolutely no way that someone as hugely lame as my neighbor puts a shiny pink raincoat on not one, but TWO, shitty little dogs and then calls one of them Cherri with a “y.” I have seen her in Uggs and Juicy sweatpants, and that is all the evidence that I need. 

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The most endearing thing about newspapers in Anglosphere countries is that they all have very up-to-the-minute and charming animal coverage. The Daily Mail and the Sun are particularly adept at reporting the minutiae of hedgehog rehabilitation at St. Tiggywinkle’s Hospital, or the developments of an abandoned baby squirrel adopted by puppies. Here in the U.S, we would just shoot that shit with a machine gun from a helicopter and call it a day. 
Let’s hear it for Shrek the sheep, who was able to avoid capture and shearing for SIX years, and in doing so, became a celebrity in New Zealand. You will be missed, I’m sure.

The most endearing thing about newspapers in Anglosphere countries is that they all have very up-to-the-minute and charming animal coverage. The Daily Mail and the Sun are particularly adept at reporting the minutiae of hedgehog rehabilitation at St. Tiggywinkle’s Hospital, or the developments of an abandoned baby squirrel adopted by puppies. Here in the U.S, we would just shoot that shit with a machine gun from a helicopter and call it a day. 

Let’s hear it for Shrek the sheep, who was able to avoid capture and shearing for SIX years, and in doing so, became a celebrity in New Zealand. You will be missed, I’m sure.