naw, I haven’t quite worked down the rage to a point where I am able to post about Turdwaffle’s latest. Although Dusty has a fine post up about it.
I ave some work to do, and I suspect that the Suppression post will run quite long, and very foul.
However; recently I added some long-missing music to my HD; the Vapors, and not just the two hits they had.
And today, when “News At Ten” came up, it sounded so good that I hit the Genius based on the song, and am truly groovin to the result. Here it is (suck it 3B Radio):
- News at Ten, The Vapors
- Get Over You, The Undertones
- Back Of My Hand, The Jags
- Gates Of The West, The Clash
- Good Girls Don’t, The Knack
- I Don’t Mind, The Buzzcocks
- Southern Girls, Cheap Trick
- Another Girl, Another Planet, The Only Ones
- Howling At The Moon, The Ramones (theme song of the Empire?)
- Washington Bullets, The Clash
- New York, Sex Pistols
- Labelled With Love, Squeeze
- Turning Japanese, The Vapors
- (Wish I Could Fly Like) Superman, The Kinks
- A Million Miles Away, The Plimsouls (LIKE!!!!!!!)
- Here Comes The Summer, The Undertones
- Groovy Times, The Clash
- Somehow, The Vapors
- Dream Police, Cheap Trick
- The KKK Took My Baby Away, The Ramones
Heavy on the power-pop and punk; probably not much there for Dusty to like, but I gave her some linky love, and it will have to do.
Upbeat and peppy, punky and poppy, not-quite mindless, catchy choruses and insane hooks, great summer driving music and maybe even falling under the label of Helping Jennifer.
I am feeling better already. Perhaps that is the cheap wine. Yes, that is more likely, but it’s still a GREAT fucking zombiee playlist.
I started drifting to a different place
I realized I was falling off the face of your world
And there was nothing left to bring me backI’m a million miles away
A million miles away
A million miles away
And there’s nothing left to bring me back today
Just the soundtrack to get this parking lot and this signage done.
And then, perhaps, the rage.
Empire Of The Senseless 
Is there any happy recall of reich-wing repukes news?
I could use a little happy news…
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Moderately good news, thundra.
There’s a fair bit of work ahead. But I will tell you that Alberta Darling is in astoundingly bad position considering her district. Unfortunately, the Turdwaffle Redistricting Effort will likely hand it back to her in the next normal election, since it will make it even redder.
She’s a turdwaffle too, FYI. She represents a well-to-do district, and was perfectly acceptable as a pro-choice Republican but has been forced to back off on that by the radicalization of the Republicans.
Ummmm, sorry. Not doing well at good news.
Here’s some good news: got a project. But the bad news; long lead time between doing the work and getting paid. Like I said. Good news is all relative, these days.
But my offer of one of my old scanners stands.
Fuck it, I’m moving south. The politics won’t be much worse and the winter’sare bound to be an improvement. Care to join me?
How far south? Antarctica?
Snag, you and I will not do well in hot, humid climes.
Myself, I am beginning to hope for default, so America falls apart, breaks apart, and that Minnesota, Wisconsin and Michigan are assimilated by Canada.
Sucks to live in Chicago, then.
Man, that takes me back. Turning Japanese. Summer of ’80. I was staying at Junkie Joe’s in San Rafael and had got in deep to this coke dealer in Corte Madera, so I talked him into fronting me another four ounces and bailed on the whole deal. I had a buddy who was a licensed first mate on container ships who would be gone for months at a time sailing these complex routes around Asia. So he said I could stay at his place – very nice, he was well paid – and use his van, a classic late seventies chevy van conversion. When he got home some weeks later, he had half a pound of pure Bolivian flake and The Vapors on cassette. We spent that summer smoking freebase and listening to Turning Japanese and Excitable Boy and designing and building increasingly elaborate portable freebasing kits, complete with multi-level custom cut-foam inserts and tiny industrial torches we got from the Jewelry manufacturing industry. Damn, but we had a lot of fun.
Right up until I shot one of the Wonderleys.
Once again, it turns out this is why we can’t have nice things…
Dammit
Gosh, I LOVE Uncle Mikey Story Time!
Right up until I shot one of the Wonderleys.
Didja shoot to wound, Unca mikey?
It was dark. I shot to shoot. Problem was, him and the other one were the landlords. Kinda wore out my welcome…
I love my commentariat. KISSES, mah frenz!
Maybe that’s the cheap rum talking. Aww, fuckit, it stands.
Gosh, I LOVE Uncle Mikey Story Time!
I know, right?! Uncle Mikey is my favorite uncle. Except for maybe this uncle.
You know what I’ve learned about music? Nobody gives a shit about what music you like except yourself.
But people will line up around the block to tell you that you’re an idiot using the wrong ammuntion, the wrong operating system, the wrong word processor, the wrong codec, the wrong reality show and the wrong inflatable girlfriend.
I’ll never understand how it all works.
The best I’ve arrived at is that I’m brighter than Eric Cantor.
I know. But that’s all I got…
Are you using the Mac OS Sex? OMG, you suck.
Nobody gives a shit about what music you like except yourself.
And yanno, that’s pretty OK
However, you ARE able to tap into your friends mental frequencies, to getall sideways with our genteel fellow weirdness goofs….I like what I like, and mikey has made me like something outside of that, and it’s still OK
But still, fuck “what I Like About You”.
people will line up around the block to tell you that you’re an idiot using the wrong ammuntion, the wrong operating system, the wrong word processor, the wrong codec, the wrong reality show and the wrong inflatable girlfriend
well, whew, cuz I am working on OS/2 Warp.
good lord i got WAYYY too drunk this afternoon and I cant even respond to you silly goofs.
Silly zombie is silly.
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Wisconsin is insane right now.