Tuesday, February 7, 2012

More Music, Not So Often

200 Yrs.

The Dickens you say!What would the social reformer say about the completely non-ironic references to debtor's prisons & poor houses made by contemporary conservatives?

And look, we're linking to this is all, not necessarily endorsing it. We're decidedly middle-brow & sho nuff enjoyed the Dickens we read in school, but we're not going beyond that. (This we might read. Tee vee is king.) It would be no surprise if Harold Robbins or Jackie Susann were the only later mid-20th century writers remembered & still in print 150-odd yrs. from now. (Assuming there's anything left to sit on. And for all we know virtually everything may be perpetually in print if there is any technology left, & the phrase "still in print" will be meaningless.)

Probation Report

Convicted Federal felon James O'Keefe III has found a new friend, Roger L. Simon
CEO, PJ Media, LLC

Roger L. pimps Project Veritas's amazing & provocative investigation revealing that in Minnesota, you can apply to vote under the names Tim Tebow or Tom Brady.

The most telling aspect is that several of the subjects did not, for heaven's sake, recognize the names Timothy Tebow & Thomas Brady as being the names of well-known-to-the-sports-fan quarterbacks in the National Football League! No more proof is needed, is it?

Oddly, no word as to whether these attempted registrations will actually be registered by the county clerk or whoever, of course. And no indication of how this will affect any election in any way, either. Or if Project Veritas  will be sending its flying monkeys out to vote using these registrations. Which wouldn't prove much, but would be much more impressive than this crap. (Really, go ahead & finish your fraud, fuckers.)

Sweet Blood of Jesus, this is so fucking tiring. All-too-recent history should have made it perfectly clear to the American public that elections are stolen by state gov'ts. (from the head down) &/or Supreme Courts, & O'keefe should have been laughed down so many times by now that even bottom-feeders like
Roger L. Simon
CEO, PJ Media, LLC

wouldn't besmirch their bandwidth w/ his garbage. But no lessons have been learned.

The only remotely fresh observation that can made here is that, for once, rather than projecting, the right is deflecting here, hoping such stunts will draw attention from the voter suppression tactics regularly employed by the Grifting Old Party against the votes of any one but old white bastards & bitches.

Oh, Canada

Canadians (Alright, just one of them, but from - you guessed it - Canada'a complaint capital, B.C.!) take to the Internets to bemoan Canadian-ness/-osity, as it keeps him from seeing the adverts from south of the border.
What does that mean? I watched the game here in Vancouver and logged all the advertisements. When America got an overproduced Bud Light Platinum ad, British Columbia got a lightly droll spot for a domestic IPA, Alexander Keith's. Around the time America was watching John Stamos peddle Greek yogurt, British Columbia was learning about job creation and infrastructure. Shortly after America watched a joyful promo for NBC shows such as Community, British Columbia watched a local advertisement for—I kid you not—an actual community college.

Three More Things From Memeorandum We Won't Read

After however many yrs. of building the Ronald Reagan tearing down the wall w/ his bare hands myth, no one has learned the lesson? Really?

All that can be learned from the menacing threat of communism is that the state & its enabling pundits want to scare you w/ national security bullshit & attendant fear-mongering, distracting you from noticing that your rights & freedoms have been taken away in order to save them. Because, unless the army has mutinied & is, as we type, storming the Winter PalaceWhite House w/ a mob of Bolsheviks, there is currently sweet fuck all resembling communism (threat or menace) in these United Snakes.

Yet almost twenty yrs. on it's "Communism has fallen, but don't let down your guard: It's trickiest when it's down!" Who still writes this crap? It was starting to creak by the time of the double-knit leisure suit, you'd think it would be as long forgotten.

In parting, we'd love to explain to Bruce McQuain that neither big-c nor little-c communism had much impact on political discourse in the big-w West; why would the collapse of something routinely dismissed as bound to fail have had any impact beyond a rousing chorus of "Nyah nyah nyah," which we'll just bet is what we'd hear if we did read this trinity of turkeys.

Entrail Readings

Few things more boring or pointless than poring over polls & typing about them. Polls in general, & polls about the polarized political slag-fest (We hope!) that will be over in nine agonizing months.

Might as well slit open a sheep & start divining as try to come to any long-term conclusions about the American public. (Other than one or two generalized trends we could mention.)

Grifting W/ Gingrich

The Las Vegas interests:Later: Plus which.

Monday, February 6, 2012

Where's The Rock?

We anxiously await, LACMA.

♡-Positive Riddim Nostalgia

Continuing in the "As if any imaginary readers give a crap vein," we've been rooting about in YouTube & found some sweet truffles: Albums we once owned. And in their vinyl incarnations. (Tedious pretension, or a lame attempt to get additional & unneeded street cred?) Imaginary readers may listen along/suffer, or not. (Fortunately for them, it's not the damn radio around here, 'though maybe it should be.)Dealing w/ the present if not real world, we note (fingers crossed, knocking on wood) that the devil-box has not, while playing Flash crap, frozen all graphics/presented us w/ an irritating digital drone (let alone the Intel® Graphics Media Accelerator Driver for Mobile either crashing & recovering, or causing Windows itself to crash) since we stopped piggybacking on the no doubt cheap & slow wireless router of the dumb fuck neighborhelpful stranger whose password was the name of his/her "network," & returned to a hard-wired* Internet connection.

Thanks nonetheless for being there when we needed you, helpful stranger!
*Not to mention our hard-wired to the modem, not-even-cordless but w/ a wired handset 'phone.
All one sentence!

Clothing Up-Date

1555 & we just got a pair of socks on.

We Get "Letters"

For once, a solicitation in our inbox comes from someone/a robotic entity who may have some idea of what goes on here.
As someone who would appreciate this, I thought this article may be something your readers enjoy.
Odd syntax there, but Pets Lady is right. There are those who will enjoy. Samples:
S.G. Komen katydid. Very timely.

Cute Bug 3) Spinybacked Orbweaver Spider

Three spiders out of ten bugs. Beetles, it seems, are cuter.

Moyers Explains Alinsky

[T]he name Alinksy didn't even ring a bell when it first got trotted out, round about the time the Wright and Ayers cards finally went flaccid.
No bell for us either.

This may help:Bill Moyers Essay: Newt's Obsession with Saul Alinsky from BillMoyers.com. We found it at truthdig. Bonus self-link to an Alinsky link. From one of many alma maters, yet.

Wknd. In The Country

Golfing, of course.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Trends In Architecture

The New Frugalism.
Been like this for at least a wk.

Race Against Time


Led by Dr. Elliot Caine (trumpet).
The York, Highland Park, Los Angeles, Calif., 15 January 2012.

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Sat. Nite Mystery Music

BlackArkNuggets states: mis-labeled B-side of "We Have Got A Date"
Also mislabeled:Best band ever to come outta 'Frisco? Or (excepting your editor, obviously) best thing to come outta 'Frisco ever?

How To Piss Off Amphibians

Don't be a mere subway-riding elitist, be a gov't.-supported one!
Newt Gingrich wants you to know that subways are for rich folks. Two weeks ago in South Carolina, he pilloried "those who, you know, live in high-rise apartment buildings writing for fancy newspapers in the middle of town after they ride the metro." On Friday in Nevada he blasted Manhattan elites who take the subway to work.
This reporter will be leaving his high-rise bldg. & riding the subway (As well as bus & surface light rail public transit!) w/in an hr. or so, & will be using his wretched person's GOVERNMENT-SUBSIDIZED reduced fare pass (Which may allow transit use to be tracked, but what do we care? We've nothing to hide.) as well. A two-fingered poke in your fat pouch-surrounded eyes, Newt!Must-Play I:

Must-Play II:Sadly, L.A.'s trains are generally hot rails to dull.

666 South La Brea Avenue

They're surprisingly forthright about it; maybe the forces of evil have already won & there's no longer any reason to conceal themselves.

Friday, February 3, 2012


We'd advise muting.

Sunset Blvd.

East from Fountain Ave. toward Sunset Junction.
1442 PST 31 January 2012.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Beetle For Sale

It's Always Something

Sad to report that after the first set-top box wouldn't authorize itself, a second box's second tuner was not functioning. Extra sad to report that it went unnoticed until last evening sometime, forcing us to go out in the mid-60°F weather today to obtain a new box. Now we'll be re-spending the time we spent yesterday setting it up.

OT: The Hangar 1 Vodka airship, taken 20 January 2012. We saw the damn thing while out today & did not give enough of a shit to shoot it, the second time that's happened. Thanks for jading us to the wonder of lighter-than-air flight, merchants of human misery.
Blimp Over Light Standard & Flag

Just Because*

How Did Stainless Steel Appliances
Get So Popular?

FEB 1 2012, 3:32 PM ET 147
Because I am true to my demographic, I watch a lot of HGTV.  This is maybe a little weird, because I hate virtually everything that the decorators do on HGTV.  If these shows are to be believed, our era will be defined by a style I have dubbed Contemporary Bland + Orange Pillows.

*Because we've suffered & now it's your turn, we suppose.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Ahhh ...

Cable installer arrived not long after 1300. (Proof of a gawd, at least a gawd of cable, communications, or ...?)
Totally wired again; don't expect anything new in this space (or any others) for an eternity or two.

Needles & Pins

Like Xmas Eve in the editorial bunker as we anticipate the return (sometime between 1300 & 1700, ha ha) of cable.

Currently Ignoring

Lana Del Rey, the former Lizzy Grant.

And so much more, but can we be bothered? Hang on ... [An hr. passes.]


Tuesday, January 31, 2012

The In-Box

we are in receipt of this,
and are we fascinated. What wonderful new ideas does Jim have for us? Could they be something that the Senator & his Congressional colleagues could have a flunky turn into legislation & thereby save America from itself? (And if so, shouldn't the flunkies be typing that legislation, rather than this bulk-purchase boilerplate that DeMint will stick his name on & flog to the sort of marks who get e-mail from REDSTATE.com Marketplace?)

Well, here is the solution to all that ails us:
DeMint's newest book, NOW OR NEVER will help voters choose the right candidates at every level of government, especially the president. Few people have more credibility than DeMint when it comes to selecting and electing the best conservative candidates.

Senator DeMint will remind readers how citizen activism, Tea Parties and rallies resulted in a shift of power from Washington back into the hands of the American people. The Washington establishment was stunned by an upheaval from voters that resulted in the election of a new breed of representatives. But the 2010 election only slowed the rampage of government spending and debt. America remains on the verge of financial and cultural collapse.
Vote Republican! (And you might as well let credible endorser DeMint pick for you.) How disappointing. It's certainly no permanent base on the moon as far as big ideas go. Maybe there's something in it about poorhouses & debtor's prisons.

Could there be political & ecomonic favors the cheese-eating surrender monkeys at Hachette Book Group hope he'll do for them in exchange for their publishing this rot? (Hell, they might even have given him an advance. I'd love to know if Hachette makes any money on the deal.) One would certainly expect the great patriot that we know Senator DeMint to be to publish American.

Also at Whiskey Fire.

Dep't. Of Entropy

January's over & done w/, winter festivities are a fading memory already. Damn. It'll be spring & the sap will be flowing before you know it.

Captcha Report

Last Night's Entrée

Shit on a shingle, Stouffer's® style.
Not as bad as it looks, but we can't believe they're still making this crap & markets are still selling it, yet one can't find Stouffer's® Welsh Rarebit anywhere.

Monday, January 30, 2012

Lucky Friday The 13th

ICYMI. (We did.)
Yes, the Matthew Vadum seen here grimacing next to rat-eating sociopath G. Gordon Liddy:
So, what did he have to say?
The pot projecting on the kettle, apparently. And we are highly amused that Mr. Vadum is represented by an empty white box.

Better Late Than Never ...

... but never better late: Slate of the Washington War Crimes Post discovers that Spielberg is a pathetic hack, while noting that even the Academy®©™ has snubbed him.

P.S. to the author ("Bill Wyman is the former arts editor of NPR and Salon." There's an admission of middle-of-the-road horseshit.): Try calling yourself William Wyman, to eliminate confusion. Never again type the non-word "sameyness:"
This big-picture repetitiveness is paralleled by Spielberg’s little touches, which are presented with a similar sameyness.
And then just go fuck yourself & your mother, 'cause you're as big & lame a hack as Spielberg. (But a fuck of a lot poorer.)

P.P.S. (for fun): Spot the errors in this paragraph:
1941 was an attempt to pull off an It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World-style comic panoply, complete with some elaborate fight and dance scenes, all set against a panorama of life in Los Angles when paranoia about a potential Japanese attack supposedly gripped the city. Watching it today is like watching a comedian flop on stage. There’s a lot of energy, and increasingly desperate moves, but no one laughs.
Fucking idiot.

Pinko ComSymp Attacks Canada

And who can blame him?
What happened to Canada? It used to be the country we would flee to [sic] if life in the United States became unpalatable. No nuclear weapons. No huge military-industrial complex. Universal health care. Funding for the arts. A good record on the environment.

But that was the old Canada. I was in Montreal on Friday and Saturday and saw the familiar and disturbing tentacles of the security and surveillance state. Canada has withdrawn from the Kyoto Accords so it can dig up the Alberta tar sands in an orgy of environmental degradation. It carried out the largestmass arrests of demonstrators in Canadian history at 2010’s G-8 and G-20 meetings, rounding up more than 1,000 people. It sends undercover police into indigenous communities and activist groups and is handing out stiff prison terms to dissenters. And Canada’s Prime Minister Stephen Harper is a diminished version of George W. Bush. He champions the rabid right wing in Israel, bows to the whims of global financiers and is a Christian fundamentalist.

The voices of dissent sound like our own. And the forms of persecution are familiar. This is not an accident. We are fighting the same corporate leviathan.

Professor 2012!

Meanwhile, just under Sullivan's nose at The Daily Beast, perhaps the reason for his crush on Gingrich.
It’s one thing for Newt, who gave his think-tank life a chatty frat aura during his Rose interview, to drink the AEI, Hoover, DPB, Present Danger, Liberation committee, Cheney/Rummy, Centcom, War College, Chalabi Kool-Aid. It’s quite another to take it intravenously in both arms until bloated.

What is most amazing about the national press corps is that we can have 19 debates and not hear a single memorable question about the war that is America’s greatest international debacle since Vietnam, with no moderator even wondering if Newt’s role as at least a junior planner schmoozing away at Centcom and in the AEI home office of its architects, merits questioning. Everyone agreed in 2008 that Hillary’s war vote and Obama’s early opposition helped decide that race; yet Newt’s enlistment in the Cheney/Rummy army that planned and boosted it goes unmentioned (as does Rick Santorum’s vote for it).
Doesn't amaze us in the least in this nation of short memories & chicken-shit assholes. Not in the least.

On the other hand (& this is easy to type, because it won't happen) we'd welcome a Gingrich presidency. Can't think of a better way to reveal the absolute ick that is conservatism & Republicanism to the great American unwashed & unlettered. Sometimes you just have to give a child (or a nation of sheep) a good beating to get the message across, & New Ton Lee Roy Ging Rich is just the man to beat some sense into America.*

Really. Imagine Professor New Ton as Prez. (Being a "professor:" Bad if you are a Negro &/or Democrat, yet somehow great stuff if you're Perfesser Glenn Reynolds or Gingrich. Example:
Gingrich offered an historical endorsement of pre-emptive war, describing it almost as an American habit, and said he was “fairly involved” in the Iraq attack, calling himself “the longest-serving teacher in the military” with “21 years of teaching brigadier and major generals” at the National War College. “I talk to people,” he explained.
We all know people who "talk to people." Said talkers are usually on public transit or in parks delivering deranged monologues to people who wish the talker would just go the fuck away. Imagine four yrs. of that.)
*One should, of course, be wary of one's desires. Bush the Lesser's reign from terror didn't seem to teach the undifferentiated tissue that is America much. We're probably beyond all hope.

A Moment W/ Jimbo

Powerful, yet ludicrous.

"Repulsive, Nasty and Delusional ..."

Is Sullivan talking about himself? One would think so, but ...
Here's the weird thing. I find myself rooting for Gingrich now, one of the most repulsive, nasty and delusional men in American public life. This primary season - when it hasn't eaten deep into my soul - has driven me to all sorts of strange emotions. There were a few nanoseconds when I even wanted Santorum to rally after Iowa. That's a horse race for you, I guess.
You have no soul, Sullivan, but we'll grant that all your emotions are very strange indeed. And there's nothing "weird" about it: This is the kind of crap to be expected from a sick fuck like Sullivan. Any sane country would have instructed him to "march right back on that plane, mister," the moment his onion-head appeared on the jetway. Close these porous borders, Mr. Obama!

Anorexia Up-Date (Final G-D Version)

We resolved (perhaps not here in text & all, but to ourself) never to post pix of food other than the revolting crap, raw meat & whatnot we prepare for ourself to eat, but this shallow, surface distraction is the exception. (Though really, who in hell cares what it looks like, short of actual maggots?) Anyway, this display was not for distraction; it was eminently edible, & we edibled it all.
Great, not even focused. That'll teach us to type something before a close examination of the subject.
Musical reinforcement of the message:UPDATE 2045 PST: Gee-ziz, this whole item is a complete cock-up! Here's the more specific musical item we'd planned to use until a shiny object or something distracted us:(You need only hear the first few seconds.)

The Cycle Of Death & Capitalism

Monday again, already? Oh, how we empathize w/ the little people & their "careers." Slave for wages as they will, their eventual reward is service as worm food.At least we won't have wasted the best yrs. of our life (Oops, too late!) slaving for a minuscule wage & paying debt to our masters.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Murder Is Your Middle Name

But at what cost to ourselves and the rest of the world? We’ve become the suppliers of weaponry to the planet’s hotspots. And those weapons deliveries (and the training and support missions that go with them) tend to make those spots hotter still—as in hot lead.

As a country, we seem to have a teenager’s fascination with military hardware, an addiction that’s driving us to bust our own national budgetary allowance. At the same time, we sell weapons the way teenage punks sell fireworks to younger kids: for profit and with little regard for how they might be used.
The blood is on your hands, Americans! Anything that happens to you is your fault, & we'll be laughing hard (If we aren't on the receiving end of the righteous justice of the oppressed.) when the chickens come home to roost.

Kentucky Fried Architecture

OK, we never intended this to be a photo log, but, political discourse being what it is, we are more & more convinced that direct & violent action is the only solution. (And population reduction. We'll start w/ you!) And as we're just too effing apathetic, slothful, yada to take any direct action, it's pix.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Friday, January 27, 2012

Murder In Eagle Rock!!

Kill kill kill kill kill!
I got a rage to live!
— Gregg Turner

More songs about you lying on the floor in a puddle of (your own) blood will be sung by some dude
Saturday, January 28, at 8 p.m. at the Center for the Arts, Eagle Rock, in his segment of “Murder Music: An Evening of Songs About Killing.”

He will be joined by singer/songwriters David Serby, David Poe, Brian Wright, Phil Krohnengold, Carla Werner, Amy Raasch, Vivek Maddala, Edward Tree and Sara Lov, who will each be performing two songs in front of projections of classic Los Angeles crime scenes—visual homage to the evening’s macabre theme.

“You can see why I would be hosting an evening of murder music,” Saunders says, laughing, to Patch. But he underscores a more compelling thematic subtext: “Murder ballads are the way we have of experiencing the most extreme emotions possible without killing somebody.”
NB: To be completely clear (for once) Gregg Turner is not the singer in question, who is named Saunders but no relation that we know of to Turner's one-time associate in the Angry Samoans, Mental Mike Saunders, either.

Afternoon Plans

Off to L.A.'s The Grove, where we will be throwing paving stones at this Apple Store. (We do what we can.)
Lots of glass.
Nothing but, really.
You don't suppose those drones in the blue shirts live in dormitories, do you? Or the bloated pig consumers?

Does this Jobs guy have a grave we could desecrate? (Pissing doesn't seem enough: It's shit-smearing time!)

Meanwhile, On Planet Earth ...

Drinking & Driving: Richard Roberts.

Drinking & Hosting: Pat Sajak.

Sucking, Biting, Chewing, Blowing, &/or Eating: Everybody & everything else.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Strictly Roots Musical Interlude

Somewhat-less-rootsy:Unless the differences are a result of YouTubery &/or a crummy source.

Embarrassing Items Of The Day

Demi Moore's friend called paramedics Monday night after the actress inhaled a dangerous amount of nitrous oxide ... TMZ has learned.

Sources tell TMZ ... one of Demi's friends who was at her home told emergency workers Demi was doing whip-its. A whip-it is a street name for a type of nitrous oxide inhalant.

The friend said she became upset when Demi had a reaction to a whip-it and lapsed into semi-consciousness.
GOP contender Newt Gingrich made a bold pledge to establish a permanent U.S. base on the moon “by the end of my second term.” He further promised that if he becomes president, America will get a man to Mars “in a remarkably short time.” A budget-conscious President Obama ended the program for a lunar colony and moon trip after NASA reported it didn’t have the money for any part of the plan, “and even if it were to get a budget infusion, the schedule was unworkable.” Gingrich rebutted the charge that he is “grandiose” by comparing himself to Abraham Lincoln, the Wright Brothers and John F. Kennedy. ThinkProgress has previously reported on Gingrich’s curious space fetish, which has included an idea for a “mirror system in space could provide the light equivalent of many full moons” for nighttime driving.

Monday, January 23, 2012

Why We Hate Part II

The Queen of Versailles
The hook for the movie and the source of the title is Jackie and David’s thwarted ambitions to build the largest house in America, modeled after Versailles and based on a sketch David drew on a private plane on the way to Las Vegas. The design is a monument to bad taste, as are the hilariously tacky portraits that litter the house they’re still living in, of Jackie as a Greek goddess and David as a Roman warrior.

But it’s also a testament to waste. Rather than using any room for multiple purposes, Jackie and David tacked ten kitchens onto their monstrosity so they can have a sushi bar as well as other specialized cooking spaces. The house has a wing for their children, a place Jackie plans to “visit” in one of the unintentionally callous things she regularly says about her brood. The basement is stacked with $5 million worth of Chinese marble, and Jackie has a warehouse full of decor she plans to use in it, from French furniture to giant replicas of Faberge eggs. Those piles of junk, and scenes of a garage full of unused bicycles for their children, or post-recession Jackie being coaxed into spending less for Christmas by her nannies and still walking out of Walmart with three sets of the game Operation (among other things) have blown past abundance or fulfillment straight to gorged. Nothing about the way the Siegels live their lives looks particularly desirable, from the house littered with dog shit to Jackie’s bed, plumped with seven layers of pillows.
Context & photo source & the like. Oh, let's double the ick factor, too:
Siegel, a 74-year-old Florida billionaire, and his 43-year-old third wife, Jackie
Think they might be big Gingrich supporters?