Okay, so Henry is a punk, not a goth. But Henry Fucking Rollins can be any damn thing he wants to be, including a damn lolgoth, so there.
source is lost in the mists of time, sowee.
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Monthly Archives: August 2007
some days you’re the eagle; some days you’re the deer
I’ve been about ready to go all golden eagle on somebody for a couple of days now.
- My phone died.
- My Gmail is frozen. I cannot send from my account.
- I have 500 invitations and 1000 press releases to send out…today. And see above.
- My blogging course announcement went out and I’ve got phone messages and emails from people who’d like to register. And see above.
- I can’t write the press release until an author gets back to me with her bio, for which I’ve been waiting three weeks. At this point I’d be tempted to make shit up (she was raised by jackals on the African veldt…studied alchemy under Paracelsus at Tokyo Polytechnic) if indeed there existed the possibility I could send the emails in the first place, which there is not. See above.
On the bright side:
- a friend promised not to commit suicide for at least two weeks, and
- my father’s apparently haunting the CFB Borden Flying Club, so at least he’s having fun.
Naughty Wet and Wild Swedish Beaver!
Granny got tail!
Naughty, naughty beaver! Keep your tail away from innocent Swedish grannies, be they never so wrinkled and asking for it.
Word comes from the banks of the Bottena that a wild Swedish beaver went crazy at the sight of an elderly swimmer and indulged in an orgy of slapping and physical violence.
“The beaver attacked the grandmother. She was seriously hit by the animal’s tail and received a number of bites and scratches,” an officer told the newspaper.
Surely not the first or last time that someone has regretted an encounter with really wild beaver.
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Mansinthe: booze o’ the day!
I’m not sure I’m up for this. Thanks (?) to Caddie, I’ve sampled actual absinthe, and I must say the experience was about as pleasurable as a fluoride treatment at the dentist‘s.
Now, apparently aware that there is essentially nothing you can do to make absinthe taste worse than it already does, Marilyn Manson is issuing his own brand of the noxious substance.
No word on who gets to “milk” him.
Now, if Trent Reznor wants to bottle his manjuice, I’ll take a case of it.
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WWTJD? What would Tom Jones do?
Well, it’s a question. When I was little I used to ask myself what Anne Murray would do…then it became Kate Jackson. Yeah, that’s how old I am!
In any case, men can do a lot worse than to ask themselves: What Would Tom Jones Do? Think about it: rudderless milquetoasts everywhere suddenly become assertive, seductive, sweaty, ice-cool, red hot, and Welsh-American-accented!
From CulturePulp, by Mike Russell
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