I feel cheap.

I've done it. I've jumped on the bandwagon. See more of my frightening visage at MySpace.
Ahhhh...the welcoming embrace of the friendly hive where people will actually publicly admit to being my friend.

It's fun to pick movies for movie night. Tonight we watched Space is the Place featuring Sun Ra and his Intergallactic Solar Arkestra. Now, I don't think I could sit through an entire Sun Ra recording, or concert, but that's just because I have strong feelings about saxaphones. ( Seriously, they serve no useful musical purpose any longer.) But, I do enjoy his fascinating view of the world, and to see it put forth in the cinematic medium...well, that's just good. Made in 1974, on a very small budget, it tells a tale of good vs. evil in the form of Sun Ra and the Overseer playing a game (or reading tarot cards) for the future of the earth. Of course, Mr. Ra and his crew had amazing costumes. There were some great lines, but the story line was kind of hard to follow. It was made by a man with a vision, and I belive they stuck to that vision as best they could in 1974 for whatever money was available.


Last week we saw Sins of the Fleshopoids. What a bizarre tale! From what I could glean, humans have made things such that they can laze about all day staring into mirrors, eating plastic fruit and other decadent pursuits. They've engineered robots to take care of all menial tasks, and work related things. Everything is going fine until the robots begin to feel towards eachother, and are caught in a lustful embrace by a human, who may or may not be a dictator or religious leader. Thus is the sin of the fleshopoids, I guess. The sets were very creative, and the costumes fit oddly. It was a silent movie, with random text bubbles emiting from various non-oral body parts.


Well, that's that...oh yeah, and Tucker Carlson is a total knob.

Russell the Love Muscle

I have to post this, because I am so proud that I got to meet the ONLY politician I have any respect for at all, with a couple drinks under my belt, without doing anything embarrassing. I didn't hump his leg, make him sign my boobs or nothing.

Senator Russ Feingold, you are great. You make me proud to be from Wisconsin, and you are one of the main reasons that Wisconsin is better than any other state (our love of debauchery is another). You work to protect the real version of America, the one that spawned true balls-out rock by people with brains, Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert, Lenny Bruce and Richard Pryor, Yippies and Beatniks. The America where a person isn't owned by a corporation, and a corporation doesn't have the same rights as a person. The America where folks can pretty much do what they want, when they want...as long as they aren't harming anyone else (who can live outside a womb). The America that other folks look up to because we genuinely want to help others and make things better for everyone. An America where we aren't a bunch of christian fanatic maniacs who want to shove our morality up everyone's asses without even being kind enough to spit on it first. An America where the President and the rest of our glorious leaders are responsible for their actions, and is answerable to the people. You make me want to fly the American flag. Thank you for persisting, thank you for keeping the spine you were born with, and thank you for standing up to EVERYONE ELSE (yeah, the rest of you democrats can suck it...hard...until I am fully satisfied...and then you can go crawl back into whatever hole spawned you) to protect and defend OUR Constitution. Thank you.


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What happened to our fantastic future?

First, never check out a DVD from the library if you are planning on actually watching it. If you need a shiny drink coaster, fine. If you want to watch it, don't bother. It will not play all the way through. At least that's been my experience.

Last night I almost experienced the film, 2001, in its entirety. I've never made it past the monkeys before last night, but with the help of my understanding boyfriend, we made it an hour in...before the library DVD became totally unwatchable due to skips and stalls. From what I understand (yes I could research, but I'm lazy) this film was made in 1968, and I'm guessing Kubrik was hoping that things in the year 2001 would actually be like the film. Wow. Not. Fucking. Close.

What ever happened to actually looking forward to the future? Nearly everyone I know is filled with a constant sense of dread and unease about what is going to happen next. Maybe it's just the current administration, but I don't think so. I think it's more likely the result of the demonization of the future in the popular culture. Where there is no more GLORIOUS FUTURE WORLD OF TOMORROW (GFWOT), regular folks don't have anything to look forward to or strive toward. From the space shows I've seen recently, there are no new inventions, no newer better developments, people don't treat eachother any better. Instead things are a complete polluted, distopic, rude, horrible, overpopulated hell on a dessicated earth. Now, if that's the only vision of the future you get to see, why the hell would you want to look forward to it?

Okay, well...that's about all I can say about that now. I have no more attention for tapping on this monkey board.

I am allowed one celebrity

My boyfriend and I have an understanding. If you have the chance to have sex with your "One Celebrity Lay" (OCL), you get to without guilt or getting any hassle from the other. His is Kim Deal. I'm more fickle or slutty. In the past I've had on my list: The Rock, Jason Schwartzman, Vin Diesel, Johnny Depp, Jack Black, Brad Pitt (what was I thinking?!), Jack White(master of the 3rd White Stripe)...however, they are all dead to me now. My new OCL forever is....
Mr. Demetri Martin.

Sir, I want to make sweet love to you, in whatever way you find pleasing, for one night, or however long you feel like it. I'm not a very attractive woman when covered in blood, but clean me off and I'm fairly adequate. Due to the nature of my work, I have access to a wide variety of condoms and sensual lubricants, so that shouldn't be a worry. Thank you.

If you want to race the devil...

you'd better be fast as hell!
That's the tagline from this Monday's fabulous selection, Race With The Devil, starring Peter Fonda, Warren Oates, Loretta Swit and Lara Parker. First, lets start with my critique of each individual lead in this movie..
Peter Fonda? High as a lord.
Warren Oates? Drunk, but can act sober at times.
Loretta Swit? She called this one in, seriously, she couldn't have ACTED more bored, and was seemingly disgusted by Warren, who played her husband.
Lara Parker? Brilliant, as soon as things got freaky, she was completely in her element, she wasn't just ACTING afraid, she WAS terrified!

We started into the film expecting to barely be entertained by it, and were busily entertaining our selves with snarky comments when it surprisingly became an engaging and creepy thriller involving Satanists stalking the RV-ers who witnessed and reported their murderous ritual. The director did a great job building the suspicion and fear with barely any gore and without much direct interaction between the pursued, and the pursuers...or is there?? That's the mystery really, who should these people trust in this strange part of Texas? For most folks, the highlight of the film would have to involve the (at least) 20 minute RV chase at the end, which was indeed spectacular. My personal highlight is when Lara (playing P.Fonda's wife), is swimming at the pool in the RV park, and comes to the realization that perhaps things at the RV park aren't as safe as they seem. Definetly an underrated movie that certian horror directors should really learn a lesson from. You don't need gallons of blood, gore and graphic depictions of human torture to make a truely scary movie...you need to be clever enough to be able to create an atmosphere of creepyness, where everything is just wrong enough.

Fill, the alien

We saw an surprising selection for movie night on Monday. Phil The Alien, kind of like if Ween made a drunken alien/messiah movie set in the nor't woods of Canada with Matt Stone and Trey Parker. Seriously! What a bizarre performance R. Stefaniauk delivered as the alien. Chewing booze and sets, he's really the number one reason to see this film. The music is almost as good as anything Matt and Trey have in their flims, though with less profanity. If you like strange films, made by people who HAVE to make them, then this is indeed something for you.

Right now I'm prevuing CD's for show tonight. Because I'm lame, I'm actually looking forward to the cab ride to WORT, because The Man says, all travel is supposed to be limited to "essential" travel due to the snow...and I say FUCK THE MAN! Mmmmm...I'm taking a cab to deliver ENTERTAINMENT for my own personal enjoyment!!! I can't imagine a less essential reason to go out. Anyway, back to the CD's and what I think of them.

The Mummies - Here Come The Mummies
No, not the 60's style garage rockers who dress as mummies, but the 70's style party funkers made up of members of Parlement. At least that's what folks say. I checked their website and there was no mention of Parlement or their real names. They do have funk, just not as much as I'd expect from Actual Members of Parlement. It is fun, and happy good time party music, so what am I complaining about? They kind of remind me of Fishbone mixed with Mr. Bungle.

Geo. Clinton & The P-Funk Allstars - How Late D U Have 2BB4UR Absent?
Didn't listen to all these songs, but there are some good selections. I like the Pfunk crew most when they're totally freaking AND rocking out. Thusly, I skipped the slow selections, AND focused on the songs that seemed to be mostly about drugs. Those were good, not too many swears (good for a radio show), and an awesome rendition of Goodnight Sweetheart Goodnight - which reminds me that I should play some TV on the Radio.

All-Body Band - Slammin'
Okay, this isn't really my thing. Bobby McFerrin killed me for body based music. I mean, I understand there is some skill and talent necessicary to do that, and I know I don't have that. Plus, it's too slow and jazzy without not enough messed up beat boxing. I can almost deal with it without screaming "turn it off! I won't be happy!!! You can't make me stop worrying!!!" when they're just making noises in a musical fashion, but the ladies don't really need to sing. I don't like it when ladies sing for some reason.

Penuckle - The Sun Beckons...
This is pretty decent politically aware hip hop. Unfortunately, there is alot of uncensored swearing making it almost impossible to play on the air. Fuck you FCC... Fuck. You. Anyway, clever raps and good stories with a pretty laid-back flow. Ugh...I'm tired of looking at a screen, it's a snow day damnit!!
SNOW DAY!!!

You see, I slack.

It's like religion must be. Slack, that is.

Remember: these are some of your favorite albums of 2005
I'll add links when someone makes it easy to do on a Mac damnit.
Sleater Kinney - The Woods
Gogol Bordello - Underdog World Strike
Negativland - No Business
Dirtbombs - If You Don't Already Have A Look
Messer Chups - Crazy Price
The Fall- Heads Roll
Screamin Cyn Cyn and the Pons - Babysit
White Stripes - Get Behind Me Satan
Of Montreal - The Sunlandic Twins
Franz Ferdinand - You Could Have Had It So Much Better
Go! Team - Thunder Lightening Strike
M.I.A. - Arular
Raveonettes - Pretty In Black
Super Furry Animals - Love Kraft
Amadou and Miriam - Dimanche A Bamako
Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings - Naturally
Kanye West - Late Registration
Fanny Pack - See You Next Tuesday
Brian Eno - Another Day On Earth

Gee whiz...that's about enough now.

Fantastic!

Tonight's movie selection was Lipstick and Dynamite. A documentary of the girls of wrestling, back when it started, in the 40's and 50's. These ladies were all tough ass kickers, but it seems just as often life dished it right back. It's got your general documentary format of old footage, commentary by and interviews with the remaining ladies, so it's really the subject matter that makes this film great. It's something I never knew about, and certianly probably will never come close to experiencing. It's pretty inspiring for me to see that these women are still talking, walking and sometimes fighting after seeing some of the brutal hits they took...and gave. They get to talk about how and why they got into wrestling, what roles they played in the wrestling world, and what came of their lives afterwards. It is a combination of inspiring, sad, and jaw dropping that makes me say...Thank you, thank you first ladies of wrestling, you kicked ass, and we are all the better for it.

I'm on the Radio

Oh yes, oh yes indeed. I am part of a collective who programs and hosts a radio show called Psychoacoustics, on WORT 89.9 FM. However, tonight, I am looking after the Leopard Print Lounge for the stunning Ms. Jenni. Oh she's lovely....
Anyway, I figured I'd post the play list...
Messer Chups - A Plateful Brain - Crazy Price
Princess Superstar - DJ(self) Starter Kit - C.E.O.
Devo - Come Back Jonee - Are We Not Men?
Morningwood - Nth Degree - Morningwood
Andre Williams w/The Sadies - Shake A Tailfeather - For A Decade of Sin: 11 Years of Bloodshot Records
The Go! Team - The Power Is On - Thunder, Lightening, Strike
Os Mutantes - Bat Macumba - Nuggets, Vol. 4
Captain Beefheart - Electricity - Safe As Milk
One Self - Trying to Speak - Children of Possibility
The Fall - Youwanner - Heads Roll
Didley Squat - My Better Half - Burning Alive Making A Living
XTC - Grass - Skylarking
Meow Meow - Sick Fixation - snow gas bones
Dungen - Solen stiger upp Del.1 & Del.2 - Stadsvandringar
The Amps - First Revival - Pacer
Bongwater - Ride My SeeSaw - Double Bummer
Turbonegro - Wasted Again - Party Animals
Moistboyz - That's What Rock'n'Roll Can Do - IV
Spinal Tap - Sex Farm - (The Black Album)
Puffy AmiYumi - Sayonara - Nice
Eno - Baby's On Fire - Here Come The Warm Jets
Bauhaus - Third Uncle - Swing The Heartache
MC5 - Rocket Reducer No. 62 (Rama Lama Fa Fa Fa) - The Big Bang! Best of...
Dirtbombs - Candyass - If You Don't Already Have A Look
Sly & The Family Stone - Don't Call Me Nigger, Whitey - The Essential...
Gogol Bordello - Think Globally, Fuck Locally - Underground World Strike
Sleater Kinney - Rollercoaster - The Woods
TV On The Radio - Don't Love You - Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty Babes
Ween - The Argus - Quebec
Zacherley - Ring-a-Ding Orangoutang - Sing Along With...
Headpump - Don't Touch It - Org@sm.com
!!! - Pardon My Freedom - Louden Up Now
Buck 65 - The Centaur - This Right Here Is
Math - Pomp & Circumstance - Basic
Ricardo Autobahn - Battle of the Planets 04 (remix) - Battle of the Planets Soundtrack

And somewhere in there I played two selections by the Pixies, Subacultcha & Manta Ray off of Live at the BBC

Movie Night

Tonight we had an awe inspiring selection known as "The Horrors of Spider Island". It was about a group of 8 women (they're "dancers") and a man (he's their manager) who end up stranded on a deserted island on their way to Singapore. There was alot of island, but not too many horrors, or spiders. This film was memorable for two reasons. 1. The world's most poorly choregraphed fight scenes. 2. The women were hot. I think number one speaks for itself, men, women, giant spiders, it was like watching Bela Lugosi wrestle a giant rubber octopus in a cold slimy pool. Number two goes like this. In what kind of world do we live in where scrawny, airbrushed, talentless, blonds are considered hotter than real talentless women with actual breasts, tummies, hips and a variety of nose shapes. Fucking-a man. I'm not talking obese women here, but these women were totally sexy. They looked like amazon women compared to what passes for hot these days. They had bouncy boobs, nice curves and SASS. Hell, I think I even caught a glimpse of cellulite. Granted, it isn't super hot, but considering you never see anyone with anything close to a less than perfect body on screen, just the forbidden nature of it's existance is intreguing. I'm talking actual sized people with wrinkles, body hair and dimples. I just have a hard time beliving that normal, rational men are really turned on by junkies with cheese cutter shoulders, or barbie dolls. Do heterosexual men secretly fantasize about having sex with a woman with the body of a 12 year old boy? Because if that's the case, it kind of freaks me out.

Oh yeah, and Hillary Clinton can suck my choad. I do not care that we share similar genitalia. I do not care that she might be the First Woman President, because she's an awful hag who shouldn't be allowed to call herself a democrat. Until recently I had the idea that democrats were for freedom of all sorts, but I am quickly learning otherwise. Just thinking that many people who seem to share my beliefs don't think that anyone should be able to do whatever they want as long as they aren't directly inflicting themselves on another in an immediately harmful way, that folks shouldn't be allowed to say WHATEVER THE FUCK THEY WANT, and that video games, movies and music cause violence, well it kind of makes me want to vomit out my eyes. She's for the war, and against flag burning, and that's all I need to know to decide right now that, barring a substantial donation on someones part, I will not be voting for her, ever. Hell, I'm sure she's secretly anti-choice, but I know she'll say anything to get elected. I will, in fact, go out of my way to discourage others to do the same. Because you know what? I think that the First Woman President should be someone who is forward thinking and shares my beliefs on total personal freedom.

I'm learning.

This was my halloween costume from a couple years ago.
I love being bloody.

Lizstomania

Lizstomania is a film directed by Ken Russel, and starring Roger Daltrey. From the characters names, I can confabulate that this film may be about a musical rivalry between Franz Liszt and Richard Wagner. Once female satan, catholic church, nazi's and a penis the size of two Roger Daltrey's are introduced, the whole thing gets a little muddy. Beautiful set design and costuming make me think that the plot and storyline may be an after thought. The plethora of penii certianly got one thinking, about something.

On another note, one might say that Duke Cunningham should be taken out and punched in the face on national teevee as he is a worthless bribe taking pile of shit wrapped in skin. Cry you big fat baby...CRY BECAUSE IT MAKES ME HAPPY!

So tired

I'm tired of blogging.
It's dull.

I been slacking

I feel guilty for not writing, even though no one reads. I've been so angry and disappointed lately that I've been self medicating into thoughtlessness every night, and I FEEL FINE DAMNIT!

Seriously, the cable news has gone back on the ol' missing white girl/celebrety news (does anyone really care?)gravy train. I guess having a couple square hundred miles of homes, businesses and natural areas wiped out by a hurricane, and a two wars (remember afghanistan? we've still got guys there too!) and every republican being charged with some criminal violation isn't news any more.

Random crapola -
CD's
Dimension Mix - a compilation of remixes and covers of Bruce Haak and Esther Nelson songs by some of todays best artists. Beck was hardly disappointing (thanks scientology for destroying the spokesman of MY generation! You rotten fucks), and the rest of the album is stellar!! Great music from Eels, Tipsy, Fantastic Plastic Machine...and Money Mark's contribution was just plain creepy. I will be featuring this on my radio show this week.

Fall - Heads Roll - A great new album by my favorite pronunciationalist, Mark E. Smith. Not as consistantly good as The Real New Fall EP, but there is lots of good stuff on here. While I generally only like fast songs, it's nice to hear them playing in a variety of tempos. Bonus! A cover of "I Can Hear The Grass Grow" Mark E. Smith. I love you.

Other good stuff:
Roller Derby - I gots me that ol' ache again, and it burns so good. Back to practice, back to knocking down girls on skates...back to getting my ass whupped by everyone else who is way more motivated to excersise than I will ever be. I should seriously do my sit and push-ups at home...but I hate 'em! Being a childfree adult, it's hard for me to do the things I hate. It's not like I need to be a good role model or anything.

Billy Nayer Show - I love the movie American Astronaut, and all their music. My boyfriend was lucky enough to go see them last night in Milwaukee, and brought back tons of BNS schwag and a caramel apple (not associated with BNS). He said it was a great show.

Now I'm outta steam, and feel I've fufilled my obligations to myself. I guess I'll go back to the salt mines now.

Chatty today?

Okay, I know don't know what the hell I'm doing here.
As soon as I posted the CNN post, I got a whole bunch of messages about how interesting my blog was (all TWO posts!), to keep going with it and then pointing me in the direction of (I'm guessing) their blogs. I am guessing these would be blogs about selling crap, financing auto loans, or building a wine cellar. Not really what I'm into, being a slacker who works full time at a nonprofit agency, I don't have a lot of crap to sell, nor do I have money or time to invest in new cars, homes or wine cellars.

I am guessing, because I am both paranoid and cynical, that these posters are fakes, and out to get my boo-boo, not actually people who are reading this. Now if you have been able to stomach my rantings enough to keep reading and enourage me, kudos to you! You are probably a patient, kind and thoughtful person. HOWEVER, if you are a person who has sunk so low as to SPAM comment on folks' blogs...jebus crisp, I already get enough unwanted crap in my email box, I REALLY don't want it here.

Enlightening suggestions or comments? Anyone? Anyone?

I hate CNN

I hate celebrities and I hate CNN for reporting on celebrities like they were real people who did interesting things. I hate that CNN has an hour of entertainment news from 6 till 7pm, like it's news that some talentless dumbass married a pouty mouthed slag, or some dickweed with too much damn money bought a house or some cow of a singer made a baby with her whore of a boyfriend. GUESS WHAT???!! NORMAL PEOPLE DO SHIT LIKE THAT EVERY DAY and you don't hear about it. Is it because celebrities are really SO COMPLETELY STUPID that it is in fact news that they are able to complete these mundane tasks without the assistance of a personal care attendant? Oh wait...THEY DON'T. They actually do each have a posse of attendants, secretaries, trainers and assistants so they don't have to actually DO ANY ACTUAL TASKS....BECAUSE THEY'RE CELEBRITIES YOU SEE, and thusly MUCH MUCH BETTER and MORE SPECIAL than you or I.

Unfortunately, I do not feel better, because I still have to hear about those rotten assholes every time I turn on a television, radio or leave my damn house.

I don't even read the damn things, but I do enjoy going off about crap. I do not care about spelling or grammar, if you can understand what I'm trying to say, great. If not, please feel free to ask. Ask all the questions you want, I may or may not answer them. Lets just call this is my happy fun playground time to tap on the monkey board. If you must join in, fine.

Every once in a while a news, or weather, person will....I dunno how to put it...catch hold of my imagination. Richard Quest of CNN-International, Dave Schwartz of the Weather Channel and now....Rita Cosby. God, I love her voice. I love how she doesn't ever seem to ask questions, just verify how horrible something is with the folks who've just been through it. I love how she dresses, like your favorite teacher in 5th grade, you know, the one who remembered your birthday and smelled like strawberries. All those bitches on FOX, they sound the same and look like porn stars. I don't want some hot chick with perky tits telling me that the world is ending. I want one of those perfect ladies from the suburbs who'll dish up horror with a side serving of mashed potatoes and gravy. Plus, she really does have the strangest voice on television, and that's just plain cool. Let your freak flag fly, sister! And she helps me go to sleep...so I'd better lie down on the couch and listen to her oddly soothing tones.