Wednesday, June 27, 2007



What do you guys do at computer jobs all day?

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Me 'scusy!



Excuse me, if we're going to talk about any album in Sugar Ray's illustrious discography can we please talk about 14:59? Fly is a good song, but not worth it if you get the radio edited version without raggae legend Supercat. Now -- If it's no good without the guest star element, is it in fact a good song?

The lyrics are enjoyable, but become instantly classic when accompanied by "hiya hiya hiya hiya hiya hiya hiya hiya high!," and "Lord 'ave mercy!". Perhaps most memorably in this classic is when Mark McGrath poses the question to Supercat "Who knows how long I've loved you?" Supercat, unabashed, replies, "It's like ten!"

Brilliant.

Wihtout Supercat, though, the song is only fun '90's pop. It's like "Tubthumpin'" without English accents. It's still a good song, but lacking that little groin pumping "oomph".

But 14:59 is an album of beautifully composed ballads, jams, and playful melodies. A "Brandenburg Variations" for a new era. Let's talk about that. Let's quote that. Let's give the Sugar Ray discography the thought it deserves. Let's transcend our conception of music.

Let's love 14:59.

Monday, June 18, 2007

Fly!

All around the world statues crumble for me
who knows how long I've loved you
everywhere I go people stop and they see
twenty-five years old my mother God rest her soul
I just wanna fly
put your arms around me, baby [x2]
I just wanna fly
put your arms around me, baby [x2]
dance a little stranger, show me where you've been
love can make you hostage wanna do it again
there's no time to think about the starting or the end
we'll find out I'm told, my mother she told me so
I just wanna fly
put your arms around me, baby [x2]
I just wanna fly
put your arms around me, baby [x2]
I just want to fly- [x2]
[Bridge]
all around the world, statues crumble for me
who knows how long I've loved you
everyone I know has been so good to me
twenty-five years old, my mother God rest her soul
I just wanna fly
Put your arms around me, baby [x2]
I just wanna fly
Put your arms around me, baby [x2]
I just want to fly- [x2]

Friday, June 15, 2007

Frickety-fresh!

The Aquabats got a kids show finally. It's coming in the fall of 2007 to Nick jr.



http://www.wildbrain.com/about_us/press/press_YGG.html

To the gumshot who eat jelly-bread. You will pay.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

woah buddy

funny!

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

THUNDERBLOG! how I've neglected thee

Unfortunately, my job at work does not allow me regular access to the internets, which limits my thunderblogging capabilities. But fear not! I am a little buzzed right now, which means I am able to spout ad nauseum about the little things which kick around my head on a daily basis. Today, that happened to be the subject of kids who study abroad.



I think studying abroad is an awesome idea. College is probably the only chance many people would ever get to experience another culture for any extended period of time, and I respect that. What aggravates the living bejesus out of me is how people who are in another country feel the absolute need to tell their acquaintances back home about how they are "having to remind themselves that they're actually in ROME!!! OMG!"

Facebook, AIM, no matter the medium, study abroad kids are obsessed with informing the people who they've left behind about what a great experience they're missing back home. Yea, awesome dude! I know staying in suburban England has totally changed your life, I mean... the people here are so real, not like back in the States, man! I've been told that yanks in England will get drunk and all of a sudden realize they have English accents! OMG, dude, I just got totally absorbed in the local culture that I feel like I've become part of it, bro.

Just because you've spent thousands of your parents' dollars to get wasted in some sheltered American college campus....

...in Europe...

...doesn't mean you're not the same old douchebag getting wasted on a sheltered American college campus. Go somewhere and do something fucking worthwhile; teach, work, learn in a place that makes you suffer, makes you change, makes you poor, makes you become something you couldn't be in Central New Jersey.

Most of all, stay off of the fucking facebook when you're in the middle of a life-altering experience, the world continues to spin while you're gone, and we've been doing just fine without you, you self-centered brats.

PARKER: THE SCURGE OF MOLDAVIA



On a mountain of skulls, in a castle of pain, I shat on a plastic box of blood! What was will be! What is will be no more! Now is the season of evil!

Friday, June 8, 2007

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