Tuesday, March 22, 2011


  Been away for a while. Sheer laziness is to blame. I'm the least motivated person. Certain issues have arisen and due to that I thought it might be a good idea to start writing again. I don't want to have to give backstory on everything I'm experiencing right now, so I'm just going to jump right in to it.

 My mom and dad hate each other's guts, no matter what they say to the contrary. They've proved that they're not above involving their children in their issues. My parents (whether subconsciously or consciously) continue to try and sway me and my brother to either side (lets say team M and team S). My brother is firmly team S due to either his own opinions or the indoctrinations of my mother. I used to be on team M, but have since removed myself from the playing field, because I was sick and tired of my adult-child parents and their stupid antics (I've told them both on separate occasions that I really just don't give a fuck about their problems with each other and they can go fuck themselves for all I care.) I recently spent a week in Florida. While in Florida, my mom got served with papers from my dad, who was taking her to court because certain objectives in the divorce agreement weren't met. Now, I guess this part requires a little back story. I've been living with my dad since I got kicked out of school (because my mom gave me the boot). I realized it would be prudent to not blow off my mom entirely (since she is STILL my mom and I still care about her)  I told her that I would stay at her house every other week. I wasn't able to commit to that because whenever her and I would get together, we would end up fighting. I've since changed my modus operandi from 'Talk about your problems and give your opinion' to 'Sit down, shut up, smile and nod.' It makes life a lot easier (conserving pride is moot at this point.) She made me promise that I would stay at her house from the 15th to question mark (when I got home from florida to when I decided to stay at my dads again) A few days ago, prior to her and my father going to court, my father informed me that the only reason she wanted me to stay at her house was so that she could tell the judge that  both me and my brother were living under her roof. (my dad was attempting to cease paying her child support since me and my brother are out of school and legally adults) ((Also, my brother has been living at home since he got back from living in the Caribbean)) My father told me that she played me, I was a pawn, etc. Now, I have no fucking idea what to do. I can't just call my mom on it because she'll instantly deny it. I don't know who I believe but I tend to lean towards believing my dad because he's always been pretty straight with me.

That's the situation I'm in right now...and damned if it seems like a reeeeeal pickle. I think the only way I'll ever be free from these two goddamn maniacs is if I move away.

In other news, I might be moving to florida next year...but as of right now, that's just wishful thinking.

Now, on to music!
The video is...pretty...stupid. But! This song is fucking ridiculously awesome! I can't even begin to describe how great it is! So, I won't. I'll let the song speak for itself.

but its a fucking great song.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

The Protomen

I want to talk today about an awesome band I found a few months ago. They're called The Protomen, and they're a rock band from Tennessee whose work is inspired by the first six Mega Man games for NES. I'm too lazy to actually tell the full story of the first album, so here it is straight from Wikipedia: "In Act I, the band's first album, Dr. Wily is represented as an Orwellian ruler over a dystopic City, full of humans who are too scared to stand up to his control. Dr. Light creates a "perfect man, an unbeatable machine", Protoman, to fight to free the City, but Protoman is destroyed by the overwhelming power of Wily's armies. Defeated and despairing, Dr. Light then creates a second son, Megaman, who he attempts to dissuade from battle. Megaman runs away from home and confronts his brother in an apocalyptic concluding battle." 
  How fucking awesome does that sound? The second album is basically a prequel to the first album, talking about how Doctor Light and Doctor Wiley became enemies in the first place, and how Doctor Wiley came to power.

Here's a song from the end of the first album, The apocalyptic battle between Mega Man and Protoman!

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Why don't you just sit down and trip balls for a few?

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Shitty. I could only find the live version. This song is "Personal Space Invader" by Andrew Jackson Jihad off of the album People Who Can Eat People Are the Luckiest People in the World. The entire song is good, but the last part of the song is what really gets me every time.
Welcome to this world have as much fun as you would like
While helping others have as much fun as you’re having
Be kind to those you love
And be kind to those you don’t
But for God’s sake you gotta be kind
And respectful, because we’re all one soul
Be the best fucking human that you can be

Yeah, man! That's what life is all about! 

I have faith in my fellow man, and I only hope that he has faith in me.

  There are very few people in my life whom I can stand for more than a few hours. There are even fewer people that I can stand for more than a day. Today I'm going to talk about one such individual. I've been friends with this girl since junior year of high school. We started hanging out after her older sister and my older brother dated for a while. I've watched her grow up from a quiet neeeeeeerd to an outgoing and infinitely interesting individual. She has an amazing taste in music, she's an astounding artist, and she's also one of the most mature and level-headed people I've ever met (and she's only 17). Every time we hang out is the best time we hang out (we hang out A LOT). I always learn something from her about life or people whenever we hang out. Conversation is never stale with her, and there's always something fun to do with her, whether it's listening to music, or just going for a drive in the car. I don't have any younger siblings of my own, but I consider her my pseudo-little sister. She's going to go far in life, and will do many amazing things.

 Does anyone else have someone like this in their life? Not specifically a pseudo-little sister, but someone who they can hang out with every day and never have a dull time, and that they care for deeply, and are a true bro straight down to the brone?

I don't have any crazy deep musings for either of these songs, except that they reflect my feelings about life almost exactly. People are awesome, we need money, and we fuck because we are lonely.

 I wish I had more money than I have
and I know that's not punk,
but I need to pay my rent.
I can't survive without money.
I can't survive without money.

And I want to eat red, red meat.
I want to feel it digesting inside of my tummy
and I support animal testing.
I'd kill a kitten to save a human being.

The human race, we are big, big dicks.
We fuck holes in the world and fuck everybody else
We fuck because we are lonely.
We fuck because we are lonely.

We ought to give it one more shot
we have to save the world
and bathe ourselves with love
because love is all we need
except that love isn't really all we need.

We need compassion
and we need empathy
and we need love
and we need money
or another way to fulfill the basic needs we all have. 

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

merry go round we go up and around we go

  I don't know why, but this blog is slowly starting to turn into a music review, as opposed to a journal. Maybe that's a good thing. I know I'd commit seppuku if I had to read someone's whiney writings. Well, I guess no one has to read this..and I guess no one really does..So it's a win/win?The song above is by Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti, off of their album "Before Today". Good song, right? Right. I love how the cover art for the single offends everyone's sensibilities. The art of course being a drawing of a man open-mouthed kissing a dog, drawn by Saimon Chow, from his Summer of Love series. I've always been interested in what offends people, and why it offends them. It's just art, guys. It's just a drawing of a guy kissing a dog. It isn't a drawing of Pope John Paul II getting skull-fucked by the members of Nirvana (Which would be hilarious). My feelings about this song can be summed up by Ultramincubed's youtube comment: 
"This song makes me feel like i am having the best beach volleyball match of my life but all of the sudden out of the sand emerges a massive lobster on the opposing team's side. he's so big, and his claws are proportionally large. not only that, he begins trash talking me, calling me "a weak man" and "a pussy." i start getting a bit discouraged, as the lob is blocking a lot of shots with his cheap big-ass claws. the other team catches up, and the whole match comes to down to the last point we win"
I agree sir, I wholeheartedly agree.


Tuesday, January 18, 2011


  Arial is what Times New Roman would be on casual fridays. It's been a bit since the last post. I figure it doesn't matter since these posts don't really mean anything to anyone but me. I guess that's freeing in a way, because I don't have to constantly post because people expect me to. I would be terrible at running a popular blog. I got kicked out of school last week. Got a letter in the mail stating the wheres and why-fores. Mother fuckers didn't even sign the damn thing! Just a computer generated letter. I don't know what I expected, really. I hardly ever went to class. I'm not angry at the school or anyone else, because I know it's no one's fault but my own. I guess I'm going to get a job and try to get my own apartment and go to community college now. I can't stand myself anymore. I'm attempting to do anything and everything so I'm not alone with my thoughts, because every time I am I just pick myself apart and make myself feel worse about everything in general. On a side note, I just found the best comment ever on YouTube about Andrew Jackson Jihad. The aforementioned comment is defending AJJ from being considered hipster music.  "I think this guy probably has a lot of hipsters listening to him. And those people are listening to him for the wrong reasons. If you can listen to this music because you feel what he feels and because you support his message, which is ultimately the triumph of humanity in spite of itself, the paradoxical oxymoron of living, then you can enjoy it and probably enjoy life, since his music is like life. It's far from perfect. It's not aesthetically beautiful. It's just there. It's just real." 

So, yeah...fuck. I didn't want this post to be all about Andrew Jackson Jihad, but Rejoice came on and I got all "Meeeehhh this song's all about my life, maaan". I wish more people were angry with me/disliked me/hated me so I didn't have to worry about disappointing people. My dad wasn't even mad (iaintevenmadbro.jpeg). That made me feel even worse than if he was rageface. I don't really have anything else to say. I'm gonna post some (read:all) lyrics to an Andrew Jackson Jihad song that is just....pfffff just the best. JUST THE BEST. Maybe by the next time I post I'll be happier, with a new job or apartment. PORBARBLY not.

Hey everything, fuck you
I hate everything you do to me
I despise every lie I've come to believe
And I hate every evil thing that I see
This juxtaposition of good and bad
Reminds me of the best and the worst dreams I've had
I'm either to happy or fucking sad
And I can't keep up with that
And my job, what a shame
Just a mountain of death filling up my brain
I'm always tied to the tracks of the train
Desperately afraid of going insane (like my family)
And I'd like to take advantage of a flock of wild birds
To make to make my escape from this planet
Christ almighty I am thirsty
I'm forever fat and ugly
Stumbling, bumbling, bastard, stubbly
Faces will always be hungry
And I don't know if I'm capable of helping anyone
I'm at the mercy of emotions of my better friends

My text can't capture the emotion that the lead singer puts into the words...Just humour me and listen to it. 

If it makes any difference, this isn't the version I wanted. My favorite version of the song Little Prince comes off of the Homestyle album. Look it up at your local library!