Thank You Silent and Baby Boomer Generations*

Thank you for the work you did to popular music. You wanted something syncopated, uptempo, with back-beats, and definitely physically charged.

Your work has, so far, culminated in awesomeness. And knowing the artist in this case, we may have only seen the beginning.

Wa-wa-what did you say? Huh?; You're don't think this is awesome? [you're wrong] Sorry; I cannot hear you, I'm kinda busy

Just Don't

I love you, Energy 92. You give me the high bpm I need. You have Greg and Fernando, but wtf is up with playing the dance remixes of Pink songs? Who the hell is making those in the first place? No one wants to dance to her song about her dead friend, or her crumbling marriage. None of her other songs are fast enough for dance beats either. And let's not even mention Katy Perry, ugh! Are you trying to make her sound slow and retarded? Just stop - if I want to hear those songs, I'll listen to my CDs.

Fight Oppression by Pants

From a Michigan friend

You can de-pant if you want to.
You can leave your trowsas behind.
Because if you wear pants, and if you use pants, then you're no friend of mine.
Hey depant.
Hey depant.
Everyone loosen their pants.

It seems she has also learned the excitement of skirts :D

Once Again, Nothing New

Oops!

Well, I'm getting more visitors, it seems, and hopefully more than just my parents. But to keep everyone coming back, and maybe, someday *gasp* leaving a comment, I must post. Post. Post. Post.

I have tons of drafts saved up, some that will never be public, some about race, some about TV, at least one very important MST3k post, one about life in California, and a few other random things. I wrote one after my trip to SFMOMA. I'd love to publish it, but its kind of crappy. It is supposed to be about how I have an eye for beauty, and then how being surrounded by beauty reminded me of someone I find rather special. I came up with what seemed like great lines, encompassing one of my newer theories. This theory is actually inspired by a line in an Ani DeFranco song about how men are like delicate flowers. A couple of readers should recognize that one.

I guess its more like a hypothesis? I am becoming cognizant about how I misuse the word theory. I want to help retain its scientific importance. The atheists sent out the peanut butter and bananas creationist videos the other day. My brain cells are hurting so much, even from about 20 seconds of the peanut butter one. Peanut butter jars can not create life from non-life, but some scientists in not America are on the verge of creating life from non-life. Science has some very good approximations about how life was created on earth and are testing them on a daily basis. Assuming some entity did it inhibits creativity, intelligence, and yes, an improved standard of living. Just because a creationist doesn't understand science doesn't mean that no one else can either.

Hmm, I promised not to make this blog bitchy, does this count?

Several Loves Together as One

Mike as Morrissey in MST3k. Featuring a song written at a time in Morrissey's life when he was very very sad, breakfast.

Did I mention that I cried? Morrissey is very very sad, no doubt, but thats what makes him great, in my eyes. He rocks out without so well without ever shouting or screaming, and when you're feeling depressed, you can always count on him being there, in your MP3 or CD player, feeling even worse. No, its not wrong not to always be glad, and please, tell me more.