Feb/100
Dear God, I love science.
Mercury Thiocyanate decomposition... by flame! Otherwise known as "The Bog Monster Cometh." Viewed surprisingly well to mellow techno.
Feb/105
Brad Nowell.
Ever since about 1997, shit, when I was fourteen, I’ve been in love with Sublime. I remember paddling down the Sand River in Lake Superior Provincial Park, bobbing my head to the killer sound of Wrong Way and April 29, 1992 (Miami), in a canoe and on my Sony Discman… Wow, those were the days. There was just something perfect about the ska/punk sound, the lyrics, which were so easy to pick up, and Brad Nowell’s voice rivals any of the greats, living or dead and you all know it. I don’t think I’ve ever been to a party or a cottage or the beach without someone righteously demanding and playing Sublime, it just goes without saying. Sublime means summer and is essential to it; one cannot be without the other. I've always been intrigued by what really happened to Nowell, so I figured you guys would too.
Feb/100
More Gunshow.
I was in the Guelph Library today and made the mistake of looking at my new favorite comic. I laughed so loudly, most people stopped their conversations, shouldered their coffees, pencil cased their writing utensils and gave me the cock eye....
I have now officially commandeered this blog and am patiently waiting for a mutinous rebellion...
Jan/100
Thou wimpled unwash’d malt-worm!
If you're looking to insult friends and enemies alike with the pomp and style of "Shakedaddy," here is the place to collect your insults. Back in the day skullets were acceptable? Hmmm. Pickled herring!
Thou art a flesh monger, a fool, and a coward!
Jan/100
Exquisite game.
Last night I threw away my vow of staying in and doing my readings and catching up on homework, as I was convinced by my friends that that idea was just way too boring and lame. So being the artistic thinking dude I am, I borrowed an idea I got from a good friend and had the group at the party play a game. It's based on an artistic concept called Exquisite Corpse, where an artist would draw the head of a person and then fold it up on the paper and hand it off to the next artist who would complete the torso and so on.
But, instead of drawing parts of the body onto the paper, each person writes down a sentence, folds the paper so no one sees it, and then someone who can yell over top of everyone's drunken giggles reads out the hilarious quotes and blurbs. This game can form some of the most hilarious monologues you'll ever hear. Try it out, yo!
Jan/102
Rare photos of the cool.
Found a website that rivals The Impossible Cool. Nothing better than perusing photos of the coolest people eva!
PH0T0ADAY.
FLICKR TAG W0RD.CA.
