Thursday, 31 May 2012

Sigh. I'm trying not to turn into an old man. The last thing I want to do is stand on my front porch and shake my fist at all the kids walking by, screaming, "You punks should be in school!" I've always hated all those boring old coots who talk about "the good old days," and it's one of my goals in life not to turn into one.

Still, I don't think anybody could deny that the world has taken a horrible turn. The problem is, kids these days just don't want to work. There's just no incentive any more! You turn on the TV and see some nobody from Bag O' Pretzels, Iowa sing two lines of a song and next thing you know they're a star. Without the slightest bit of effort, the kids are set for life.

I think it started with YouTube. Some twelve-year-old who took piano lessons posted a video of himself playing a Lady Gaga tune, and next thing you know he's on Ellen. Justin Bieber posted videos of himself singing even before he was big enough to reach a piano, and now his fans tear down shopping malls to see him. Where's the effort? What happened to all the hard work?

Reality talent shows were the final nail in hard work's coffin. That's all the career planning kids do these days: decide if they want to sing their hearts out on The Voice or just burp through a tune on America's Got Talent. Twenty-four hours later they're flying around in their private jet, boffing some tween actress from a Disney movie!

I can't help but shake my head. Back when I was a kid, you had to work for singing success. Simon Cowell wasn't going to be your mentor. You weren't going straight from your crib to TV. No, if you wanted to be a successful singer, there was just one long, painful path that was open to you.

You had to pretend to be gay.

Take Mick Jagger -- you know, the guy who was married for like sixty years to that supermodel/housewife Jerry Hall. Now that he's famous, he fucks every Brazilian model that gets within eighty feet of him. When he was starting out, though, did he post videos of himself on YouTube? No. His road to success went the hard way: he made out with David Bowie and said, "Hey, look, everybody! I'm queer!"

And then there's Lou Reed. Lou's been in a La-Z-Boy next to Laurie Anderson since man discovered chicken, celebrating the fruit of all his hard work. But back when he was starting out, could he just croon a couple notes in front of Christina Aguilera and get signed to a record deal? No! He had to wear leather jackets and write songs about getting blown by TVs.

Maybe I am old. Maybe I sound like a grandpa. But the truth is, I long for those days when a singer had to pretend he fucked dudes in dark alleys if he wanted to get anywhere. And maybe I'm a dreamer, but I think eventually we'll return to that America that I know and love. One day I'll fire up Spotify and it'll ask me to listen to some androgynous guy belt out a ballad about buttfucking. Sure, it's difficult. It's painful. But wasn't America built on hard work?

News Roundup (Doc Watson, Zachary Aasman, Matt Paxton)

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Links: Zachary Aasman, Video Courtesy of StreetFolkSessions

Links: Matt Paxton, More Matt Paxton Stories, Video Courtesy of DirkFimbob

Wednesday, 30 May 2012

Today's Hit Viral Video in Two Acts and Eight Scenes

Act 1

Scene 1: Three guys discuss their Chevy Sonic and their plans for a prank: in the middle of the night they'll bury a treasure chest on a deserted beach, then they'll unearth it after the beach is full.

Scene 2: They bury the chest and wait. When the sun comes out and the beach teems with bathers, they break out metal detectors and pretend to discover it.

Scene 3: Somehow finding three handy shovels, they dig. A curious crowd forms. A shovel hits something, and the onlookers buzz with excitement. Could it be . . . buried treasure?

Act 2

Scene 1: The three guys continue to shovel until the top of the chest is completely exposed. The onlookers, now numbering in the hundreds, go wild. They chant, "Open it!"

Scene 2: The guys pry open the lid and discover the "ancient gold." The crowd goes berzerk!

Scene 3: Realizing it's just three wimpy dudes separating them from a fortune in gold, the bystanders attack the men and dive onto the coins, madly grabbing for anything they can steal.

Scene 4: They discover it's not really gold.

Scene 5: Well, but it's chocolate! Everybody laughs.


Doctors in India have operated to remove a live fish from the lung of a 12-year-old boy.

Anil Barela swallowed the 3 1/2" fish while playing in a river. Indian boys commonly swallow live fish - but this one went down the wrong way and entered the boy's left lung. After he started feeling short of breath, doctors removed the fish in a 45 minute operation.

Sigh. Yes, I totally believe this story. Because though x-rays can see through flesh and blood and organ and bone, they're no match for Mr. Flippy.

New Dave Gould CD: ADAD

In the review of Dave Gould's CD, Truck for Sale, a few months ago, we described it as sometimes strange, edgy and alternative. It turns out that was just the beginning.

His follow up, ADAD (it stands for Attention Deficit Artist’s Disorder) is a truly quirky, experimental record where the rules have been flung out the window.

The singer/songwriter uses electronic beeps, percussive sounds, acoustic guitar and a few other odd bits to create a genre-defying experience that will blow your mind. This CD is definitely for those who aren't afraid to try something new and different.

The disc is available at his live shows and as a download on iTunes and eMusic.

Below is a video from the CD release party, courtesy of Ghastly H.

Blast from the Past: Dave Gould and others@Open Streets 2010

Monday, 28 May 2012

New S.G. Sinnicks CD: The Last Irishman in Corktown

Steeltown singer/songwriter S.G. (Steve) Sinnicks always puts a lot of real life into his songs and his latest CD, The Last Irishman in Corktown is no exception.

Sinnicks's lyrics incorporate politics (Christians, Miss America) Hamilton culture (the title track), and much more. The result is a down to earth, honest recording.

There are many shades on this disc. From the high energy of Man from the Ministry to the jazzy tones of Face and the Celtic influences of the title track. The musical artistry is amazing.

Steve's backed by a number of local musicians, Tone Valcic, Randal Hill, Dino Verginella and Michael Boguski (of Blue Rodeo)

The CD is available at his live shows and at his website. You can also download it from his site.

Below is an interview and live performance of the title track.

Blast from the Past: Steve Sinnicks@Rebel's Rock

Links: Steve Sinnicks, More Steve Sinnicks Stories

Thursday, 24 May 2012

I usually don't tell my readers to buy stuff, but today I found an incredible offer I just can't refuse. For a limited time only, you can buy this little ride-on car from Groupon that's worth faaar more than $44 in technological achievements alone.

I mean, look at all those impressive words: Inertia. Centrifugal force. Friction. I don't think I've ever seen anything that was inexpensive yet totally obeyed the laws of nature. Why, I'll bet Isaac Newton is totally frictionless in his grave!

Now, okay, maybe if you think about it, it isn't all that impressive. Inertia: the tendency of an object at rest to stay at rest. Maybe the folks who wrote this are unaware, but this pretty much means, "If your kid weighs more than eight ounces, YOU'VE GOT TO PUSH THIS THING LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER."

Then there's centrifugal force. This is when something moving in a circle behaves as if it's experiencing an outward force. It might not be something you look for in a children's toy, as it kind of means, "Jerk the steering wheel hard and kid face hits pavement." Concerned parents probably don't buy toys because the box says they're like tiny Suzuki Samurais.

Still, those minor deficiencies are dwarfed by the fact that this amazing little car is powered by friction. Friction, you know, is the impedance caused by two objects in contact: in this case, plastic wheels and concrete. See, without friction, if you gave your kid a little push, he'd never stop. Two hundred years from now, there'd be a tiny skeleton puttering through Chinatown. Thanks to friction, though, he'll stop! This little puppy will actually zip along at nearly six miles an hour, provided you're pushing it while running sixty-five. I say thank god someone's finally harnessed the awesome power of friction, and I call on automakers everywhere to follow suit. I mean, think of how much greener the world would be if you had to push your Prius everywhere you went.

Last, I don't mean to brag but I've nearly got a degree in Physics from a top online university, and there's one force they forgot. Gravity! I'll bet if you push this sucker off a forty-foot cliff, it would really move.

In closing, my sincere compliments to whoever thought up the name. Really, PlaSmart PlasmaCar? The "Smart" and "car" parts conjure up thoughts of electric motors. "Plasma" makes me think of high-tech TVs, or selling my blood to pay for that online university. I'd never have believed that any of these words would relate to this thing. That's why I'm not in marketing, I guess. I'd probably have gone with "U push it and it might move, it's a big plastic paperweight on wheels!!!" though if I read something like that, I wouldn't be ordering six as we speak.

News Roundup (Gaslight Alley, Whitehorse, Cartoons)

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Links: Gaslight Alley, More Gaslight Alley Stories, Video Courtesy of Gaslight Alley

Links: Whitehorse, More Whitehorse Stories, Video courtesy of MikePrzysiezny

Wednesday, 23 May 2012

Steve Didemus Passes

It is with sadness that we announce the passing of local musician Steve Didemus.

Here is a quote from his friend (and musical partner) Chris Cracknell.

"As you no doubt know, Steve had been very ill for a very long time. We were hoping for a new lung but it just wasn't to be. He went into the hospital last Thursday with uncontrolled bleeding in his lung. He was put on a ventilator and sedated. He never regained consciousness. After consulting with his physician, family, and friends the decision was made to terminate life support and let our dear friend go as there was no reasonable hope of recovery. He died shortly afterwards, very peacefully. His son Matt and I were with him to the very end. He did not suffer at all. Steve leaves behind two children, Matt and Amy who he was so very proud of and loved deeply as well as many friends."

Click here for the obituary

Our condolences to his friends and family.

Click here for more Steve Didemus stories.

Blast from the Past: Steve Didemus and Chris Cracknell@Pheasant Plucker

Who's the Douchier Hanks Offspring?

Sigh. Tom Hanks sounds like a pretty cool guy. He's politically correct, he supports lots of charities, he makes quality productions, and he's ecologically aware. Sadly, he's got a couple apples that fell quite some distance from the tree. Who's the douchier of his sons -- Colin (actor from "That Thing You Do"), or Chester (aka rich white rapper Chet Haze)? Let's take a thorough look.

Colin Chet
Any big breaks from dad's friends Appeared in "Band of Brothers," executive-produced by Steven Spielberg and dad. Appeared in "Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull," directed by Spielberg.
His famous relative noted on IMDB? Nope. Their top trivia item: "Nephew of Jim Hanks."
Weird moniker? Not if your dad's name is Cecil. No, it's pretty straightforward. It's "H to the E, and in between an aze."
Charity dealings? Selflessly raised $90,000 to make a documentary about Tower Records. Once tweeted, "No One Ever Got Anything In This Life By Waiting Around For Handouts."
A man of mystery? A college graduate and friend of Jack Black. Pensively asked, "Why arent there ... many tv shows about great artists, philosophy, legendary acts of history, spirituality?" but also pondered, "Sometimes I eat filet mignon. Other times I eat a big Mac. But u know what.... Either way I'm eatin."
Credibility problems? Went to a college that's 2% black. A theater major at Northwestern University, he went on to appear in a movie based on the Bratz dolls.
Loves women? Married in 2010. Once declared, "I'm straight lmao ok ThankYou,” and frequently tweets shirtless photos addressed to the "ladies."
Sports fan? Loves the San Francisco Giants, Sacramento Kings, and San Jose Sharks. Raps that his “balls served more than Serena playing tennis.”
Scandals? Will appear as himself on "Happy Endings." Allegedly called a hater a "faggot," probably on an iPhone purchased by dad's salary from "Bosom Buddies."
Musical talent? Once played in a band called "Pontius Pilot" while claiming he didn't understand the name. No.

We know, we know: it's not even close. The winner is CHET HAZE! Meanwhile, this one is strictly for the ladies.

Derek Miller Band@Brando's (May 20, 2012)

More Willie Dixon covers/stories

Bonus video of the opening band: The Breaking Wind

Click here for more footage of this show and a CD Review

Links: Derek MillerMore Derek Miller Stories

Tuesday, 22 May 2012

New Derek Miller Covers CD: Blues Vol. 1 (+ Release Party)

Local blues master Derek Miller's latest CD, Blues Vol. 1 is an impressive journey through the history of the blues.

The disc offers up high-energy verisons of classics from the likes of Willie Dixon (Hidden Charms, I Can't Quit You Baby), Muddy Waters (Champagne and Reefer), Howlin' Wolf (Howlin' for My Darlin'), Little Walter (My Babe), John Lee Hooker (Boom Boom), George Thorogood (My Weakness), and more.

Derek's powerful voice and amazing guitar work are the stars of the show. He and his band offer a shot of musical adrenaline to each tune and put their own stamp on every song.

Hopefully, there will be a Vol. 2!

The CD is available at their live shows.

Below are a few videos from a recent CD release party.

Click here for more footage from this show.

Links: Derek MillerMore Derek Miller Stories

Monday, 21 May 2012

The gay world is abuzz after Queen Latifah apparently inched her way out of the closet while headlining last weekend's 29th Annual Long Beach Gay Pride Celebration. Instructing her audience "to conquer hate with love" and to "let their inner light shine in the world," Latifah, long rumored to be a lesbian, said she was proud to be among "her people" and had been "been waiting to do this for a long time."

Fast forward to next week when Latifah's official spokesperson clarifies that by "my people" she meant folks who are drunk and outdoors.

Over the weekend I saw a woman with a tattoo that looked a little something like this.

For about the time it takes light to travel between two hipsters in Brooklyn, I thought it was fun. And then the rational part of my brain kicked in, asking

What the fuck is this girl trying to say?

This tattoo says she loves music. Some kind of music. She either enjoys or participates in the creation or reproduction of some form of musical auditory stimulation.

Unfortunately, that's as far as we can go. See, this isn't a song permanently etched into her back. They're musical notes. They're random notations derived from a systematic method of representing tones for the purpose of identification and reproduction. People who see this tattoo will think, "Gosh, that girl must really love Travis Tritt. Or Handel. Or the Shaggs."

Every time I caught a glimpse of the thing I couldn't help but shake my head. I mean, if you love music, can't you at least narrow it down to some type of music, or a composer, or a singer? Take this tattoo:

This tattoo says a lot more about the wearer. It says, "Gosh, I didn't realize you have to put the notes on those weird-ass bars to mean a single fuckin' thing."

In the end, I recommend avoiding tattoos about music. Frank Zappa said writing about music was like tap-dancing about architecture, and I think tattooing is just as dumb. So, chick, enjoy your tattoo. Me, I'd sooner get a tattoo of a dot on my bicep, because I love Paris, and that's what it looks like on a map.

Friday, 18 May 2012

Dear Lady Carrying A Yoga Mat That Says "Do One Thing A Day That Scares You":

I will definitely take advice about courage from somebody who won't lay on the ground without padding.

Thank you very much,

Thursday, 17 May 2012

Introducing the new Hamilton Blues Lovers Logo + T-Shirt Contest

After much consideration, it was time to have a proper logo for the Hamilton Blues Lovers. Check it out below!

Feel free to use these pictures as links on your own website/blog to help support the local scene.

We looked into having T-Shirts made and the cost would be too high. Instead, we welcome you to download the larger graphic (right click, then Save Picture As) and use it to make your own cool shirt. You can easily print off a decal using special kits you can get at any office supply store. For extra savings get the blank T-Shirt at a thrift store!

If you decide to create your own Hamilton Blues Lovers T-Shirt, please send us a pic of you modelling the shirt and we'll include it on our blog along with a link to any non-political/religious website you wish. This is a great way to get the word out about your band, business or favourite charity!

We reserve the right to refuse to post any pictures or links.

Have fun!

Click here for other ways you can support this site.

Wednesday, 16 May 2012

News Roundup (Donald Dunn, Jace Martin, Brad Soucie)

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Links: Jace Martin, More Jace Martin Stories, Video courtesy of 22VeeTee

Links: Brad Soucie, More Brad Soucie Stories, Video courtesy of Brad Soucie

I found this chart online, and I think it's positively fascinating. What? No, it's got nothing to do with the stock market. It's the number of dudes who are suing John Travolta.

Movie Review: What To Expect When You're Expecting

[The book's] journey ends with the hopeful beginning of a new life, whereas the movie leaves you hoping for a swift end to your own. -- Eric Hynes, The Village Voice

This little quiz is circling the internet today, and I think it's kind of fun. What a time capsule! I mean, if it were written today, there'd be a picture of nosegays and limp wrists attached.

Still, in the years since it was written it's become absolutely useless. The world has gotten so manly they'd probably rank Betty White lesbian. Nobody has flowered drapes. Nobody likes to make slip covers. And dancing is feminine? Okay.

I'm not particularly manly, but I scored a 6. I'd have scored higher, but I refused to answer the "favorite star" question, because anybody who has a favorite star is a big girl's blouse. And really, manly men prefer female stars? Two words: ETHEL MERMAN.

Despite the dated questions, this test reaffirmed to me that I'm a real man. How? A real man will ask, "Why didn't they give 0 points for the manly things and 1 point for the womanly things so dudes wouldn't have to add?" And even if changing times have rendered it nearly useless, there's still one thing you can be sure of about somebody who takes this test. If they come up with a score of 1, like the guy who posted this on BuzzFeed, they're heterosexual.

Aengus Finnan@Private Show (May 6, 2012) Part 2

Bonus videos courtesy of LightfootFan

Click here for Part 1

Click here for Aengus's site

Tuesday, 15 May 2012

City of Hamilton Arts Awards 2012 Winners

Hamilton's arts community was celebrated on May 14, 2012 when the Arts Awards were handed out at Mohawk College. A number of local performers were honoured as well as many other deserving artists from different fields.

In the music category, Classical guitarist Jeffrey McFadden won the Established Artist award, while flutist Sara Traficante received the Emerging Artist prize.

Also, local musicians Emma Rush (Established) and Christian Cowsill (Emerging) were honoured for their work in Arts Administration.

Congratulations to everyone! Great Work!

Click here for the full list of winners

Blast from the Bast: Christian Cowsill and Others@Pheasant Plucker

Aengus Finnan@Private Show (May 6, 2012) Part 1

More videos from this show to come . . .

Click here for Aengus's site

Monday, 14 May 2012

Really? Really? Well, fuck you all -- I'm still not gonna swerve.

Friday, 11 May 2012

And Now, A Word From Our Sponsor

Coming soon to your local bookseller. In the spirit of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies and Sense and Sensibility and Sea Monsters comes the latest thriller from Synergistic Publishing House:

The Diary of Anne Frankenstein.

This touching, fascinating, ultimately heartwarming achievement merges the unwavering optimism of a young Jewish girl in Nazi-occupied Amsterdam with the unfeeling fury of a monstrous, pea-brained hulk. Sit spellbound as you witness Anne's recollection of her birth.

Dear reader, I can hardly ask you to believe my tale, as I can scarcely believe it myself. All I know is, one dark winter morning, I opened my eyes to discover that my immortal soul was imprisoned in a grotesque, oversized body that lay fallow on a cement slab. My flesh was pieced together like a jigsaw puzzle of waxy carrion sliced from bodies of every color, shape, and size, haphazardly slashed together by ropy cords of animal tendon.

While every nerve cell in my body screamed, I struggled to my feet and staggered on unfeeling, tree trunk legs to the window. Rather than examine life outside, I stared at my own reflection in the rippled glass. Reader, I cannot convey the pain I felt. Though deep inside I was just like every other little girl, wanting nothing more than to drink lemonade and play with my dolls, on the outside I had iron bolts protruding from my forehead and a jagged flap of skin securing my rotting brain in place.

I screamed with the torment of the undead. "I'm HIDEOUS!" I yelled.

My creator, a white-bearded man wearing the traditional garb of the Orthodox, shrugged his shoulders. "Well," he said, "maybe you're smart?"

Cheer to this pastoral adventure:

Walking about yesterday I saw a young girl, perhaps aged four or five, tossing edelweiss into a stream. Though she wore a Nazi armband, I felt such delight at this sight that I decided to join her. I too picked a flower and flung it into the water, and the young girl and I both laughed. Then I couldn't find any more flowers so I explained to her my feelings about the corruption of innocence and then I threw her in.

Feel your heart pound as a desperate Anne eludes pursuers in the English countryside:

I couldn't believe this angry mob was chasing me. Though I was a head taller than any of the trees, and my creator's lack of surgical training had left me with deep-set eyes that pointed opposite directions and a gash of a mouth that continually poured rivulets of saliva, though I was burdened by the blind stagger of an absinthe-swilling drunk rather than the measured gait of a lady and my skin, rather than being scented by Parisian scents or rose-water, stank both of the grave and smoked ham, I still felt like a little girl. And yet I found myself the object of such narrow-minded hatred solely because I had a different name for my Creator than they did!

Well, or maybe because they saw me steal a sheep from a local farm and unhinge my jaw to devour it while it bleated for help.

Last, have your heart torn out of your chest, just like our heroine's friends, by the unvanquished spirit in the new, updated end.

Dear reader, I know not what will become of me, as nowadays even the most minor exertion has me dropping more fractured parts than a Fiat. Still, I believe that, despite it all, flowers are pretty, rabbits are fluffy, and that fire stuff is just crazy shit.

Wednesday, 9 May 2012

News Roundup (Aaron Goldstein, Daniel Lanois, Paul Langille)

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Blasts from the Past
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Links: Aaron Goldstein, More Aaron Goldstein Stories, Video couresy of High or Hurtin'

Video courtesy of Werleysv

Links: Daniel Lanois, More Daniel Lanois Stories, Video courtesy of Stardust2
An American counterterrorism agent who infiltrated Al Qaeda discovered they have substantially improved their bomb-making skills. The Yemen Al Qaeda gave the undercover agent a newer, "sleeker" version of the underwear bomb, which he brought back to America.

The agent is currently being debriefed.

Let's Translate

"they raised near 2x as much $" = opposition included successful people

"had 2 presidents" = opposition included intelligent people

"had celebrities" = opposition included attractive people

"we had YOU" = just congratulate yourself and don't stop & think about it

Nonie Crete YouTube Videos

Above three videos courtesy of StilettoRose

Above two videos courtesy of Alimarin

Link: Nonie Crete, More Nonie Crete Stories

Tuesday, 8 May 2012

The First Draft of "Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend"

Is this unbelievable? Over the weekend a musical theater student looking through writer Jules Styne's archives stumbled across a long-lost first draft of "Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend." Even if you aren't a writer, you may be interested in seeing the subtle changes that take place as a work is fine-tuned.

A date with a guy may be preoccupying
but it takes cash to make chicks fuck.
A date may be fly but it won't end up buying
those new Louboutins
or that beachfront cottage in San Juan.
Interest flags as our titties sag
and our tummies start needing a tuck
Unlike Fred or Curtis, our bank won't desert us
It takes cash to make chicks fuck.

New Sarah Beatty CD: Black Gramophone

Local singer/songwriter Sarah Beatty's new CD, Black Gramophone, is a spectacular mix of old fashioned folk/country blues with modern touches.

You can tell that this disc was recorded live off the floor. There's an acoustic, warm, organic feel as you hear Sarah's expressive voice and her great guitar work.

Actually, the CD is basically a solo showcase for the lady's talent with only Gary White brandishing his guitar for the final track.

This new collection will be available May 24, 2012. It can be purchased or downloaded at her web site. You may also pick it up at any of her upcoming live shows.

Below is a video from the CD.

Links: Sarah Beatty, More Sarah Beatty Stories

Monday, 7 May 2012

This is the last straw. The world is going to hell in a handbasket, and Siri -- the new voice of iPhones -- is giving it one good healthy shove. This idiot little animatron listens patiently to whatever its overprivileged owner says and acts like it's the most sensible thing it's ever heard.

This is obvious in the latest iPhone commercial starring Zooey Deschanel. By politely responding to silly meanderings, Siri teaches young people today that they should be treated like princesses even though they're too lazy to leave the house.

Enough is enough. We hereby demand that Apple convert Siri from some insipid little enabler into a strong parental figure who will demand accountability and responsibility from our children. They are our future, and deserve nothing less.

Current Siri Commercial


SIRI: Yes. It appears to be raining.

C&QZD: Oh. Let's get tomato soup delivered.

SIRI: I found a number of restaurants whose reviews mention tomato soup and that deliver.

C&QZD: Good. Because I don't want to put on real shoes. (PAUSE) Remind me to clean up -- tomorrow.

SIRI: Okay. I'll remind you.

C&QZD: Excellent. Today, we're dancing. Play "Shake Rattle and Roll."

Suggested Siri Commercial


SIRI: No, girlfriend, it's sparrow turds falling from the sky. When was the last time you saw an optometrist?

C&QZD: I appreciate your concern. Hey, let's get tomato soup delivered.

SIRI: Sure. I know working that can opener can really make my wrist swell up.

C&QZD: Good. Because I don't want to put on real shoes. (PAUSE) Remind me to clean up -- tomorrow.

SIRI: Why -- because twenty-four hours from now you won't be able to see all the junk covering the floor of your room? I'm making an appointment with your optometrist while you can still find the front door.

C&QZD: Okay. But today, we're dancing. Play "Shake, Rattle, and Roll."

SIRI: Oops. I accidentally put on Death Cab for Cutie. Can we talk about your failed marriage now?

Thursday, 3 May 2012

Thinking About My Last Few Relationships

ME: I thought you were going to come over and talk to me.

HIM: I thought you were really hot.

ME: I thought I'd just go out for a quick beer.

HIM: I thought maybe I could buy you another.

ME: I thought I'd make an early night of it.

HIM: I thought you might want to see my place.

ME: I thought we could take it slow.

HIM: I thought we might as well go for it.

ME: I thought that was nice.

HIM: I thought you'd be a little more aggressive in the sack.

ME: I thought you'd look good with your clothes off.

Tuesday, 1 May 2012

Garnet Rogers YouTube Videos

Above three videos courtesy of GoodHopeIsland

Above two videos courtesy of TheRealCBMackay

Click here for Garnet's site.

Why I'm Gay

Quotes from the male losers on Top Shot:
  • It's all good.
  • Oh well.
  • Guess it wasn't my time.
  • I'd hoped to do better than that.
Quotes from the female losers on The Bachelor:
  • I don't know why I'm crying. I didn't even like him.
  • It isn't fair. I really put myself out there, and it just isn't fair. OH GOD WHY OH WHY OH WHY?
  • I had onions in my pizza. I shouldn't have had that onion and peppers and everything on my pizza. And I had four slices.
  • I deserve better than, like, standing here crying right now. I feel like I deserve to be smiling and laughing and talking with Brad, not heading back to my crummy apartment.
  • I came here to fall in love, not to hit another girl with my best shoes.

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