The Japanese believe that tapirs can eat dreams. What a hateful people. http://t.co/E4mUhVc
I watched Gangs of New York last week, and while I appreciate how much Martin Scorcese loves this city, you can either have your movie be a hero’s quest or a history lesson. Trying to stuff them both in is greedy.
That said, I wouldn’t mind having a Butcher Bill tattoo on my foot. Daniel Day-Lewis in this is like a better version of Heath Ledger in The Dark Knight. Call me a heretic, but I think it’s a lot harder to act a believable crazy person than a supervillain with crystal clear motivation. Then again, I take every chance I get to cut down that dead bastard’s crowning achievement.
They say love turns to rot, but I’m gonna give him all I got. When you showed up at that spot, I almost threw up on the spot. I wish I had another hole to get it out. These drugs, they are makin me so sad, and I can’t stop on takin them in. This night, it is making me so sad, I looked on the computer and it just was an emptiness that made me want to throw up on the spot. My arms.
There’s something very bare about these lyrics, and it comes across even more in the plaintive voices they’re sung with. I can’t find this track on Youtube but maybe I’ll throw it up (pun) later.
Okay I’m done with comics that have a point, here’s Gunshow with some typical irreverent suicidal-deer humor.
Here’s another great one. In my experience, every English professor who knows what they’re talking about will agree with this.
Oh christ this makes me happysad thanks to my own thoughts regarding cats’ awareness of their own mortality and existence.
Gallatin suffers from earthquakes about every 10 minutes. That, or shudders of fear from all the students realizing they don’t have a major.
Diplo & Dillon Francis, “Que Que feat. Maluca (Torro Torro remix)”
Just a simple reminder that bangers still roam freely in the wild; you just have to know where to look. Diplo dropped this in his Summer of Moombahton set a couple months ago, and it’s finally been released to the clamoring hoards. Even though the original is a chirpy electro treat, Torro Torro don’t stop punching you with those springy synths in the chorus.
I’m going to Electric Zoo in two weeks and maybe then I’ll be able to sit down and put together the insane set I’ve been wanting to do all summer…
QUE LA VAINA
“Lame Guys Look At Raging Wildfires,” the next single by Lonely Island.
(courtesy of Wikipedia article “The Compound,” about a large tract of land with developed roads that never got houses on it, similar to California City.)