O Lord, suffrin' poster's block
duh duh duh DUH
Oughta see the runnin' snot
duh duh duh DUH
Kiddin' kiddin' I swear, or not
duh duh duh DUH
Got me the this doggerel's better than what I pen & that makes me so lonesome I could cry lugubrious tears of heartsick sad bereavement ja wohl bluuuuuues
Stricken with flabbergast about being reduced to The Human Decoder Ring -- FYI homie, words hurt -- but if you don't check out the writing swankier & on a grander vista than you'll ever find here [ed. note: neither just sports nor death metal] at the Duchess's fresh crib (do The Kids still say crib, or has pad returned the real retro, Daddy-O?), heathens, 'tis thirty days of just sports & death metal.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
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Nothing wrong with posting a cat picture (no matter what some people say).
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A good time to remember the snark on QOTSA's album Songs for the Deaf, track 1:
K-L-O-N radio, Los Angeles... we play the songs that sound more like everyone else...than anyone else... KLON...KLON...KLON
Seems to me their metal and their sports are all there is really. Anything else is just a diversion.
Please, please, I'll check out her site and bookmark it and comment and such. But please not 30 days in the hole of sports and death metal! Spare us all, good Duk. Maybe 30 nights of metal and death sports—now that's a blog I could get behind.
"Frampton sucks!" was my U rallying cry.
if, seriously. Your 5000-word diatribe on the horrors of The Man reads like everyone else's 5000-word diatribe on the horrors of The Man.
karl of the österreich, KLON, the station for discerning Klingons the galaxy over.
mrmacrum, true, I was merely trying to be courteous to a colleague.
jim, why would I post about death sports? You know I'm not a fan of invading other countries.
Jerry Shirley, ex-WNCX DJ, petty cash thief, lovely man. Did you know he used to be in 'umble Pie? Their drummer, he was.
oh homies of Randal, said band in said post is not death metal, jussayin'!
I'm all for this as long as there's a little more of your trademark snark (oh snap is that too personal brandish?)
Hold it! That was music? Listen it is goddam -2 zeroish and then I have to listen to that? Oh, you unkind soul... ok, gotzta go plug in the electric underwear...
Homie, I'm so glad your snark threshold is low.
okjimm, dude, I know for a fact that you didn't listen to it. Witchcraft isn't heavier than Sabbath or Zeppelin nor more dissonant. Go eat some cheese.
I didn't know flabbergast was a noun. I guess it is now.
". . . 'tis thirty days of just sports & death metal."
Swell. First, the #$%!in' jet stream shifts, turning our benign winter into a gathering burial-alive in the white (expletive omitted), and now this. Drat!
I think youthful language has moved beyond crib and pad; they're much more likely to use arcane terms like house, home, place, apartment, residence or even.. abode. Get with the times.
The Human Decoder Ring
Didn't Doctor Who have one of those?
tom, Ye Olde Englisch is verie flexyball.
SWA, such dread awful-nesse can be avoided with deft surfing.
susan, yo, check out my bomb domicile.
BB, I've actually never seen that show in any of its incarnations. There goes my geek cred.
no no no... I did listen to enough....Sabbath... never... Zeppelin.... was cool....
... now I have to find my Mary Travers album.
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