In the WooWoo Wonderland™

The Fifty Books Challenge, year five! (2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and 2013) This was a library request.



( A cross-country hitchhiking journey with America’s most beloved eccentrics... )

In a perfect world, Michael Bay (and creators like the abominations The Smurfs, G-Force, and so on) would have to panhandle to get his (and their) shit made, and this doc would have no problem coming into creation.

Happy 65th to the one and only Pope of Trash! Don't forget to ask for the senior discount at Chuck-E-Cheese! In tribute, here's a plethora of YouTubeage, first a classic clip, then some of his stand-up from Coachella, his sharing of a personal ghost story, and lastly about the only redeeming thing about Justin Beiber.

( If You are Lucky Enough to Be Gay...! )

Wonder what Bieber thinks of the, uh, anti-anti-choice scenes in Polyester?).

The Fifty Books Challenge, year two! This was a special gift to me from [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] for my birthday, complete with a autograph to ME from the Pope of Trash himself!



( Glory-hole-lujah. Amen. )

You have probably heard by now as I've been screaming it all over my various social networks that my father not only managed to get me Ralph Nader's autograph, but also a kick-ass story to go with it. I'll post a picture soon (I have a lot of pictures to post; how I miss HP Image Zone!) but in the meantime, here is a bit of utter gloriousness I discovered awhile back.

It's like some wonderful dream I had that somehow got captured on YouTube.

"You're turning into a straight man!"

Glorious.

The Fifty Books Challenge, year two! This was a library request.



( Read More )

I FAIL at updating things (as you've noticed) but over a month ago, the wonderful and supportive anais_rhys gave me five words for the Five Words Meme.
Here they be!

( Turn Down Lights (Where Applicable) )

Audiences eat him up and Conan squirms uncomfortably. Excellence!

Whilst researching graphics for my Baltimore is Love banner, I stumbled across this:



HILARITY. I tend to think of this song whenever I'm traveling and/or just pondering Baltimore. Skip to 5:28 to hear it (or just watch the whole dang movie: Pecker is excellent). I lament that the Greyhound bus station closest to me is actually in Dundalk (although they try to class it up by referring to it as "Baltimore"), not the Baltimore station they show in the movie.