Festering Carbuncle

Sunday morning coming down

This one is an absolute fucking classic:

Yeah, I know, this is one hell of a lot of video clips for one fucking post, but they’re only 30 seconds a piece, so you know, it’s cool.  Those Rainiermen, as I used to call them, freaked me the fuck out when I was little.  You got to understand, these commercials were playing when I was very young, something like two to four years old.  I thought they really existed in the wild, like coyotes and bobcats, the types of creatures that would steal little children away in the night, like a wild pack of family dogs.  My father, brother, and uncles did little to discourage this notion.  I remember one night, back before I had any grasp of what an echo was, my family had a big bonfire going down by the Willamette river.  I was completely freaked out because I kept hearing voices coming from the other side of the river yelling my name.  Of course, the aforementioned individuals had informed me that what I was hearing was the Rainier-people calling out to me.  A few years later I realized that what I was hearing was my the echo of my dad’s voices as he yelled out my name.

And that second clip, well, my uncles were all loggers.  The man playing the saw and the man on the chainsaw both bear a striking resemblance to a couple of my uncles back in that era.  What I’m saying here is that this is nostalgia in it’s purest form.  The kind of nostalgia that ignores the bad parts of the past and focuses on the worst of the present; simpler times when men were men and an honest days work merited a cold beer or twenty.

crazy food

This is going to be my third post in a row with an embedded video.  Who the fuck would have figured?

So, a couple months ago I posted a video at youtube of Cibo Matto's Sci Fi Wasabi playing over some crazy footage of someone playing a remarkably quick game of Super Mario Brothers.  It quickly became the most watched, most rated, and most commented on video I ever posted.  It was a mystery to me.

A few weeks ago a comment shows up from Eucalyptus07 that said, "this is SO genius! yuka."  Shortly thereafter, cblundetto left a comment saying, "thanks fag.your  om cunt is loose.u know that!1"

Fast forward three weeks and another comment shows up, this one from harpsichord7 in response to Eucalyptus07 saying, "wow dude! at least one half of cibo matto approves of your use of their song. not bad!"  I see this today and think to myself, "what the fuck is he talking about?"  After a second I realize that he thinks that Eucalyptus07 is Yuka Honda, one of the founding members of Cibo Matto.  Seems pretty unlikely to me, but I figure it merits investigation.

So I wind up at Yuka's myspace page, click on a blog entry titled this just simply ROCKS! where an amused Yuka Honda has thrown up a link to this video:

Wow dude, indeed.

In the interest of full disclosure, I have been beaten by a group of more than six cops, I have been pepper-sprayed, and I have been shot with a tazer.

I have been, as the saying goes, beaten into submission.  Unlike some of my friends, I have been lucky enough to avoid tear gas, rubber bullets, telescopic batons, bean-bag rounds, and wooden slugs.

No, the officer isn’t showering these patriots with champagne to celebrate their standing behind the barrier while exercising their constitutional rights.  No, in Portland our finest use pepper-spray for such celebrations

This is exactly the problem with police brutality.  When allowed to go on unchecked, it creates an atmosphere of fear and insecurity.  When confronted with the opportunity to go out and defend their rights and act in the name of justice only to be beaten with impunity, most will opt to sit at home and watch all of the things they believe in fall away as they take comfort in the fact that they have no bandages on their heads.

This is what it looks like after the police beat a man to death in downtown Portland

So what’s this all about, then?  Well, today happens to be International Day Against Police Brutality.  In honor of such, I suggest we all not be brutalized by police today.  In order to make this happen I suggest that you, at least for today, refrain from being homeless, mentally ill, and anything other than lily-white.  It would be best if you could stay out of public spaces for the remainder of the day.  If you absolutely must leave your house, at least do your best to look like an upstanding citizen.  This means no baggy pants, no cheap cars, and, for God’s sake, no bicycles!  And while your at it, get a damn haircut, will ya?  And if you’re thinking of going out and doing something like this, well, expect a good beating…

We can do it folks, it’s just one day!  So come on, give it the old college try, and tomorrow we can return to beatings as usual.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot!  Somebody posted the other day asking why they should like System of a Down.  Well, I think this goes a little way towards answering that question.  Enjoy:

(This whole post was originally posted somewhere else, but I am adding it here now for reasons that you could never even begin to understand.)

so pleased with ourselves for using so many verbs and nouns

Wow, they've changed the look and feel of everything around here...  I can't believe I actually pay money for this.  That's not a complaint, I'm just genuinely surprised that I am still paying money for this when there are so many free options available that don't seem to lack anything that typepad offers.  Maybe I'm just afraid that I could never get a blogger to look as good as this page here does.

So, I'm finding four in the morning to be a reliably bad hour for me these days.  Although I never really understood the phrase, I think I'm having what they call an existential crisis.  I'm concerned that the aspects of my life don't align well with my age, I think.  I'm also missing the past.  Nostalgia, I think they call it.  I've got a blister on my thumb, too, all crusted over with scabs.  Right now, as I type this, I am stopping intermittently to poke at the scabs with a knife.  There's a weird kind of satisfaction that comes from picking at your own scabs, it's like it's not gross because it's your scab.  Sort of like, I guess, eating your own boogers, or pissing on someone else's face.

The root cause of this "crisis," I suppose, is that I have been cooped up in this miserable little apartment of mine for days and days and days.  I think I've had no more than one hour of contact that could be described as social since Friday.  It's just been me, my TV, and the computer.  Oh, people call, but they're either drunk or insane.  On the bright side, I am feeling better.  Not yet well enough to risk drinking or feel like going to work, either of which might work to cure my ennui.

I really didn't want to use "ennui" there.  For one, I really don't like the word in general, and for two it really doesn't mean what I wanted to convey.  But the thing is, it probably is just a matter of boredom, which I guess makes it a reasonable word to use there, although boredom itself would have sufficed (which is, in fact, a large part of the reason I generally dislike "ennui").

Well fuck, as I said before, I never intended to entertain anyone here, but this shit has got to stop, doesn't it?  This shit makes me cringe.  I'd like to say that I'm saving all of my best stuff for mog, but the shit I've been throwing up there is pretty pathetic too.  I don't know what exactly it is, but there seems to have been a shift in the way I think over the past couple years, and the new style is not particularly conducive to writing.  I think that's pretty much a way of saying that I have willfully become more stupid.  I'd like to reverse that trend, and I think writing more is a good start, but it won't do no good if I don't start writing the way that words should be written.  It's a laziness, the kind of laziness I condemn others for exhibiting.

Your patience does not go unrewarded, however, dear reader.  Please enjoy the second video every to be posted around these parts.  It incorporates two things which I adore; Katamari Damacy and the Magnetic Fields' 100,000 Fireflies.

 

I play Russian Roulette everyday, a man's sport.

I only wrestled for a couple years, the result mostly of peer-pressure.  I never once had a tampon shoved up my nose.  Having never experienced it, I don't know if I missed out or not. 

I can't breathe through my nose at present.  Not a surprising condition for one suffering from a cold.  What's really bothering me right now is that I can't sleep and my apartment is excruciatingly hot.  I can't figure out where all the hot is coming from.  It might have something to do with the fact that I don't realize that evil lives in the mother fucking skin.  Then again, it might not have anything to do with that.

My March 12th resolution is to at some point reside in some sort of domicile that is not within spitting distance of a freeway. 

40 oz. in my lap and it's freezin' my balls

I've been sick for something like two months now.  I can't actually remember when I got sick, but I'm pretty sure it was sometime in January.  That's the way it goes with me, I get a cold, it hangs on for a week or two, goes away, then I get another cold a few days later.  It usually goes on long enough that I begin to wonder if I am always sick.

So, I spent 16 hours in bed today before finally getting dressed around eight o' clock tonight.  I didn't even know I was feeling pretty worthless until after I got out of bed.  Since then it has been non-stop sneezing.  The first sneeze gave me a really weird headache that hurt in a place where headaches usually don't happen for me, and hurt in a way that was much more alarming but somewhat less painful than usual.

Anyways, I've been listening to NWA a lot lately.  I was, at one time, able to recite virtually every verse NWA ever put to vinyl, but it has been about fifteen years since I listened to any of it.  It's funny how all of it comes back so quick when you hear it, it's funny that my friends and I were so enamored with NWA when we were in middle school, it's funny how much of what NWA rapped about must have been completely lost on me at that tender young age, and it's funny that Ice Cube is now starring in family comedies instead of fucking the police.