Sweet Child of Mine - Guns ‘N Roses
A strange northern creature, an endearing mix of Lord Whimsy and Julius Knipl, has introduced the topic of fanatical wizards with the power to grant one access to any concert in history. What would happen, he wonders, if one were caught off guard, what compromising revelations would surface?
As an experiment, I asked Floyd to try and catch me off guard with this very question, but the best I could come up with was Alkaline Trio. Because this choice probably has more to do with the fact that they are playing next door to the ice cream factory on Friday than any sublimated desire to see them play, I decided to dredge up the most embarrasing concert wishes from my personal history. Seeing Guns ‘N Roses play the Whiskey sometime before the release of Appetite For Destruction is what I would consider to be the second most embarrasing* of these wishes. I have not yet decided whether or not to reveal number one.
where do we go now indeed and also happy wednesday imaginary constructs -mumblelard
*Embarrasing is not really the right word, but I am not sure what word is right. I think my enjoyment of this song and this album is difficult to justify or explain; it provokes strong memories that I think reveal more than, well, more than I like.
disemboweling the beast
The Lake Erie Water Snakes episode of Dirty Jobs will always be my favorite, but I have to admit that I find myself soothed by the Computer Recycling Plant episode where Mike rips apart some computers and feeds their components through a giant shredder.
I am working right now, and my task has reached the paint-dryingly boring, fist-clenchingly tense, will it work correctly or will I be here all night stage. I won’t know for another hour. Part of that hour will be spent fantasizing about a job where my only responsibility is smashing computers into the smallest pieces possible, and when they are smashed, going home content in the knowledge that my job is done.
(image via Dirty Jobs)
i miss vandalism, do you miss vandalism?
Violence against property can be so cathartic. Busting up some beer bottles with a .22 is alright but it isn’t the same as throwing a brick through a big-ass window. We just smashed some pumpkins off the back deck into the ravine below but that just whetted my appetite. Sometimes I miss the self involved little punk that got to break shit without thinking about the consequences to others.
(image via The Office)
biological weapons developers and children first
In a nutshell, anyone who received a letter similar to this one was guaranteed a swift exit should a non-fatal nuclear attack occur, followed by relocation to another facility where the BW program could continue. As John Ptak notes, this was essentially a ‘Get Out Of Hell Free’ card.
Ashes to Ashes - Boise Cover Band
I never done good things
I never done bad things
I never did anything out of the blue, woh-o-oh
Want an axe to break the ice
i miss vandalism i like the sound of glass when it smashes i like wandering through the town with you talking about nothing in particular i wish i were here and also happy sunday imaginary constructs -mumblelard
Jumping Jack Flash - The Rolling Stones (via Get Yer Ya Yas Out)
Oh yeah. Thank you kindly
I think I busted a button on my trousers
hope they don’t fall down.
You don’t want my trousers to fall down, now do ya??
In the middle of a deadly typhoon many years ago today, I was born in Tokyo, Japan. This last year has been a strange one with more struggles and different rewards than others. The next year looks to be stranger still. Good or bad, I can’t wait to see what happens next.
thank you kindly indeed and yeah it is a gas and by the way pencils down you have the rest of the day off there will be a bonfire in the park and if not you have my permission to set one and also happy monday imaginary constructs -mumblelard
Someone’s Gonna Die - Blitz
Oi! Oi! Oi!
unleash the flood and also happy friday imaginary constructs -mumblelard
more than one drink of bourbon and I have a compulsive need to hear the sound of breaking glass
(via moremetamumblelard)
pyrrhic victory
(image via Alien vs. Predator)
so drunk i had to grab onto the weeds to keep from falling off the edge of the world
burning bridges in the park (cameraphone)
Last fall I burned the remaining corporate swag from my last ten years of employment. Awards, logoed golf shirts, anniversary pins, etc. I get rid of most of that stuff as it arrives or I would have had to head out to the country for a bonfire.
knives in bed, rocks in head
hornet nest
