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New Wax and Hipster Plastics

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Through the glorious, magical power of gift-carding and the love of a great woman, I was able to pick up the newest offering of leaden sludgery and pop-DOOM from Miami’s own Torche, a riff-laden epic of weighty melody and grind entitled Restarter.

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I’ve mentioned before that my loving bundle of sarcastic joy, Lady Jenn, likes to give me a hard time over my, ehrm, “hipster proclivities.” She is certainly going to shake her head in abominable shame once she realizes what accompanied this most glorious of LPs…these fuckin’ bitchin’ hipster shades! Let’s get weird together, bros! ;D

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Post-Script: This continues to beg the following unanswered query, though; if I fail to post my vinyl on social media, does it then cease to exist??

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How To Probably Not Rage Murder the Record Store Clerk and His Dumb F***ing Face

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We were about to start a war with some hapless record store clerk because he was giving Us fuckin’ attitude. Fortunately, a sweet and soothing voice came forth from the ether like a punch in the dick and growled “LET IT GO.”

I am learning to heed the demands of the version of my Baby, Jenn, that lives inside my head, especially when “she” is reminding me that Our Crazy doesn’t have to be THAT fucking guy’s problem, and his bullshit certainly doesn’t have to be Our problem…despite what the Dark Crow Man may say… 😉

Now, We just have to deal with this teenaged kid outside Whole Foods whining like a little bitch about losing some dumb-ass hipster points game with his yuppie dad and Tasmanian devil little sister.

Headphones plus (the) Melvins x 12 = SERENITY NOW!!!

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Conversations Held at the…

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Conversations Held at the Southern Arizona Irish Buddhist Man-Beast Wildlife Preserve (The CHATSOAZIRBUDMABEWIPR):

Need anything else while I’m out and about?
Hmmm….a new attitude?
For me, or for you?
For me.
What if I only find one? Who should get it?
Herman.
Or, I suppose we could split it four ways.
I don’t think it will be that expensive…
The new attitudes?
No, the handle. But it won’t come up on here. AAGHHH! Fuck it.
Yeah! Fuck it!

😀

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This could end badly ;)

In about an hour, We shall be venturing out amongst the other monkeys to attempt to procure and nurture basic human kindness and cooperation concerning a “crazy person healthcare provider government insurance clusterfuck” type of situation.

There are several local psychiatric care units and hospitals in the greater Tucson area.  If things go south here, I encourage someone to organize a betting pool on which one they take Us to.

I’m betting it’s the one with the best straight jackets.

Cheers! 😀

What Mania Looks Like?

This is a (clearly) highly manipulated image of my dry erase “organization” board, or “Writer’s Board,” in my *ahem* office slash work space slash insanity pod slash zen spot slash…. How long can a neurotic slash borderline psychotic slash unhinged … Continue reading

DressGate 2015: Why’s it always gotta be about color?

“The brown acid is bad. Do not eat the brown acid. The brown acid is bad. Do not eat the brown acid. The brown acid is bad. Do not eat the brown acid. The brown acid is bad. Do not eat the brown acid. rown acid. The brown acid is bad. Do not eat the brown acid….”

– T.R. Sanders paraphrasing Wavy Gravy whilst possibly stroking out during a particularly psychedelic paranoid android manic episode not induced by illicit drug use as far as We know*

*working title of Our forthcoming memoirs…

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Father Tom on Bad Days and “More Than Rain” (video)

This is about all the bad days in the world. I used to have some little bad days, and I kept them in a little box. And one day, I threw them out into the yard. “Oh, it’s just a couple little innocent bad days.” Well, we had a big rain. I don’t know what it was growing in but I think we used to put eggshells out there and coffee grounds, too. Don’t plant your bad days. They grow into weeks. The weeks grow into months. Before you know it you got yourself a bad year. Take it from me. Choke those little bad days. Choke ’em down to nothin’. They’re your days. Choke ’em!

Tom Waits

Father Tom’s Place