Because there's still a small layer of barrel left to scrape...
Thursday, February 26, 2004
Open your mouth, baby birds, cause Mama's about to drop you one sweet, fat nightcrawler...
I don't have what most people would call Musical Taste. To Illustrate, one of my all time favorite artists is Weird Al. I'm also a devotee of the phenomenon that is the one-hit wonder.
But on that rare occasion I find something that I can actually share with others and not be considered a freak.
So after you finish weeping over the sheer brilliance of this post, point your browser-type things here and click on the listen link in the upper-right hand corner.
I wouldn't even begin to know how to classify the style of music they play, other than to just say it's good.
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Tuesday, February 24, 2004
Of Performance Art, Metal Skewers, and Hot Chicks....
Still in recovery mode from TicketStock. I also cemented my reputation as a glutton for punishment when I volunteered for the P1 Sideshow. Along with a Gyrating Big Dave and a man who swallows inflated baloons, I decided to go with a more cerebral approach. Considering the three of us were meant to be the lead-in for Zamora the Torture King, it was a tall order indeed.
Actually, the whole thing started out as a joke, but somehow it mutated into something more.
I figurd the wisest approach was to appeal to as large an audience as possible. With that in mind I enlisted the help of Big Anthony, another "man of size" and minor Ticket Celebrity.
I decided to to a sort of poetry slam/spoken word piece, along with a bit of physical comedy. I won't recap it here, as exposure to the original performance almost drained all lifeforce from the room. I will say that throwing those oranges at Big Anthony is a joy that will be long cherished. While the crowd reaced with question marks over their heads, Zamora did give me the obligatory coffee shop finger snaps. Note: this was before he skewered his biceps and throat.
Take care folks.
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Friday, February 20, 2004
Lucky, lucky people...
TicketStock, three days of peace, love and sports is kicking off today. Click here to learn all about it. Stop by the P1WAC tent to see what we're subtly calling P1s Gone Wild.
Plus midget wrestling and a performance by the Timewasters.
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Wednesday, February 18, 2004
I'm busier than a Texas Air National Guardsman without a plane.
Some big personal news on the horizon, when things become clearer I'll let the world know.
Dropped by the local Hooters for the Coach McClay radio show. For those who aren't aware, Will McClay is the new head coach for your Dallas Desperados of the Arena Football League. Last week they narrowly defeated owner Jon Bon Jovi's Philadelphia Soul 51-47. Click here for more info on the AFL.
Tomorrow/today, I'll be on the P1WAC discussing WWE No Way Out, around 9:00. so please tell all your friends and relatives.
And now, some trailers to make you smile:
Goin to the old school...
When Hell is full...
And finally, corporate America looks to ruin it for everyone yet again, this time it's the Polaroid people, who say that 'shaking it' a la OutKast, can actually damage pictures. Check here.
Take care folks.
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Monday, February 09, 2004
Just wanted to throw in my support for the new Quizno's commercial. very rarely do I stop down for commercials, but this one had me riveted. I don't know if it will sell any sandwiches, but you'll remember it long after we all die in the nuclear holocaust. (if W. gets re-elected)
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Tuesday, February 03, 2004
Not to sound too cynical, but when W. decides to name a special panel himself to investigate intelligence failures that as of yet he himself hasn't admitted were failures, isn't it just time to flat out give up and dig a hole to hide in?
But apparently Janet Jackson shows a bit of skin, and the FCC leaps into action Hidden Dragon style.
Well, maybe I'm overreacting. It could be, that Janet's ornate areola latch/dial ( go here. ) was perhaps a sort of terrorist communication device. Maybe she and Justin Timberlake were actually members of the Fedayeen, activated by Saddam in case of his capture!
Or maybe this cough medicine is way too strong.
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