Under a WATERFALL of regret...
the opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference....
YEAH, GOOD POINT!
from Amanda Fucking Palmer's blog...chock full o Harlan Ellison and Weird Al, and honesty yes HONESTY, so rare. And love. Nice.
http://blog.amandapalmer.net/post/131863184/the-fastest-longest-slowest-blog-in-the-west
Oh, and after the seeing the coolest cat circus in the world yesterday afternoon, I got us into a prime rich white people's beach for free to watch the sunset on my huge puffy black comforter that now lives in the trunk, where we ate a choice Irish cheese, gourmet organic lemon cake, and drank a nip of dangerous Stella Artois lager from plastic cups, then we snuck into the rich white people's humungous music venue known as Ravinia for free an hour and a half after the show started to see legendary Joe Cocker at the Woodstock 40th Anniversary Party(the cheapest tickets were over 50 dollars, what the f**k, for hot dogs and a piece of grass to sit on--keeps out the rif raf I guess), sat down and made our picnic on the lawn with great view of the TV's, opened a very select bottle of organic Malbec I'd acquired earlier at the coolest Euro-styled wine and cheese shoppe in the coolest urban neighborhood in Chicago proper, and as soon as we settled, I said 'wouldn't it be great if we got here just in time and the next song was the one song I actually want to see/hear (the one from Woodstock). And we did. So we saw this for free (my cellphone video isn't as exciting as this but it came close):
So yeah, I'm not dead yet.
YEAH, GOOD POINT!
from Amanda Fucking Palmer's blog...chock full o Harlan Ellison and Weird Al, and honesty yes HONESTY, so rare. And love. Nice.
http://blog.amandapalmer.net/post/131863184/the-fastest-longest-slowest-blog-in-the-west
Oh, and after the seeing the coolest cat circus in the world yesterday afternoon, I got us into a prime rich white people's beach for free to watch the sunset on my huge puffy black comforter that now lives in the trunk, where we ate a choice Irish cheese, gourmet organic lemon cake, and drank a nip of dangerous Stella Artois lager from plastic cups, then we snuck into the rich white people's humungous music venue known as Ravinia for free an hour and a half after the show started to see legendary Joe Cocker at the Woodstock 40th Anniversary Party(the cheapest tickets were over 50 dollars, what the f**k, for hot dogs and a piece of grass to sit on--keeps out the rif raf I guess), sat down and made our picnic on the lawn with great view of the TV's, opened a very select bottle of organic Malbec I'd acquired earlier at the coolest Euro-styled wine and cheese shoppe in the coolest urban neighborhood in Chicago proper, and as soon as we settled, I said 'wouldn't it be great if we got here just in time and the next song was the one song I actually want to see/hear (the one from Woodstock). And we did. So we saw this for free (my cellphone video isn't as exciting as this but it came close):
Click to viewSo yeah, I'm not dead yet.