I'm sitting here trying in vain to write a cooshy-squooshy Valentine's poem for my beloved to express the deep, heartfelt emotions I hold for her.

So does anyone have a rhyme for "labial palace guards"?

Or "humid grotto of your femininity"?

*SIGH*

Love is difficult.

People never ask me, "Hey moron, name a musical act from the 70's who are still doing anything interesting and inventive". They really never do. I suspect if they did, they'd be expecting me to say "Bowie" or something, but that would be a lie (C'mon, they said INTERESTING). Oddly enough, I can think of a couple of folks from the 60's, but the 70's ( Read more... )

* I wish there was a recording device over our bed. Not for the usual sordid and/or narcissistic reasons, but because we have the craziest, sleep-deprived conversations in there. Problem is, we're so out of it we have trouble recalling the highlights the next day ( Read more... )

I promise to stop pushing this guy like I'm his greeeezy manager or something, but he just keeps making me laugh. Once more, Mr. Mark Day.

I just dig this guy's style. He's got a mess more vids to watch so check him out. (I especially recommend "I think my Tivo's gay")

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Dear Tim Horton's Corporation ( Read more... )

Fantastic bandleader. Fantastic bands. Fantastic performer. Just a force of nature this one.

Can I hit it and quit?

I think this guy is really funny. Crazy Scotch standup, courtesy of You to the Tube (no better place to spend time lapsing in and out of reality).

I' m fully aware that there's a special place in hell for me for forcing this upon your precious eyes and ears. But I'm a bastard.

Also answers the question, "Why does Axel Rose dance like that?". Ma and Pa never let the boys "rock out" again.......