Sep
21
2014

1 week

One week from now, I get to go and see a Neil Young / Willie Nelson concert at a little farm in the middle of nowhere with two of my favorite people. I’m gonna try and take pictures, do a write up for a Nebraska music website.

My shitty mood as of late has been destroyed.

Sep
21
2014

Reblogged from jgagart :

jgagart:

I found this today.  Apparently I did not think fondly of my art history class in 1995..

jgagart:

I found this today.  Apparently I did not think fondly of my art history class in 1995..

Sep
21
2014

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superamiga:

vgjunk:Civilization, Super Famicom.

superamiga:

vgjunk:Civilization, Super Famicom.

Sep
20
2014

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Sep
20
2014

Reblogged from grumpy-chan :

Snake!

Snake!

(Source: glittertomb)

Sep
20
2014

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nnoitragilga:

FACT halloween was created in order to train kids for the SKELETON WAR

Sep
19
2014

Reblogged from enjoy003 :

(Source: damsellover)

Sep
19
2014

My brain does stupid things when I’m not there to command it. I had a dream that it was a drill weekend, and I had checked into the hotel.

For some reason they put me in a suite, and my roomate didn’t show up.
I went to sleep for a little while, but I woke up to three women in my room wearing negliges. They mentioned something about how they were there for a wedding and that they wanted to fuck. I have no idea why I was the candidate. The other two took off and one stayed there.

I was really uncomfortable with the whole prospect because I had no idea who the hell they were. They climbed in and took advantage of me, and I just laid there and let it happen. I didn’t get off. but she got hers and said something about how I was a lousy lay, and then they all left.

I wish the dream would have stopped there, but it just kept getting weirder and more uncomfortable. I got up to go and take a shower and shave my head. I felt really gross. I took my shaving kit in and set something down. There was a knock on the door and a ton of other assholes that I didn’t know came in with a bunch of midgets.

The midgets were doing some sort of dance thing and the random assholes started raiding the mini-bar.

At some point somebody knocked me out.

The next thing I knew I was in a junk-yard trying to help a guy hook a trailer up to a dump-truck.  It was rusty and I had to stand on the end to try and get the tongue out of the dirt.  It had part of the bed that slid out, and I kept trying to balance my weight so it wouldn’t slide out completely. I told the guy that I didn’t have time to keep fucking around with it, and that I had to get back to the hotel room.  He thanked me for my help and I left.

It was morning now. I don’t know how it happened, but I had to hurry up and shave my head.  I knew this, but for some reason all of the other people were still in my hotel room, preparing for a wedding. I didn’t have time for that, otherwise I would be late.  All of these homeless veterans began showing up and trying to talk to me, and I couldn’t find the bathroom. I would walk through a door and found myself out in the lobby or in a kitchen or running around.  I kept running into the three women who were in my room the night before, and I just wanted them to disappear.

And the hotel was now significantly older than I remember.  It was like it was covered in years of white-washed plastered over wall-paper and bead board. Bead board everywhere. There was a lobby and I kept dodging people in camo that I was sure were out looking for me because I wasn’t at drill.  

There are those dreams were you do a gradual fast walk until you start flying.  This was one of them, but it’s never a real flight thing. You’re just running fast enough that you lift off the ground for a little bit, but you can’t control where you’re flying. It was one of those.

This one guy invited me to take an escalator and I walked toward him and started floating.  He looked disappointed, like he shouldn’t have invited me… or that he should have known I could fly. 

It was stupid, but as I hovered over the top of this escalator, trying to find the bathroom, I went back into this really narrow corridor and I saw a short secret passage looking trap door on the wall at the top of a small set of stairs. 
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It was flapping open and behind it was a tiny door, maybe 5 inches tall and a foot long with a mechanical latch, like on an old coal boiler or the bottom of a wood-burning stove.  It was covered in a crusty layer, like years of white lead paint. and it just felt… old and gross.
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I opened it up, expecting to get burned or see a bunch of steam pipes. I kept thinking that I would have to explain to someone why I was there.

Instead of being a steam access or something, it looked like a shower drain with a rubberized channel underneath it and there was light coming from above it. Water began trickling out of the mechanical stove door thing; above that weird nonsensical drain access hatch was the bathroom I was trying to get into.imageFor some reason I thought that I could pull an alice in wonderland and get up through there.  Right when I shut the door to rethink my plan, my alarm woke me up.  

I realized that it was Friday morning and that I wasn’t late for drill, and that I needed to get to my composition class. I didn’t edit any of this. I have no idea what the hell it’s supposed to mean.  It scared the fuck out of me though.

Sep
19
2014

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Sep
19
2014
Sep
19
2014

Reblogged from enjoy003 :

notpulpcovers:

1944-(via File Photo) http://flic.kr/p/ehXASg

Who wouldn’t marry J.R. Bob Dobs?

notpulpcovers:

1944-(via File Photo) http://flic.kr/p/ehXASg

Who wouldn’t marry J.R. Bob Dobs?

Sep
19
2014

Reblogged from dailyholzer :

dailyholzer:

When nothing
happened I
closed a zone
where I
exert control.

Sep
19
2014

Shellac - Song Against Itself

This is the song against itself
It’s of two minds of its own
The discussion brought to logical conclusion
It follows through
But is not true

We’ll just write a song against itself
Why do you act like you don’t know
What in the world i’m talking about?
It follows through
You have no clue

(I’ve already had it up with you)

I like this song mainly for the fact that it takes a bass line that stylistically belongs to a shitty 80s band (Cars comes to mind right away), but it co-opts it and shits it back out as something savage, which is really fucking beautiful. Bob Weston does something similar with his progressions on Riding BikesI’m not musically inclined enough to put them into snobbish terminology, but I know what I like listening to.

This entire record is one of my favorite things. Shellac’s latest offering has been great, but I think this one will forever be their most significant one for me, if only due to my unhealthy infatuation with “Prayer to God.”

Watch Song and Canaveral are solids as well.
The whole of their work is “Hnggggggg”-inducing

Sep
18
2014

Reblogged from dontgetrabies :

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Sep
18
2014

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